Page 57 of The Game
“Nothing, just wondering how much you were lifting,” she says easily, but I can tell there is more to her question.
“110 kilos,” I say as she averts her eyes. When she looks back at me, there’s no mistaking the desire.
“Interesting,” is the only thing she says.
“I could show you just how interesting I can be when lifting things.”
Right now, I’m grateful she told me to grab those jeans because the way she’s looking at me is making my cock painfully hard.
If I were still in just my boxers, she would see the evidence of our desire, and even though I wouldn’t mind her knowing, I don’t really want my teammates to see just how hot Sarah is making me feel.
I want nothing more than to lie her down on the bench and kiss her, but something tells me she wouldn’t appreciate an audience.
When I do kiss her, I need us to be alone, so no one can interrupt like my teammates did last time.
The producer announces the shot is over, and Sarah quickly moves to find Samantha. I bet Liam has had a good time with her around as well.
The girls leave, and we go back to the locker room for a quick shower and to rinse off all the baby oil from our bodies before the chaos of game day awaits.
“Nice having Sarah around?” Noah sniggers beside me as we get dressed. He uses every opportunity to tease me about Sarah, but I don’t mind.
“Of course. It was nice reminding her just how good my body looks.”
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Our game is a total disaster. Nothing is working, and we’re heading toward a significant loss against a team we should easily beat.
What the hell is going on?
And how can I fix it?
Our meeting on Monday didn’t fix shit.
The minutes feel endless, and luckily, we manage to score at least two goals, bringing the final score to 2-4. It’s still bad, but at least better than 0-4, which was where we were halfway through the second period.
After the game, the media is brutal.
All they focus on is our loss today and the tie last week. The fact that we had a win in between doesn’t seem to matter.
It’s frustrating.
We all know we should do better, but hearing people point out all the so-called mistakes is infuriating.
Many so-called experts don’t really know shit.
They try to seem important and confident in their analysis, even though they don’t understand half of what goes into this game.
Even the coach is frustrated with the media, and our usual post-game meeting is postponed until tomorrow.
We’re all in such a sour mood that nothing productive would come out of it either way.
I say goodbye to the guys and head to my car. When I get to my apartment, I decide that I really need to work on getting us out of this funk.
I don’t know how.
Where do I start?
What exactly needs to change?
