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Or so I find out right before bed, when I often give into the hunger for an orgasm.
Only tonight in my mind, it’s a rough black beard grazing my nipples as thick quarterback fingers push inside me.
“Come for me, Grace,” I imagine his very recognizable voice saying.
Oh no.
CHAPTER 11
Johnson
The ladies trapped me.In the best possible way.
Grace and me solo in my house, coming up on Sunday.
In the meantime, it’s only Monday afternoon, and I need to make this a great week.
The second week of training camp is when we start practicing advanced schemes, so I’ve got to be sharp in order to ensure the rest of the guys get the types of reps they need.
We’re also going to begin contact drills with pads on. Except for us QBs of course—we’re off limits for defenders in practice, marked by a yellow pinnie.
Mind you, that doesn’t stop one of the rookie linebackers from laying me out by accident on Thursday.
“What the fuck,” says one of the back-up offensive linemen in response, whipping his head where he sees me lying on the ground.
As a crowd of my protectors—AKA the offensive line—circle the rookie, he looks at me, horrified.
“Oh shit, I’m so sorry, Johnson.” It’s a massive no-no to tackle your quarterback in practice.
I take stock of any injuries, and I’m relieved to find nothing feels off. Just a bruised ass, maybe.
Landon and some other defenders start to get involved as the o-line continues to chirp at the rook.
Time for me to step in before this escalates.
“No problem.” I stand up slowly, dusting myself off as I go. “No harm from it. Just watch yourself.”
Landon studies me, looking me up and down to make sure I’m truly okay. I nod, and he pivots, pulling the rookie out of the fray.
“Alright, guys, the moment’s over,” I say to the hovering linemen in the meantime. “I’m fine.”
The last thing we need is the offense and defense to be at odds.
One of my closest friends among the linemen, Carter, turns to the group. “You know Landon will handle his rookie.”
And this right here is just one more reason why my relationship with Landon—itcan’tgo bad. We represent the two pillars of the team, offense and defense. Not only supporting each other as best friends, but helping the whole team click.
“You’re done for the day,” Marshall tells me, with a glare toward the rookie’s back.
“Shit, okay.” I understand not wanting to risk me getting truly injured, but it sucks not to be out there like the rest of the starters.
With the half-way point past us for training camp, the cuts are coming fast and furious. The coaching team liked what they saw from Tony and the second-year guy, so those two are officially my backups this year. The rest of the QB’s are gone.
“Tony, get in there,” Marshall instructs.
Later that night, Landon stops by my hotel room to make sure my injury isn’t bad. This isn’t the first time we’ve hung out in the evening this week, since we like to shoot the shit about practice and he needs someone to talk to about Rori.
When he comes in, he takes in all the scraps of paper spread across the room.
