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But I soon thought about Neil’s hands all over my body instead.
His tongue in my mouth.
His big cock inside me, filling me up to the brim.
And his sweet smile and the way talking to him felt natural and good.
Then I felt happy again.
It had been a great Christmas with him, and I looked forward to what the future held for us.
If only Donna would get out of the way and let it unfold, rather than being like the new Cindy, trying to stop it before we could even really get it started.Chapter 8NeilI was back at practice, the day after Christmas. I arrived at the training facility early. I’d been early every morning since the Monday after the community center weeks ago. After practice, I was told once again by Coach Wells to go to Head Coach Kramer’s office.
My heart skipped a beat, wondering if I was somehow in trouble even though I had been so good. But it seemed like I only ever got in trouble for things in Coach’s office, never praised, so I didn’t have high hopes about this meeting.
“So, I heard you’ve enjoyed your holiday,” he said, as soon as I walked in.
“Coach?”
“Our PR department has gotten calls from several sources about some young boy’s grandma, saying that you were sleeping with her daughter-in-law. Do we really have to go down this road again?”
“Coach.”
Fuck.
“The woman is Becca Bell, and I think I have loved her since high school. She is raising her son as a single mom, and we reconnected at the Christmas for Heroes event. Her son’s father was in the service and was killed in action a couple of years ago. This is different than before, I promise. I actually…”
Love her, I thought, but felt too stupid to say it.
“…like her. I’m in it for real, not just as some random hook-up. And she’s single. Don’t worry. The grandma came back with her son early last night and started screaming at us and calling Becca horrible names. She’s just upset, maybe understandably so but acting out in the wrong ways, that Becca is moving on from her son. You know I’ve been different these last weeks. This is all because of her.”
Coach looked hopeful.
“This is good. We can spin this.”
Why can’t I just play ball and have happiness without drama?
I need to see Becca and make sure she is okay.
“It would be better if it didn’t have the stain of you kind of stealing a war widow from an upset mom of a fallen soldier, but we could also show how much time has passed and how you’re helping her find love again…”
There was something about the way he said it that was distasteful to me. I wasn’t doing this for publicity. I was actually in love, for the first time ever, and I wanted to enjoy it, not spin it for the sake of the media.
“Coach. Can’t I have my private life be my own?”
“Theoretically, yes, but you’ve already opened that Pandora’s box for the world to see, when you went around sticking your dick into anything that walked.”
“That’s not true…” I started to protest.
I did have standards. But it wasn’t worth it, so I shut up. The past was the past and I wanted to concentrate on my future. With Becca and Mark.
“If you actually care about this woman, wouldn’t you like this to play out in a positive light to restore your integrity in the eyes of the media?” Coach asked me.
“I guess.”
“Right now, for whatever reason, you have become the face of the team that everyone can’t seem to get enough of. I think it would help everyone involved if we change your image for the better. And maybe the press can actually talk about football for a change. Even the guys in the box were talking about your nightly adventures on Sundays when your name comes up, rather than your stats. It’s not normal, and it’s not right, but maybe it’s time we got ahead of it. Our PR wants to run with this and get control of the story.”
“I get what you’re saying, but this is my life.”
“Yeah. And as long as you mean what you say and you’re truly a changed man, there is really no downside for you or the girl.”
“Fine, Coach. Do what you need to do if the media comes calling. Tell them what you want.”
I just want to get back to Becca.
The training facility was west of the Hudson, just like Caldwell. I was maybe 20 minutes away. I had driven myself into practice today, so I decided to head to Becca’s after leaving Coach Kramer’s office.
Post-holiday traffic was super light, with most people still probably in a sugar coma or staying home with their families and enjoying their gifts, so I made record time to Caldwell. I pulled my Jeep into Becca’s driveway and headed to the door. She opened it before I even knocked, not recognizing my car.
