“Can’t complain. Sam and I were just talking about how this year’s team is shaping up. He said you guys have great prospects and a great summer training program in place.”
“That we do,” I say, taking a bite of my sandwich.
“Now, what is this bullshit I hear about you blowing things with Nurse Angie?” He asks me. I shouldn’t be surprised, my dad has been this direct my whole life. He gets it from my grandparents. I cough trying to swallow the big bite of sandwich in my mouth. It’s turned to sawdust so I can’t get it down, but I keep trying all while glaring at Sam. Sam the Betrayer. That is how I shall now refer to him.
“You’re fired,” I tell him when I can finally talk. But Sam just laughs.
“Dude, you can’t fire me. And stop being such a pussy. Have you even talked to her yet?” He asks me.
“No,” I say quietly, my head hanging down.
“What was that?” Sam asks. The asshole.
“I said no you bastard,” I growl finishing my sandwich as quickly as possible, I ball up my trash. I’m eager to get away from these two conspirators.
“Well, Sam is right, you can’t fire him,” my dad tells, like I don’t already know. I “fire” him at least once a week. “Second, look around you. She’s not in here. Probably afraid it would be awkward. So, son, I say this with love, but grow a set and go talk to the first good woman you have been interested in before she tosses your sorry ass out in the street.” Well, how does he really feel?
And the big pussy that I am, that is exactly what I do. I grab my trash and toss it in the trash can before making my way to the door. All to the tune of my coaching staff and my dad singing “Some Day My Prince Will Come,” I pause, with my hand on the door and look over my shoulder at those idiots. I really do love them. I shake my head and then flip them the bird over my shoulder which is met with chuckles and head down the hall to the nurse’s office.
Outside her office, which is really two giant offices and a bathroom enclosed in one giant area, I take a deep breath to shore up my courage, square my shoulders and knock on the door.
“Come in,” she tells me.
When I walk through the door, she’s seated at her desk, reading a magazine. The nurse’s desk is in the middle of the first big room, surrounded by cabinets on two walls full of I don’t know what, a bathroom on the third wall, and bulletin boards covered in flyers and pictures of students, calendars and various school debris. To her left is a big medical curtained entry way that leads to the second big room that is four bays with medical tables and curtain dividers.
“Any patients?” I ask, nodding my head to the curtain.
“No, it’s been a slow day, but you know what they say, no news is good news,” she smiles at me.
“Angel…” I say at the same time she speaks.
“Cody, are you alright?”
“I don’t know,” I tell her. She stands up from her chair and starts walking towards me. “I feel like I need to apologize for the other night.” Her face falls. Shit this isn’t working out.
“Okay,” she tells me. “You don’t have to apologize. It’s been a long time. I’m out of practice. And well, Joe cheated with slut Erin so, you know. I’m sure he had his reasons,” she tells me as she breaks my fucking heart. She’s babbling. She thinks she doesn’t do it for me and she couldn’t be more wrong.
“Angel…” I start but she cuts me off.
“Please don’t call me that. My name is Angie,” she hurries on. “And it’s ok, really. But I’d like to still be friends.” And I fucking snap. I throw the lock on the door.
“I don’t want to be friends, Angel,” I growl as I stalk towards her. Her face falls but only for a minute. I back her up against her desk, my hips pinning hers roughly. I grab a fist full of her hair and hold her still for my punishing kiss. Friends? No fucking way. Angel. Is. Mine.
“Cody?” She asks tentatively when I let her mouth go. Kissing her jaw and that place on her neck that makes her lose her mind. For me.
“I don’t want to be friends, Angel, because you are mine,” I hear her breath hitch as she grabs onto my shoulders. I take her mouth again as I unbutton her jeans, pushing both her pants and her panties down around her ankles. I run my fingers between her legs and she’s wet. Fucking soaked for me. Angel lets out that little mewl that makes me crazy.
I turn her around to face away from me and guide her down so that she’s folded over, her beautiful chest mashed against her desk. I make quick work, freeing myself from my pants and shorts. I take her lush hips in both hands and plunge inside her. Deep. She turns her head to the side and I see her bite her lip to keep from screaming out as I pump in and out.
“You’re mine, Angel.”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Say it,” I thrust in again. This time harder. “Say. It,” I command.
“Yes,” She tells me. “I’m yours.”
“Damn right,” I tell her as I pick up my pace. I feel her grip my dick so tight. I know she’s getting close. I slide my left palm over her full ass and up her spine, laying it flat between her shoulder blades over her blouse. My right hand wraps around her hip to where her body takes mine and I feel it on my fingertips. I growl over how hot our connection makes me. When my fingers find that spot on her body, I circle it, hard. Not letting up as I thrust harder, faster. She’s so close and thank God, because I am walking a knife’s edge right now over her body.
