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ME:Me and my cobwebby pussy are in!
“Grover!” I hiss, taking the phone back. The girls have already texted back.
AINSLEY:That was very specific, but I’ll take it!
TANZ:Dust it off, babes! We’re doing the damn thing
AINSLEY:ROAD TRIP!
CHAPTER2
DEREK
“Okay if I rinse off?”Karlie calls from the guest bathroom.
“Go for it,” I say, turning on ESPN from the kitchen as I cross toward my bed to where I left my favorite sweatpants.
When I first moved into this corner loft space, I figured I’d eventually build it out, add some walls, a bedroom. It seemed like a good investment. With two walls of industrial windows overlooking the Fremont Bridge and the Willamette River, twenty-foot ceilings with original hardwood beams, and location in the trendy Pearl District, anything I do to this space will add value.
But I’m a bachelor. I don’t need bedrooms. Hell, the second bathroom feels like too much for me. Karlie’s the only one who uses it. I hear her hum from the shower. It’s similar to the way she hummed on my cock. But the memory doesn’t do much for me. It’s been that way for a little while.
I cross back to my large leather sofa, taking a long swig of my sour beer as two announcers debate the hockey teams seeded in the Frozen Four. For the first time in school history, Portland University—my team—is going as a four-seed.
I took the head coach job two years ago, and my guys have come a long way in two seasons.The program was garbage, and it took a lot of creative thinking to pull it out of the dumpster. But the hard work has paid off. I coached them to their first winning season in ten years last year, and this year, I’ve coached them to a Frozen Four appearance.
It helps that we took on a new assistant coach this season with some major chops. Freddy Flux had a career-ending injury with the Ptarmigans, but he’s taken to O-line coaching like a tongue to a frozen pole. The crazy thing is that if we can keep our seniors, we could come back even stronger next year.
“Of course, the question everyone is asking is what will Coach Derek Carroll do?” the announcer says, catching my attention. I roll my eyes.
“There are reports out of Minnesota that he’s on top of their list,” the other announcer says.
“Garbage,” I say, kicking out a foot. Minnesota hasn’t so much as jerked off in my direction, much less called.
“I’m hearing reports out of Syracuse that the AD thinks he’d be a great fit,” the first announcer says. I sit up straighter, resting my beer on my knee.
“He does have roots in upstate New York. That’s where he played his prep career, and of course, you can’t discount his time in the league playing center for New York.”
I couldn’t give a fuck what they think about my ties to New York. But the fact that there’s a rumor about the AD at Syracuse being interested has me grabbing my phone. I pull up a number I haven’t called in months and press dial.
“Do you know what time it is?” her husky voice answers.
“Then why are you answering?” I ask.
“You think I’m going to ignore my husband’s call in the middle of the night?”
I snort and take a long swig of my beer. “Pretty sure there’s an ‘ex’ in front of that title. Seem to remember paying some lawyers a lot of money to make sure that happened.”
My ex-wife scoffs. In the background, I hear the sound of shuffling papers, as if she’s fallen asleep on the couch while working.
“What are you still doing up?” I ask.
“Couldn’t sleep,” she says, yawning into the phone. I hear the stove click on and picture her making a cup of chamomile tea, probably still wearing that same ratty pink robe she’s had since college.
“Are you going to the press about me?” I ask. She wasn’t expecting this. I can tell by the silence.
“Does that seem like my style?”
“I don’t know,” I say, chewing on my thumbnail like it’s the question itself.
