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“Yes!” He pumps his fist in the air. “I knew I’d wear you down.” He knocks my shoulder with the back of his hand. “You can thank me later when you can’t keep the ladies out of your lap.”
“Will I be thanking you or cursing you?” I cock my head to the side.
“You are the only motherfucker I know who would be annoyed by too many options.”
“You know I’m not about sleeping my way through campus.”
Don’t get me wrong, of course I partake from time to time. I am a man after all, but unlike a lot of my teammates, I actually care about who I stick my dick in.
I have strict criteria andonlyif it’s met will I consider sleeping with someone.
First, she has to be attractive. That’s a given. My cock isn’t going to get hard for someone I’m not physically attracted to.
Second, she has to be someone I have no interest in getting to know further. Someone who bores me or I know I have no chance of falling for. Refer to my previous comment about distractions.
And third, she can’t be someone who’s slept with anyone I know. Some of the guys may not give a shit about that, but I don’t want to fuck someone who’s fucked one of my teammates. Hard pass for me.
“Maybe not the entire campus, but part of it wouldn’t hurt.”
“Could your standards be any lower?” I bark out a laugh.
“I love everyone. I don’t discriminate.” He holds his arms wide, his smile even wider.
“On that note, I’m hitting the shower.” I move past him.
“Make sure you wear that cologne I gave you. Your little art major won’t stand a chance when she smells how fly you smell.”
“Do you ever listen to yourself when you speak?’ I call over my shoulder, laughing to myself as I disappear around the corner.
I make quick work in the shower, knowing I’ll shower again once I get back to my dorm anyway. Throwing on the athletic shorts and tee I wore on my way to practice, I slip a backward ball cap over my head to avoid having to fuck with my hair, step into my shoes, and grab my shit before heading for the door.
Higgins is waiting for me outside when I exit the building, the heat having given way to a much more bearable evening. That’s one thing about Southern California. I still can’t get used to how much warmer it is here than in Michigan. Even after well over a year, I still haven’t fully adjusted.
“Please tell me we’re heading back to your dorm before going to the bar because I know you ain’t about to show up like that.” He gives me a full once-over.
“Because what you’re wearing is any better?” I gesture to his track pants, which he has partnered with a ridiculous neon jacket that looks like it came straight from the set ofSaved by the Bell. My mother forced me to watch more episodes of that show than I care to admit as a kid because it was one of her favorites growing up.
“Shoot, I look incredible.” He slides his hands down the front of himself.
“Yeah, okay. Let’s go with that.” I chuckle. “And for the record, yes, I am stopping by my dorm first. Not to change, but to drop this shit off. Where is your stuff anyway?”
“Left it in my locker. I’ll grab it tomorrow.”
“Shit, I should probably just do that, too.” I realize. “Give me a sec.” I jog back inside, grabbing my cell and wallet out of my bag before shoving it into my locker.
“You ready now, princess?” Higgins is still in the same spot when I exit again less than two minutes later.
“Man, shut up.” I shove his shoulder as I step past him.
It takes about fifteen minutes to walk to the Nasty Rabbit from our practice facility, during which time Higgins drones on about how badly he wants to fuck Alina Stryker but he’s afraid Enzo will have his nuts for it. Of course, him bringing up Alina then makes me think of her roommate—you know the one—the one I’m not supposed to be thinking about.
If I’m honest with myself, I didn’t request her for the art project just because I knew she was a hard worker. I mean, yes, that was part of it, but the other part of it was sheer curiosity—an excuse to get close to her without the risk of gettingtooclose.
I’ll admit, I had some regret about it after the fact, but then seeing her reaction yesterday, seeing how uncomfortable the thought of working with me made her, it swept away any trace of regret that lingered.
It’s a risky game, I know. But I also know that the thought of anyone else on my team getting to work so closely with her would have driven me fucking insane and likely have distracted me even more than working with her myself will, so I guess there’s the tradeoff.
By the time we shove our way inside the rickety-ass door of the Nasty Rabbit, I’ve all but tuned Higgins out completely.
