I was off my best form again; enough to earn a stern word from the offensive coordinator and some extra practice after the rest of the team was done for the day.

Maybe this was my mind’s way of telling me not to get attached to any one woman. I’d never been distracted by any other women I’d fooled around with. Even when I had a fuck lined up for after training, I still managed to get through the session without letting it consume me. If anything, it kept me motivated. I had to stay at the top of my game to keep the flow of women flocking to my dick. Now, training just meant time away from Kristi. Time away from Kristi was time wasted.

To make matters worse, Milton showed up again today to catch up with friends on the team. He couldn’t have been impressed with what he saw from me. Hell, even with that broken leg, he could have made more throws than me. The less said about my hand-offs, the better. An important part of giving the ball to a teammate was letting go of it at some point. Things I used to do on instinct now took effort and conscious thought.

Kristi had gotten inside my head, big time.

“Good session,” Milton said, hobbling over on his crutches. The team doctors still expected him to be out for the regular season, but he might be back for the playoffs. That didn’t matter—if I kept playing like this, we wouldn’t make the playoffs anyway.

“I was shit,” I replied. “Completely and utterly shit.”

“You weren’t that bad. Just an off day, that’s all.”

“I’ve had too many of them lately,” I admitted.

“Mind if I offer some friendly advice?”

“Be my guest. I need it.”

Milton’s last advice had definitely improved my game, although it had earned me a stern word from the coach for ignoring the runners’ routes. Coach just wanted me to minimize the risk, but winning big games was all about taking risks.

“Did you ever have a coach who told you to keep an eye on the pocket?” Milton asked.

“Yeah, a few actually. I used to hold onto it too long, so they encouraged me to be more aware of my surroundings and throw the ball out when necessary.”

“Thought as much. Ignore all that advice. You looked jumpy out there today. You held onto the ball for too long and then got rid of it in a hurry when you had no choice. Calm down, and pretend that there is no opposition. Assume you have all the time in the world.”

“That sounds like a great way to get sacked.”

“Sure,” Milton admitted. “You’ll get sacked occasionally, but it’s worth it for all the throws you’ll make. Better get sacked once after making four touchdowns than to never make a touchdown at all.”

I nodded. “Thanks Milton.”

“No problem. And listen, you’ll develop a sixth sense for when the opposition is closing in eventually. It comes with experience. Until then, ignore them. And maybe try to relax a bit.”

“Easier said than done,” I replied.

“He needs to get laid,” Doug said, coming up from behind and slamming me on the back with the palm of his hand.

Milton laughed. “Barton gets enough pussy for the entire team combined.”

I didn’t argue. That might have been true once, but not anymore.

“Nope,” Doug said. “He’s like a monk now. Hasn’t fucked anything in weeks. Been so long, he’d probably screw you if you smiled at him nicely.”

“What the fuck do you know about my sex life?” I asked aggressively. I made no effort to hide my anger. I’d been friendly to Doug in the past for the sake of the team, but now I was just about fucking done with him. Little weasel. If he weren’t so obsessed about my sex life, he might have one as well.

“I know you’ve barely left the house in the last few weeks and you’ve not gone to a single party.”

“Spying on me?”

“I know the scene,” Doug replied. “And the ladies keep asking after you. Doesn’t bother me, mind you. These women are horny as fuck, and they’re more than happy to take my dick in your absence.”

“Poor things,” Milton said quietly. Doug ignored him. Milton was a far more senior member of the team than me, and Doug wouldn’t dare take him on.

“I’ve had to clean up my image a bit,” I explained. “I’ll be back on the scene soon, and then all the pussy will flock back to me. After all, why have a regular order when the extra large is available?”

Doug laughed awkwardly, clearly offended, but trying to show he was up for a laugh.

“You’ve really laid off the women?” Milton asked. “Maybe that’s why you’ve been a bit off lately.”

“I’m not chasing as much skirt,” I admitted. “But I’m still getting my dick wet.”

I thought back to Kristi’s luscious lips wrapped around my throbbing shaft. The things she could do with that mouth. Would I ever be able to get head from her without exploding after just a couple of minutes?

“With whom?” Doug asked. “The only woman you’ve been around is that uptight image consultant you’ve… oh, I get it. Damn, didn’t think she was your type. I was about to have a crack at her myself.”

I glared at Doug. I had to punch him. Maybe not now, but soon. My temper could only take so much. Milton saw my face flare up and put a comforting hand on my back. A few seconds later, the fire around me had subsided slightly. Only slightly.

“You’re welcome to have a crack at her,” I lied. “She’s just someone I’m fooling around with.”

“Thanks,” Doug said cheerfully.

If he goes anywhere near her, I will fucking kill him.

“I’m going to hit the showers,” I said. “I have somewhere I need to be.”

I banged on Kristi’s door, ignoring the “okay, okay,” plea from the other side.

She opened the door in a pair of gym shorts, and a baggy t-shirt.

“Barton? What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for you. No more waiting. We’re going to fuck.”