Chapter Two
I listened to her speak in her steady confident voice as I memorized the feel of her hands on my skin. I focused on her question and wondered how I could get under her skin. Jennifer was a beautiful girl, and most women didn’t turn me away quickly, if at all. “The injury? It was the beginning of last season, and I played it through just fine.”
“I saw the game. My dad watches a lot of sports. Looked like an injury that might take a while to heal,” she shot back without missing a beat, and I let a long breath out.
“How the hell do you know that?” I heard her chuckle behind me.
“I am a physical therapist, Mr. McLeod. It’s my job to notice injuries on athletes, so I tend to do that. Quite a lot.” She pushed a little harder, and I froze and clenched my hands. “I think I am going to put some heat on it. Lay down and I’ll get one of my pads ready.”
I moved onto my stomach and rested my head on my good hand as I heard her behind me. I thought again of her body with its soft curves in all of the right places. I felt a cloth placed on my skin and then something hot over that as I closed my eyes.
“That feels good,” I admitted in a soft voice as I felt her pressing down on the gel pad.
“I can do this for you every day. I know that Coach wants you playing and I assume that you want to play. I am going to keep a close eye on this injury. Understand?” I nodded. “He and I have a good working relationship, and I won’t hesitate to share it with him if you’re not careful with this and follow my instructions,” she informed me as I felt the nerves in my stomach tensing up. This woman meant business.
“Are you sure I can’t bribe you with dinner and drinks?” I flirted although I already knew her answer.
“I am young, but I have been doing this for a while, Mr. McLeod. You’re not the first hot shot athlete that has tried to hit on me for some benefit to them, and you won’t be the last. I have a high respect for my job, and it’s not going to happen.” She was blunt if nothing else.
I decided to try something different. “Where did you go to school?”
“Boston. I graduated last year,” Jennifer replied and I raised an eyebrow.
“That’s quick to have this job already.” There was a silence and I wondered if I’d struck a nerve.
“It was good timing.” She pressed again and sighed. “Relax. Does anything else hurt?”
I told her about some leg pain that I was having and she raised my shorts to rub my leg as she asked me if she was getting it. She had great hands and I decided that I could get used to this. Our last therapist was a grumpy older man with no sense of humor.
She left the heat on for a while before removing it. “You might want to take a hot shower tonight, or a bath if that’s possible.”
“I have a hot tub in my yard. That’s very possible,” I replied as she voiced her admiration at my recent purchase. “Do you have one too?” I asked and she laughed.
“I just have a condo so I am stuck with the fancy bathtub. It’s not quite the same but it can be quite relaxing if I set the right atmosphere.”
Was she flirting with me? Damn, I hoped so and I felt my cock respond as I sat up and stretched carefully. “Want to come over some time to try out the hot tub with me?”
“Mr. McLeod.” Her voice held a warning as I looked into her flushed face.
“Call me Justin, at least.” Jennifer gave me a stern look with her mesmerizing ocean blue eyes. “Come on. We’re going to see a lot of each other. Do you prefer Jennifer or Jen?”
“I think Jennifer is suitable for this setting,” she replied after a moment, and I smiled at her in the way that always worked a room.
“There you go.” I grabbed my shirt, and she checked something on her phone.
“Practice is at eight tomorrow. I will be available if you need anything.” She looked at me, and I nodded slowly before I told her goodnight and left the stadium to go home. I lived in a large house in one of the nicer neighborhoods of the city. I hopped into my Escalade and turned on some Taking Back Sunday for the ride home as I thought about getting some food. I decided to order some BBQ to bring home and placed the order while I waited in the parking lot of the popular eatery. I was sweaty and tired, and I just wanted to be home, not dealing with fans tonight.
The text came through as I was ready to jump out and get my dinner and a familiar face flashed on my screen as I shook my head. Heather was a wild girl and not afraid of being the aggressive one. I read it and noted her usual offer. I sent something back telling her to give me an hour so I could eat and take a shower. I pulled a hat over my head and got the food as I kept my face pointed at the floor. I always assumed that the staff recognized me though most seemed to do the right thing and let me go on my way.
I tipped the girl for doing that even though I noticed the shine in her eyes and the quivering of her voice. She was cool about it, and I took the bag and tossed it into the passenger seat of my car before I headed to my gated neighborhood. I glanced at the clock on the microwave as I grabbed a Gatorade to drink and stuffed the food down. I had no issues putting a meal away, and I was in the shower in fifteen minutes rinsing off.
I dressed in workout shorts since Heather was going to be taking them off soon enough. I ran some product through my damp hair to hold the short brown spikes that I was currently rocking and headed to the living room for a beer and some scores from the day until she arrived. Heather knew the code since she was semi-regular and I heard a knock at the door within ten minutes as I caught the last touchdown of a game. I almost wasn’t in the mood for her, crazy sex or not. I stood and went to answer the door and let her into the large foyer as she brushed past me smelling like cherries, which was her signature scent.
Jennifer smelled like honey and vanilla. I frowned and pushed her out of my mind as I looked at the tall blonde and smiled. “Hey, stranger. It’s been a while.” I hadn’t seen her for about a month, and she rolled her pretty topaz eyes.
“I tried a relationship. Remind me not to do that again,” Heather mumbled as she walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of beer. She was wearing a cute little denim skirt and a sheer button up shirt with a sexy black camisole, and I looked down at my groin to watch it strain against the shorts with a grin. “I saw your game last week. Great job, Justin.”
“Thanks. It was a good win,” I replied as I headed to the couch and sat back down as she joined me and pressed her curvy little body against me to kiss me. One kiss led to another and soon we were naked on the couch as I dragged her nipple between my teeth and got her off with my long fingers. She was so easy, and I watched passively as she came for me before I reached for the condoms that I’d brought out from my bedroom earlier.
Heather’s pussy was wet. I slid in all of the way too easily and thrust hard. She gripped my back and dug her nails into my skin. I groaned. It only made me move faster and deeper, and we were both coming soon. Heather dragged her fingers through my hair and let out a long sigh. I felt the sleep that I needed nudging me along with some shoulder pain.
I moved off of Heather, and she curled up beside me as she looked around the room. “Why are we in here? Is something wrong with your bedroom?”
I realized that I typically brought her back there and fall asleep with her so that we could have another go at it in the morning. “No, I don’t know. We just kind of ended up here.”