Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
It was an incredible first experience. Mind-blowing, really. The orgasm Carter gave me was more intense than anything I’ve ever given myself. It’s like comparing a firecracker to a nuclear bomb going off. I can only imagine what having actual sex with him will be like.
That thought going through my head brings a goofy smile to my lips and a rush of heat to my face.
I know I shouldn’t rush into anything with Carter simply because I don’t know yet whether there’s a genuine connection between us, or if I’m simply letting myself get caught up in all those adolescent feelings and emotions he’s stirring up within me. I don’t want to sleep with him just because my teenage self would have given anything to.
Still, he’s not like most of these other spoiled, entitled guys I deal with on a daily basis. He’s cocky, no question about it. But I think to be successful in something like pro sports, you have to believe in yourself deeper than anybody else believes in you. You have to be a little arrogant. To be a pro athlete, you’ve got to have an edge. You have to carry yourself with a certain swagger. I think that’s true of any successful person and not necessarily just pro athletes. It’s for some reason just more visible in sports stars.
The thing that’s different about Carter is that he has all those things but he isn’t a prick about it. He doesn’t act like a spoiled or entitled frat boy. Like Ryder Simmons does. The simple fact that Carter was so offended by Ryder coming after me like he did that he stepped in and put himself in harm’s way to protect me is enough to tell me he’s different. Maybe he was more like Ryder coming out of college and his first few seasons in the league, but I have to assume that time has matured him and made him think about how he affects those around him. At least, that’s what I’ve seen in him in the few interactions we’ve shared.
“And what has you smiling so wide?”
Ashley’s voice pulls me out of my reverie and brings my focus back to the present. She’s another of the trainers who came on board around the same time I did, and we’ve become pretty good friends. I like Ashley a lot. No matter how much I trust her though—and I do—I know I can’t tell her about Carter. I know I have to keep that to myself. Not because I think she’ll go blab but because if it gets out, I’ll sink. My dad would be so disappointed in me, and that’s something I wouldn’t be able to bear.
“Nothing in particular,” I tell her. “I guess I’m just in a good mood today.”
“Well, give me some of whatever you’re on then. I’m going to need it. Jonah assigned me to the practice field today.”
“Well, it is your turn.”
She rolls her eyes. “Don’t remind me.”
“Come on, it’s not that bad. You’re out in the sun and getting some fresh air.”
"And dealing with ninety grown-ass men who act like five-year-old children."
“There is that,” I say with a laugh. “Tell you what. I know how much you hate it so I’ll take the field duty for you today.”
“Yeah?”
“Sure. But you owe me for this.”
Ashley squeals and pulls me into a tight embrace as she thanks me profusely. I let her. Although it’s not quite the altruistic act she seems to think it is. Being out on the field means being closer to Carter, and that’s where I kind of want to be. I’m not going to tell her that. I know it seems a little stalkery, but I want to figure out what's going on inside my head when it comes to Carter and the only way to do that is to be around him.
“You’re the best, Cami! I owe you.”
“Yeah, you do,” I reply with a laugh.
I walk back to my office and grab my field bag then bounce through the building with a spring in my step. The heat outside immediately makes me regret my decision. We've got an indoor practice field that's temperature-controlled, and the day is split between being in there and out here. My father likes to make the guys sweat. He says he doesn’t like anybody to ever be too comfortable. Says it toughens them up.
I pick a spot near the far end of the bench then go through my usual routine of taping ankles and treating small wounds for the guys who need my help. All the while, I subtly keep my eyes on Carter. He’s working with the presumptive first team and is looking the part of the QB1. His passes have some zip to them. His footwork is terrific, and he’s hitting his receivers in stride. He looks like a man with a little pep in his step, and I can’t help but wonder if our little session in the training room is fueling his performance.