With a groan, I rolled to the side, so I wasn't crushing Sophia, hissing when my soft, sensitive cock slipped out of her. I kept my arms around her, rolling her with me, holding her close to my chest.My whole body felt exhausted. My chest wanted to heave for every breath, but I controlled it, taking in slow deep breaths to get my lungs to stop screaming at me. I probably stopped breathing near the end there.Shit, I really did let myself go if I can't even do this without breathing hard. Maybe I really should be going to my physiotherapy sessions...?I sighed as my eyes slid closed, my body relaxing. I couldn't remember the last time I was this content. I slept just fine when I was alone, in fact, I was asleep more than I was awake these past weeks, but it was often fitful. I went to sleep in a bad mood and woke up in a bad mood, making myself more and more depressed eve-ry day. Besides, having a warm body close again to me felt amazing."Mason?"I heard Sophia call my name,
Four months la-ter...I woke up to an empty bed and pouted as I sat up, the sheets sliding off my naked body."Bastard," I grumbled, slipping off the bed. "You could have woken me up."I wasn't really annoyed with him, though. I knew he had an important game today or he wouldn't have woken up so early without me. I went to the bathroom for a shower, then hurried to get dressed. Picking clothes was becoming harder, though. For the moment, my dresses were still fine, but I knew I would have to buy some bigger clothes soon."You're growing really fast in there, aren't you," I murmured, rubbing my rounding belly.It had been a shock, finding out I was pregnant, for Mason and me both. It wasn't something we planned, we just got careless with me missing my contraception, but when the news came, I wasn't as against it as I would have thought. I had always felt uneasy at the thought of a little person growing inside me. Not so much because it would be uncomfortable or because I was w
"Guys, I'm not in the mood to party!"I sounded like my mom: always whining and com-plaining, but the guys weren't listening. I wasn't in a par-ty mood for real. I hadn't played ten games in the last season and the way I was feeling, I didn't know if I would play again. I was going to be one of those quarterbacks that re-tired early. Shit, I was only twenty-eight, yet I felt like an old man. Too scared to run, pass, or do anything in case something else snapped. The guys were acting nice about it. Telling me to get a grip and that it was all about the game, but I was so fucking scared of doing anything, including sex!"You need to get back out there. What happened to Casanova Sebastian?" Mason said as he passed me another beer.He fucking died when I spent more time watching the game than actually being part of the action.I took a swig of the beer, I had kept telling him I didn't want and would end up drinking all the same. As they say, actions speak louder than words, and
Coach Thomas said that he was worried about Se-bastian for next season, and he wanted me to do some tests to get him up to scratch over the summer. The last doctor did a half-ass job and players were dropping like flies because he wasn't revealing the extent of their inju-ries. He spent most of his time boozing and it had taken the club the whole season to figure this out. It was com-pletely unethical. There was so much political maneuver-ing and backhanding in medicine that no one wanted to rat him out. I thought that it had been bad in the hospi-tal! I suppose I was naive to think that it would be any different in the sporting industry. Maybe being a sports doctor wasn't such a good idea, but I had no choice: I needed the money. I was hired last week, and my first assignment was to get their all-star quarterback player back on the field for the whole season. Everyone was cheering for me to get in the damn pool."Sebastian, it's me."Then this blue-eyed guy with really tight
"Sebastian is even worse than when he was a kid," I said to Sophia as we both sat down and grabbed some dinner at the Holiday Cocktail Lounge. I'd been in town for a couple of weeks, and we'd planned to meet up to-night in East Village. It was as if we were reliving our college days. One thing I loved about this place was the cocktails; no place beat them. This place was the reason why I went up a couple of dress sizes. The damn cock-tails and food were to die for."Don't be like that; it's been how many years?"I looked up and saw that the same Christmas lights were hung above the bar. It was as if this place was stuck in time: we'd changed, but the place hadn't one little bit."Can you believe that they still have that?"I pointed to the lights, thinking about the past.She nodded, "Sure, it's the bar's trademark. They're not going to get rid of that. It would be like if they stopped serving cocktails."She had a point there."The atmosphere of the crowd, the music and
I kept tabs on her, saw her career blooming and I was proud to know that the shy girl who'd had such low self-esteem when it came to her academic studies had blossomed into one of the top reporters in New York. "You know Sebastian has got a lot on his mind; you just have to give him a chance."She nodded as if she was telling me, rather than asking me, to give him another try. I had already decided that I was going to tell Coach Thomas that Sebastian was jeopardizing his recovery by partying and then let him suffer the consequences. After all, I was his doctor, not his babysitter. "I need this job," I pleaded with her, because I couldn't cover for him as it would be unethical. I had just reconnected with her. Now that we were in the same town. I didn't want us to fall apart again. "So does he." She paused before continuing. "He's scared that this could be the end of the road for him. He's been under the doctor's knife so many times and he's taken more meds than candy at a ca
"Sophia, you were always getting me into trouble," I said as I was danced with some guy that looked as if he'd had more cocktails then we had. As I got closer to-ward him, I realized that he was old; he made my dad look youthful. Fuck!"I'm not ready to be any guy's sugar baby!" I said as I pushed him away and started to scan the bar for someone else. Anyone younger than Grandpa!"Let's see if we've still got it." Sophia had said when she winked at me earlier. "What do you mean?""Remember we never had any money, so we used to get all these guys to buy us cocktails? Then by the end of the night, we'd tell them that you and I are more than friends.""That's so wrong!""Emma, remember that guy? The one that told you that his dick was so big, that he could convert you!"I squeal as I remember the guy, the idiot telling me that he converted his last girlfriend!That was when we had started scanning the place for guys to buy us drinks and for some reason she had ended up
I had held my phone in my hand for the last twen-ty minutes with only one thing on my mind, and that was to call Emma and apologize for what had happened last night. I had managed to grab her card from Mason. The stripper was good, real good at stripping. But I'd lost track of what she was doing, thinking about Emma in my house. She had really brought it all back home. The girl that I'd met when I dropped my big sister at college-and hadn't stopped thinking about since then-had walked back into my life. That wasn't something you forgot about in a heartbeat. My parents used to tease me about wanting to go to see my big sis at college all the time. Sure, Sophia and I were close when she was at home. She used to drop me at practice and all that kind of considerate stuff that a big sister would do. But when I first met Emma, she felt like she had put me under her spell or something. I just wanted to go back to that col-lege every damn weekend. Now I thought about it, Emma was my inspira