AidenThe two ibuprofen I swallowed last night have zero effect on my pounding head when I wake up. It’s pitch dark in the room because of the blackout curtains, and I slam my hand down on the nightstand trying to find my phone and turn off the loud and insistent alarm.“Fuck.”Once the sound stops, I turn on the bedside light, squinting into the room with a groan. The bus leaves in forty-five minutes. Thank God I’m packed and ready to go. I take a quick shower, pull on board shorts and a T-shirt, and grab a protein bar on my way out of the apartment. The entire time I’m heading to the bus, small glimpses of my drunk-fest last night flash through my head.I drink a few beers here and there and don’t usually go overboard. I have no idea what got into me last night. My lack of enthusiasm for this coming season and my desire for a sexy little kicker could have something to do with it.I should have left the party early like I originally planned. Seeing Jordan all buddy-buddy with Lane fl

AidenThe look on her face pushes my cock harder against the zipper of my shorts. Her eyes are closed and her beautiful lips partially open in ecstasy. I’ve accomplished everything I set out to do this evening.“You’re not into him, are you?” I ask as I run my fingers along her calf.“Into whom?” she moans.Whom, I love it. “Lane,” I clarify.“Is that what this is about?” She peels open her eyes and gives me a glare. I dig into a small ball of muscle and her eyes close again.I change the subject. “If Kelson becomes a problem, at least talk to Morely. If I hear through the grapevine that you’re putting up with shit and not reporting it, I’ll handle it myself.”“You will, will you?” She doesn’t bother opening her eyes this time.My fingers dig in and travel farther up her leg. She smells heavenly. Once I’ve reached the stopping point, I skim my fingers across the crotch of her shorts. Her eyes pop open and I lean up and kiss her. Her moan into my mouth is better than the others combine

AidenThe next two weeks are filled with double day practices and the next two preseason games. Pink football-mania is in full swing and so is the number nine jersey, which is flying off the shelves. So far, Jordan is six for six with extra points and field goals.Several nights a week, I join Lane in Jordan’s room for dinner. The media is so obnoxious it’s impossible for her to go out in public and eat an uninterrupted meal. Things aren’t dying down as Jordan had hoped and they’re only getting hotter as the first regular season game approaches. The nights I don’t eat with Jordan and Lane, I join my teammates to hold suspicions down about me and Jordan. Besides an intense look or two from Mason and Lane, the rest of the team is oblivious. Lane enjoys pushing my buttons and making jokes at my expense, but he keeps his personal opinion about an inter-team romance to himself.The dinners with the two of them have opened my eyes to another side of Jordan. She’s smart, funny, and loyal to

JordanI open my eyes and I’m immediately aware of Aiden’s absence. His presence fills a room and the loss of it leaves an empty spot in my chest. So much for morning sex. I hit my fist against a pillow. “Why the hell did I let this happen again?” I mutter. My mad crush is quickly turning into obsession. Poor Aiden couldn’t get away fast enough.After a quick shower, I walk down to the bus and try not to think about my aching lady bits. My self-fulfilled shower orgasm only made me crave Aiden more, and I’m not in the best mood. There are also faces missing from the bus. This adds to the empty feeling in my gut. The players who won’t be returning have a later bus that’s taking them back to Albuquerque.I catch a glimpse of Aiden heading to the bus parked behind this one and I’m thankful I don’t need to face him. Lane’s head sticks through the door and he spots me. I scoot over and make room. Each day I’m more and more thankful to call Lane my friend. Without him I’m not sure if I could

JordanMy shoulder is badly bruised but no lasting damage. My entire body feels like it was mushed beneath three-hundred-pound football players because it was. I enter the locker room after the physical therapist clears me. I have a large icepack wrapped around my shoulder when the team trudges in from the field.Several players ask how I’m doing and I actually think they might care. Then I hear Kelson open his mouth to a few other players. “She had the ball between her tits; it’s the only way she could hold on,” he says and laughs.Asshole.Two players standing in front of me hear the exchange. Their damn eyes go straight to my breasts and it pisses me off. They turn away and listen as Kelson continues flapping his lips. Eyes shift away from me when I look to other players and that pisses me off even more. What the fuck do I need to do to prove myself?I lift the ice off my shoulder and lay it on the closest bench.“Now that we’ve been laughed out of the NFL by a pair of tits, we nee