Tight End by Melissa Ivers

Author:Melissa Ivers [Ivers, Melissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-10-11T00:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-TWO

Ryan

I’m on cloud nine. In fact, I’ve been here since my ass landed in the end zone, scoring the game-winning touchdown. I’m on fire tonight, unstoppable.

The difference between Sunday’s game and today? I have my two lucky charms sitting somewhere in the stands. Doesn’t matter if they’re cheering for me every time I take the field or simply enjoying the burgers and gigantic bags of kettle corn. They’re here, and that’s what counts.

It doesn’t hurt that my little man is wearing my jersey, with my last name across his back. He told me I was like a superhero in my uniform, and there was no way I was letting him down.

I almost got one for June, too, but we’ve been treading lightly this week, and I didn’t want to be the one to overstep. But damn. The thought of her with my number and last name stamped across her back is like a wet dream. I’d give anything to see her in my jersey, and only my jersey, down on her knees, begging for my cock. Which is exactly why I didn’t get her a thing. It’s entirely unsafe. My quest to tamp out these feelings I have around her has been unsuccessful. Especially after I almost kissed her on Monday and ruined everything.

Well, everything my untimely erection didn’t already ruin.

The damn guys have been riding me nonstop about it, and some dick on the internet spotted it sometime on Tuesday, and now it seems that thousands of people are on bulge watch. This is why I don’t do social media. I don’t care that Nick loves it, I don’t need strangers trying to guess the length and girth of my penis.

My leg feels fucking amazing, though, and it did get Hot 4 Yoga a ton of new followers. Yes, I’m one of them, and because I can’t help myself, I creep on her page every night before I go to bed.

So, regardless of the trolls, I don’t regret doing the video, and we’ve got another one-on-one Saturday afternoon. I think it’s safe to say, I’ll be wearing five pairs of shorts next time. I’m not taking any more chances.

“Nice touchdown, Peter Piper.”

“It must have been the momentum from his newly famous one-eyed trouser cobra.”

“Way to hammer the competition.”

“The little lieutenant really gave it to Chicago.”

“Hey fuck truck, good hustle.”

Jesus Christ. These guys must have spent the last quarter rubbing their brain cells together to come up with some of these. Obviously I work with a bunch of degenerates.

“You can’t sink the Titanic.”

All right, that one was pretty good. I hang my head with a laugh, giving Beau a fist bump for effort. “I hate to tell you, but it did sink. Pretty bad actually. Hit a whole-ass iceberg and everything.”

Beau laughs, punching my shoulder, and heads off to the locker room to get dressed. Halfway there he drops his towel to the ground and glances back at me. “How do you feel about the Unsinkable Molly Brown?”

“I think I prefer the inaccurate Titanic reference.

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