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After Hunter walked in and nearly caught us in the act the other day, he wouldn’t let us leave the locker room until we told him the truth.

I don’t know how he and Sadie seem to know everything, but it’s fucking weird and annoying.

All three of us sat down and talked.

Hunter had some concerns, rightfully so, about this interfering with the team’s success.

He also doesn’t want us to somehow come out of this hating each other even more than we did before.

But, his excitement was clearly visible.

Ellie and I both reassured him that we’re adults and if he ever notices it affecting our work or the team, he’s free to call us out and we will end it right then and there.

The funny thing is, I don’t think I could ever hate Ellie again.

I’m not sure I ever really hated her to begin with.

I hated the idea and the image of her I had made up inside my mind, thanks to my father’s abuse.

My therapist has helped me work through some of these revelations, and during our tele-therapy session yesterday he seemed happy to hear about this development between me and Ellie.

Of course, time ran out before I could ask him about the suspicious smile on his face, but I’ll be sure to bring it up at our session in two weeks .

I close my laptop and lean back on the uncomfortable hotel couch I find myself on.

We’re on the road again for games, this time on the West Coast.

Tonight we play against San Francisco and then we’ll be heading to Arizona.

The team is still firing on all cylinders, having only lost one game in the past two weeks.

I’ve been sitting here way too long and need to get my body moving.

I’m replaying the conversation with my therapist as I make my way down to the workout room in the hotel.

He gave me some techniques to use whenever I feel myself getting triggered by an old memory.

Hopefully one of them will work so I don’t revert to old behaviors like I did on the ice last week.

And now I’m thinking about being on my knees, tasting her again.

My god, I am craving a taste of her sweetness.

It’s all I can think about when I’m alone in my hotel room.

My poor hand needs a break.

I wish my therapist would’ve given me some techniques on how to keep my hands to myself because Ellie is in the room right next to mine.

I’ve imagined knocking her door down and having my way with her more times than I’d like to admit.

Opening the door to the weight room, ready to work through all this pent up energy, I’m happy to see I’m alone, and make my way to the treadmill for a quick warm up.

I turn my AirPods on and select my workout playlist.

The Cadillac Three starts playing and I get lost in a rhythm as I run.

Sweat begins to bead on my forehead, and that’s my cue to slow down before I push myself too hard and my knee starts acting up.

Just as I’m about to step off the treadmill, I see the door open up in the mirror in front of me.

Ellie walks in in a pair of yoga pants and a cropped spandex workout shirt.

Good god, she is impeccable.

Keeping my eyes on her in the mirror, I take a step off the treadmill and trip.

That’s what I get for staring, I guess.

I look up to see Ellie trying to hide her laugh, but her eyes give her away.

Taking one of my AirPods out, I call her out.

“Are you laughing at me, Montgomery?”

She pretends to cough.

“Never, Scott. Just got something stuck in my throat.”

Little liar.

“Mm-hmm. I’m sure.” There’s a playfulness to my voice, and I catch the corners of Ellie’s mouth turn up as she fights a smile.

She walks over to the squat rack before setting her water bottle down next to it.

“You just finishing up or just getting started?” she asks.

“I just finished my warm-up. Was gonna get a light lift in before my pregame nap,” I say, nodding to the squat rack she’s setting up for herself.

Ellie finishes putting her weights on the end of the bar and walks to the front of the rack.

“Want a partner? I could use a spot.”

My eyes work their way up and down her body and I don’t bother hiding the fact that I’m checking her out.

“Do I want to spot you as you squat down in front of me? Let me think about that for a second…”

She swats my arm before nodding to the rack.

“Don’t be a perv, Lincoln. This is a simple workout between coaches in a hotel gym where anyone is free to walk in.” She says it as a warning, and I can barely take her seriously.

“So are you gonna spot me or what?”

“Absolutely, Coach.” I walk behind the rack and wait for her to get set.

Spotting Ellie as she squats is the worst type of torture I’ve ever experienced.

Her yoga pants leave little to the imagination as her ass bobs up and down with each squat.

And the sounds she makes?

Good lord.

I’ve been fighting an erection for the past five minutes.

My workout shorts do very little to hide the battle happening in my briefs, and Ellie notices my struggle as she removes her weights from the bar .

“Somebody’s gonna come in here and feel very awkward when they see that monster in your pants pointing at them,” she says, looking down at my shorts.

She’s trying to give me shit, but I focus on something else entirely.

“Monster, huh? You haven’t even seen him yet, how do you know he’s a monster?” I know I’m playing with fire here, but when it comes to Ellie I don’t mind getting burned.

Ellie moves behind the rack as I finish putting heavier weights on so I can begin my reps.

“I may not have had the privilege of seeing him yet, but I did get a feel for your monster over your sweatpants.” Her eyes are gleaming with mischief and my only response is to shake my head.

I wasn’t planning on squatting because of my knee, but no way in hell am I passing up this opportunity.

When it comes to being near Ellie, I’ll jump at every chance.

I’m both a sucker and a glutton for punishment it seems.

“That’s a lot of weight. This isn’t going to bother your knee?” she asks before getting closer so she’s inches from my back.

I feel her body heat behind me, and because I can’t help myself I lean back the slightest bit and brush up against her breasts.

I swear I can feel her nipples as my back slides down her front.

“Nah, I used to squat a lot more before my injury…and I’ll keep my reps low. I can’t skip leg day entirely or else I’d be walking around with chicken legs.”

Ellie snorts.

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?”

We keep our banter and small talk going as we work our way through squats, bench press, and a small ab workout.

It feels natural to be here with Ellie in the weight room, and I can imagine us doing this together on weekday mornings.

Once we’re done with our ab workout, we do some light stretching to cool down.

I think Ellie is torturing me on purpose as she bends down in front of me with her legs spread wide, reaching down in front of her.

My dick is so hard I can feel it throbbing as Ellie moves from one leg to another.

I do my best to adjust myself in my shorts, but it’s no use.

There’s no hiding what she does to me.

She finishes up her stretches, and I can’t tear my eyes off of her.

She stands and takes a sip from her water bottle before making her way to the door.

With one last look over her shoulder, she turns to me and says, “You might want to take care of that before we leave for the game, Coach.” And with a sassy little finger wave, she’s out the door.

It takes me a few minutes before I can respectfully leave the workout room.

I tuck myself in the best I can, and to avoid any awkward encounters in the elevator I take the stairs three floors up to my room.

Pushing the door open to my room, I all but sprint to my bathroom and start the shower.

A better man would turn the water to cold and try to wash away these salacious thoughts of Ellie, but I’ve never claimed to be a good man.

Steam fills the air and clings to the mirror above the sink as I climb into the shower.

My hand immediately starts stroking my cock as thoughts of Ellie bending down in front of me flood my mind.

I guess my poor hand will get a break tomorrow.

After that workout with Lincoln, I take a cold shower to try and calm down my damn hormones.

Seeing how turned on he was by a simple workout had me almost losing all self-control.

Not to mention, his ass looked mighty fine during those squats.

I grab the towel that’s hanging on the wall and dry myself off before stepping out of the shower.

Grabbing another towel from under the sink, I wrap my hair up and set it on top of my head.

As I’m fastening my towel, I hear a strangled sound .

Am I imagining things, or did someone just say my name?

Holding my breath, I try to listen for the voice again.

A loud bang rings out against the wall and I jump back.

“Yes, Ellie. That’s it. Choke on my cock.”

Holy fuck, that’s Lincoln.

These walls must be paper thin because I heard that clear as day.

My thighs involuntarily clench together.

Lincoln Scott is in the room next to me and he’s moaning my name.

Putting my ear against the wall I listen as Lincoln continues to find his release with my name on his lips.

The cold shower is a distant memory as wetness gathers between my thighs.

Goose bumps tingle across my heated skin.

My stomach jumps with excitement and disbelief with the thought of Lincoln fantasizing about me.

My nipples pebble at the muffled, low growl of my name from behind the wall.

I imagine Lincoln naked, stroking his hand along his rock-hard cock.

My mind flashes to the moment in our locker room when my fingers stroked his length over his sweatpants, which causes my thighs to clench at the memory of his impressive girth.

My hand works its way under my towel, and I feel the mess I’m making dripping down my legs.

I quickly find my clit and start moving my first two fingers in a slow circle.

My towel drops to the floor and my other hand slowly skims up my body before finding my pebbled nipple.

With Lincoln’s voice saying my name and thoughts of myself choking on his cock, it’s not going to take long for me to find my release.

His voice is muffled, but I still hear him through the wall.

I work myself in tandem, circling my clit and pinching my nipple, as my orgasm continues to build.

“Fuck!” I hear him yell, and with one last slow circle I trigger my own release.

My left hand drops from my breast and clutches the sink as a shockwave runs through my body.

Without thinking, I scream his name as my legs begin to tremble.

After a minute, I start to come down from an orgasm that completely rocked my world.

Taking a deep breath, I try to compose myself.

Grabbing my towel off the floor, I wrap it around myself while also trying to wrap my head around what just happened.

Did I just masturbate to the sound of Lincoln getting off in the room next to me?

That might be the most scandalous thing I’ve ever done.

I walk out into my hotel room and make my way to my closet to grab my suit.

I chose a dark maroon for tonight’s game.

Setting it down on my bed, I hear my phone vibrate on top of my dresser.

I grab my phone and my hand flies to cover my mouth.

Lincoln

I like it when you scream my name, Coach.