Page 2 of Coach’s Pass (Twin Cities #1)

Ryan hoots in response from the showers. He’s taking his sweet time in there… Maybe he’s already started his personal time. Good for him—brave in a locker room full of horny dudes.

Or maybe he’s hoping for a warm mouth to help him out.

Wouldn’t be the first time, from what I’ve heard.

Girlfriend leaves town, guy gets desperate for some sweet relief but doesn’t want to cheat with another girl.

Tale as old as time. If it’s a guy… does that count as cheating? Definitely a gray area in my book.

I make my way out of the practice complex and out to Lakeside—hub of campus night life.

Gastropubs, fast casual restaurants and dive bars crowd the area.

My cock’s already semi-hard just thinking about Alexia.

How tight she’ll be for me. Her whimpers in my ear, asking me to go faster as I stretch her out.

Crossing the street, I spot her hot pink Tesla parked halfway in a loading zone.

Classic Alexia. Her extravagant college lifestyle completely funded by her tech CEO Daddy.

He founded TechCentral, a big tech brick and mortar retailer in Minnesota.

I didn’t know much about him except that his name is Ted…

and he’s kind of handsy. At Christmas he kept his grip on my shoulder for a bit too long in the family photos—as if he was trying to rub me down.

I didn’t mind though. Alexia’s father was a strong confident guy.

Men like him? I respected the hell out of them.

I step into the lobby of her brand-new luxury apartment building.

A rooftop pool bar and dry cleaning offered as standard amenities.

Breakfast and coffee served each morning.

Developers just kept on flooding the area with them.

But I guess as long as the rich parents keep footing the bill, why wouldn’t they?

I make my way to her apartment on the tenth floor. I hop in the elevator and start planning how I’m going to surprise her. Maybe I’ll take her someplace fancy in downtown.

Approaching her door, I hear moaning. Wet and vulgar sounds as if her throat’s gagged. Something’s wrong. Is Alexia alright? Did someone break into her apartment? My brain races with all the possibilities.

My pulse pounds against my temple as I fumble for the key to unlock the door and rush inside.

Living room and kitchen are clear. I sprint into the bedroom.

And there she is, tied up and blindfolded.

Legs spread wide open while some dude is balls deep in her.

Like really far in. She’s shrieking with obvious pleasure. Is that Drew fucking Peterson?

Head prick of the wrestling team. Sleazy Drew Peterson.

Total douche. Of course he’d be the one screwing the quarterback’s girlfriend.

No shame. Guy practically lives for rolling around half-naked with slicked up musky dudes.

He has a god damn national title in it. I always assumed he was gay with how often he went to get frozen yogurt with Alexia.

Guess I was wrong. And looking at his cock? It’s nothing special.

“What the fuck!” I scream, both of them freezing.

“Drew you didn’t tell me you invited a third. I love it when you surprise me,” Alexia shrills, letting out a high-pitched moan past her gag.

My chest collapses in on itself. Like taking a full-body sack I didn’t see coming. My throat burns with bile. Feeling the urge to throw up. Standing there like an idiot, watching Alexia shriek in pleasure as she has Drew’s small cock inside her.

“Alexia, I didn’t invite a third. It’s Jackson,” Drew mutters, barely pausing his thrusts. Glancing over his shoulder like he’s not sure if he should stop or keep going.

Alexia spits out the gag immediately, “Jackie, don’t be mad!”

She says it like I just walked in on her burning a batch of chocolate chip cookies. Not getting railed and tied up by the biggest douche in Minneapolis. Drew still hasn’t pulled out. Sick fuck. Probably enjoying every second of this. Making him more turned on.

“Why wouldn’t I be irate? Give me one rational reason!” I huff, watching her squirm against the ties. “And don’t call me Jackie!”

“I didn’t want to pressure you… You’re just so vanilla when it comes to anything in the bedroom.” She says, finally freeing herself. Drew at last gets the memo to pull out.

“Dude get the fuck out of here!” I shout.

“I’m not going anywhere, Alexia deserves better than you, you self-absorbed narcissist. At least I’m a national champion,” Drew snickers, stroking his cock like some kind of freak. Trying to taunt me. As if he was going to impress me with his sweat laden title.

“Dude, get fucked!” I snap, my body shaking with fury. Fists clenched as I fight every urge not to push his smug ass through the drywall.

“Drew, leave us right now!” Alexia barks, her voice commanding him.

He freezes for a second. A look of humiliation growing on his face. Bolting for the door, butt naked, his pale ass jiggling as he sprints out the apartment door.

“How long have you been fucking the wrestling captain?” I stare at her.

Her face displaying guilt, but it wasn’t genuine.

Only because she was caught, like a puppy that chewed a hole in the couch.

I should have known better than to trust a spoiled rich girl.

Secretly, I was already planning our proposal.

Thank God this happened now and not with half my contract on the line.

“Uhhh it’s been a bit.” Alexia stammers, covering herself up with the bed sheets.

“And exactly how long is a bit…” Trying not to lose my self-control. Feeling my blood pressure skyrocket with every passing second.

“Since last training camp.” She murmurs, turning away from me.

“Unfuckingbelievable.” I sigh, turning to leave, “For the record, we are done. I’ll bring over your stuff and leave it at the door tomorrow. After that I don’t ever want to speak with you again.”

“Jackie! We can fix this. Please don’t go… You don’t have to tie me up, I can change I promise.”

I let her grovel to herself. I don’t have time for her bullshit excuses.

Not tonight. Not ever again. Of all the guys on this massive campus, I’m the one who gets cheated on?

With a fucking mat rat ? I slam the door behind me without looking back.

Let her cry in the bed that she made. Flood her designer pillows with her fake tears.

She’ll probably have a new boyfriend by next week. Good luck to him.

At least now, I don’t have to worry about a relationship during the season. No drama, just eyes on the prize. Bring home the natty.

My first girlfriend, Samantha, cheated on me freshman year. And now Alexia? Different girl, same knife in the ribs.

Maybe I’m the common denominator. What if I’m too much of a cliché to keep a girl’s interest for long.

They all say they want a quarterback, until they get one.

All of a sudden, the thrill fades once they get pounded over and over in the same way.

Then it’s on to the next flavor of the month.

A weirdo wrestler with a kink for ropes and humiliation.

Something freaky to brag about in their sorority group chat.

“You’ll never guess what I let Drew do to me last night. ” God, it’s unfathomable.