Page 25 of Jockstraps & Newspapers

Chapter sixteen

Getting railed in the locker room

Cassiopeia

T hat really happened! That really fucking happened!

Mr. Pearson and her high-fived about it all day.

While editing went over her interview for Coach Renner, and she worked on her 'SportsBall for Dummies' article in the office of the Daily , she couldn't shake the giddy excitement.

She'd put out a damn good article. It didn't matter what happened now, she was proud.

Stevie McMatterson was trending all over social media.

#SlimeballStevie. Glorious! Mr. Pearson looked very impressed.

Then, as if her ego couldn't get any bigger, the sister group chat blew up.

She screenshotted a wall of 'Omg, Cass!' and 'You!

Did! That!', but it was the text from her lawyer sister Lyra that made her weep in the bathroom.

From: Lyra I'm proud you did this clean and concise, it's a good piece and he can't get you back for defamation. Good job, goldielocks, I'm impressed.

Her and Lyra hadn't been on speaking terms in…

years. She was almost tempted to text her back.

Cass couldn't help but send the screenshots to Elliot, even though he wouldn't be able to respond.

When Lily woke to the news, she flooded Cass's phone until, later in the afternoon, on her walk back to the field she called.

"Oh, my dragons! Cass!" Lily squealed. "That was such a good piece, I was so scandalized, everyone's talking about it. How did you keep this one under lid for so long?"

She flushed, "Well, I kinda didn't want to ruin the surprise cause I knew if Marvin realized I was writing it, he'd find a way to shut me down. Plus…Lily, you should have seen the look of relief and happiness on Elliot's face when he saw it. I don't think anyone's ever tried to stand up to Stevie."

Cass replayed the moment, walking down the track toward the field, seeing Elliot frozen in place.

His face was full of awe, but his eyes were watering a little.

He's such a big guy, no one ever thinks guys like him need protecting too…

Elliot Bonesaw looked at her like she'd solved something within him. It made her stomach twist up in knots.

"I'm glad you did it, I really think this is one of your best pieces you've ever written." Lily brought Cass back to the forefront of her mind. "What did Elliot say? Or did he just kinda stare at you?"

Cass was breathless as she tried to recall.

Did he say anything? He just kinda stared at her, then followed her down to the field.

It didn't help the second she touched the field, everyone swarmed Cass.

Tens came to give her a thankful clap on the shoulder, Renner and Lee gushed about her 'bravery', and the team all wanted a selfie with her.

Elliot stood aside and she wanted to ask.

How are you doing? The worry that she'd overstepped hadn't sunk into her body until Mr. Pearson stole her away.

She waved to Elliot who watched her the whole way off the field.

Of course, then she was praised and drunk off the ego boost from everything, that she hadn't thought back to it.

"There wasn't a lot of time for talking, but if I get there now, I can probably catch him before he goes home," she fiddled with her skirt, pushing it down her thighs as they continued to shove the fabric up.

Lily gave her a giddy 'go get 'em', and hung up.

Cass practically jogged to the field, unable to hold herself back.

Everything that her celebration covered up until that moment came crashing back.

This morning, him being so relieved that his Heat was gone.

She tried not to get mixed signals. Heat was hard on him, he must just be relieved for it to be over.

Right? And he wasn't excited to be done wanting her so desperately.

No matter how nice it was to be wanted so bad that he was unable to help himself, it was his Heat.

Right? That didn't mean he didn't want her anymore.

He liked her. She'd taken his knot, and he'd been so relieved. Right?

Her heart thundered in her chest. Why did she do this to herself?

Get her whole heart tangled up in moments, recklessly tossing herself into something without considering the downfall.

What if she showed up and he was done? He wasn't like that, Elliot wasn't like that.

But, the nasty, deplorable doubt crawled inside and gnawed at her insides.

What if he read the article and thought she'd overstepped, had betrayed his confidence in her to keep a secret?

What if after the article, with his heat gone, he didn't need her? What if he didn't need her?

Cass burst into the locker room, panting for air. Toad was perched on the bench, scrubbing his toe claws with a brush when he looked up. "Oh, hey newsie, you good? Look like you ran here?"

"I did, I was running late—is Elliot still here?" She gasped for air, hands on her hips. Running in a pencil skirt is possible, just not suggested.

"Yeah, he's showering." Toad wiggled his brows suggestively before finishing up his claws and sauntering out from the locker room. Cass rounded the shower curtain and indeed, found Elliot in a wall of steam, lathering up thick globs of soap with a wash rag before brushing it through his hair.

Cass stepped closer, heart pounding even worse than before, "Elliot?"

"Hmm?" the light humming came to a halt as he whirled around. A brilliant, soul snatching smile curled up on his face, "Cassie, hey!"

"Hey," She wheezed. Why the fuck had she even been nervous?

How wild was that doubt? Look at him! And she did, stared at him, melting in the steam.

He looked at her like she were some marvelous sculpture he'd never seen before in his life.

His baby blues roamed down her body, almost laughing when he saw her flats.

"Baby, those shoes are not slip resistant, you're gonna wreck yourself.

Come here, carefully." He dunked his body under the rushing water, cleansing himself of the soap.

Cass, drawn to him like a string in her chest, came around the bend of the shower room.

Wall of stone after wall of damp, glossy stone, the separators between the showering sections used as a handrail, she took it slow.

Until she came to his section and he turned the faucet away from him.

He was drenched from horn to hoof. The usual fluff of his fur was flattened against his body.

She could see the definition in his hips and thighs, delicious lines outlined as he twisted to see her.

Without a drop of shame, she glanced at the thick cock standing at attention. His knot was full and reddened.

A sigh of relief passed through her lips. "You're…still in Heat."

He let out a soft chuckle, "What can I say, you make me…wild."

His fingers wrapped around a shower curtain that was uselessly pushed up against the wall and pulled it out to the ends of the stone wall separator.

Cass glanced back toward the entry before taking a single step toward him.

He tsked, nodding his chin toward a rack next to the shower.

His clothes were folded up and away from the water.

A basket of plastic wrapped flipflops were at the bottom.

Heart throwing itself against her rib cage with abandon, she began the slow process of peeling her clothes off.

It turned into a suffocating display when she glanced at him, wrapping his big hand around himself.

Her cheeks burst into a blistering blush, unbuttoning her top and peeling it off her sweaty shoulders.

The water rushed behind him, pelting the wall to his right.

She popped off her bra and tossed it into the pile.

Elliot groaned, stroking himself faster.

She shimmied out of her pencil skirt and devoured the look on his face.

If she was hungry, he was starved. Popping on the shower safe flip flops, she bound inside without a single other piece of clothing.

Elliot lurched, grabbing the curtain and ripping it all the way closed around the front.

He wasted no time, backing her into the half wall and kissing her with burning passion.

Her arms wrapped around his body. She climbed his slippery body as best she could.

He didn't let her climb much as he cupped her cunt.

She groaned against his mouth. He ate all her sounds, swallowing her air as their kiss grew desperate.

Teeth clicking, tongues twisting, she could taste a hint of flavored water in his mouth.

His fingers roughly rushed up into her wet cunt and speared her alive.

Her legs trembled. Spreading herself for him, she reached up and took ahold of his horns.

He croaked, "Better hold on tight, baby, I don't want you slipping with as wet as you are. "