Page 57 of Smut Lovers

Chapter Six

Jersey

“ O kay. I get it.” I grab a towel to cover my damn cock, and head straight for the locker room to take care of my hard on she gave me. Checking to be sure I’m alone, I relieve myself within a few minutes. Fuck, she drives me crazy.

“Where were you, Jersey?” Coach Greg asks when I return to the gym.

“Had to use the john quick.”

Paxton stands beside Coach with a smirk. “Sure you did.” He mimes jerking off, then nods toward Vik sitting on the bench.

I glare at him, but don’t say anything. Not with Coach Greg there. Paxton knows how I feel about Vik, so I’ll take the teasing, and get even with him in the big circle.

Coach Greg plays referee. “Ready?” he asks.

We both nod, then he blows the whistle to begin.

My hands land on Paxton’s shoulders and his land on mine. This is the powerplay I always use when in a real match. We each try to bring the other down to the mat for a takedown, but our strength is matched equally.

I glance to where Vik is sitting. With my attention on her and not the match, I give Paxton the opportunity to take my legs out from under me. With one swoop, he’s got me on the mat. We grapple, twisting, and fighting for the top. He’s got the upper hand and manages to flip me over, pinning me.

Coach Greg blows the whistle to end the first session. Paxton got me there, but he won’t win the match. I shake my arms, roll my head along my shoulders, and concentrate on winning.

With our arms locked again, we stomp around and around. When Paxton tries another leg sweep, I block it and level him onto the mat. A swift move and I lock my arm around his shoulder, pinning him.

The whistle blows to end round two. “Okay guys. This is the deciding round,” Coach tells us. “Let’s have a clean final round. Go.” He raises his arms.

Once again we have each other in shoulder holds. Circling round and round before I drop down for the single leg attack. I grab for the outside of Paxton’s forward leg, then swinging behind him. He manages to break free and escape me, giving him a point.

We reset with Paxton on top. I’m on my knees. When the whistle blows I swiftly spin from under him, creating a reversal, then put him in an arm bar, where I force him to the mat, rolling him up, and pinning him.

Coach blows the whistle, and we break.

“Great match, Pax.” I extend my hand to him.

He shakes it, smiling. “Yeah, man. Hope you have those moves for the real meet.”

“You know I will.”

“Great job, guys. Go cool down,” Coach Greg says. “Damon, can you get these two settled in the ice baths?”

I glance around the gym looking for Vik, but she’s nowhere in sight. I sigh, holding the towel around my neck. Maybe she really does mean we can’t. My heart slows as I follow Paxton and Coach Damon to the locker room.