Page 59 of Smut Lovers

Chapter Eight

Jersey

T onight’s the big night. I know I’ll win, I always do.

But my real championship prize isn’t the wrestling trophy.

Nope. My big win will be fucking Vik Williams. Lying between her shapely legs.

Pressing my body down onto her. Shoving my cock into her wet pussy.

I’ll make her scream my name when she comes hard on my dick.

“Hey, Jersey, man, c’mon. We gotta stretch for the meet,” Paxton says as he walks by me.

“I’m coming.” Oh, how I wish I was coming—inside Vik. “Give me a second. Okay?”

I hang out for a few more minutes at my locker, staring at Vik’s photo. Fuck, she’s hot. I wait to make sure the athletic trainers are all busy with my teammates, leaving only Vik to stretch me. I’ve been doing this all season, and no one has said a word to me.

She’s been avoiding me like the plague since she left practice early. She ducked into the campus coffee shop her mom runs every time I saw her the past few days. When I tried to get an appointment, I was told her schedule was full.

I know I went too far when she and her mom were at my house. But damn, Vik is irresistible.

I need her in my life. She makes me a better man. I want us to be forever

“Let’s go, Jersey,” Coach Greg yells.

“On my way.”

I slam my locker closed, tossing my towel over my shoulder. Entering the gym, I glance around, looking for Vik. She’s stretching Paxton, which he seems to be enjoying too much for my liking.

“C’mon, Jersey. Let’s get you loose,” Coach Cord calls out. He’s one of the other trainers.

Fuck, I want Vik to stretch me, but I can’t say that, so I nod and walk toward the mat where Cord waits.

“Good to see you, man. It’s been a while since I got you ready for practice or a meet. Something I said?” he asks as he waits for me to lie down.

“No, nothing like that. I guess it’s just timing,” I lie.

“Okay, kid. Let’s start with your legs. Lie back and relax.” Cord lifts my right leg, then slowly pushes it down against my chest. I close my eyes and try to relax.

“You sleeping on me, Jersey?” Coach Cord asks, slapping my thigh lightly.

“No, just picturing winning it all tonight.” I lie again.

“You got this, kid.” He taps my shoulders when I sit up for him to stretch my arms. “We’re almost done here. I’m sure you and Paxton will win your weight classes.”

I glance over to where Vik is working with Paxton. Burning sensations fill my chest and stomach. My jaw clenches hard, then my entire body tenses.

Cord digs deep in my shoulders and says, “My dude. You have to relax. What’s got you so tight?”

I let out a long-held breath and reply, “Nothing, important.”

I can’t hear their conversation, but she smiles, and nods every few minutes. Her hands raise Paxton’s leg, then she pushes it toward his chest, holding it for a few seconds.

She looks my way; shakes her head, then looks away.

When she lies her body on his leg, I let out a growl.

“Jersey, what the hell is wrong?’ Cord asks, standing above me, his hands on his hips.

Standing, I turn away from Vik with Paxton. Fuck, I can’t stand to see her touch anyone else. I drag my hands through my hair, then crack my neck.

“Sorry, Cord. It’s really nothing. Can we finish up in a few minutes. I need to grab a water.”

“Sure, man. Take five. I’ll be here.” He pats my arm and moves onto Felix.

I walk toward Vik and Paxton. Our eyes meet briefly, then she focuses back on Paxton. I want to throw him across the gym.

Pursing my lips and clenching my jaw again, I huff out a breath, then turn away from them before I lose it. Needing to sit alone, I head to the showers for a few minutes. I can’t watch my woman touching another man anymore, even if it is her job to do so. I hate it.