I couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you serious? To a ten-year-old?”
“Yep, to a fucking ten-year-old kid.”
“Is that why you’re working so hard at football?”
He grinned. “Maybe. I got into football because I wanted to get out of that shithole of a house. I think being good at it was all luck.”
“Maybe,” I said. “But I bet you work hard.”
“I do work hard,” he admitted. “But in the end, I’m just playing a game, right?”
“People care about it.”
He nodded. “They do. You saw what it was like when I walked in here. But I’ll tell you something: People aren’t that nice when you don’t win.”
I nodded. I’d never thought about that before. On the one hand, he was treated like a king on campus, given everything. But on the other, they expected everything of him, and if he didn’t perform, then they cast him aside.
“Tell me something else about yourself,” he said.
“When I was ten years old, I loved horses.”
He laughed. “Horses?”
“Loved them. I was obsessed. I don’t even know why now. I’ve never ridden a horse before. Probably never will.”
“But you loved horses. That’s a common little girl thing.”
“Yeah, maybe. In my mind, there was nothing cooler than horses, though.”
“Wow. That is really cool.”
I laughed. “Shut up. You said you want to get to know me.”
“I do. Tell me something else.”
“I’m a biology major,” I said.
“I am too,” he answered. “But I’m going to school for finance.”
“Very funny,” I said, rolling my eyes. “That was the worst sex joke I’ve ever heard.”
“You’ve definitely heard worse,” he said, grinning.
“But seriously, you’re a finance major?”
“Sure. Accountants make decent money. I figure I need some real skill to fall back on if this football thing doesn’t work out.”
“Huh,” I said, surprised. “I thought you were just a dumb jock.”
He grinned hugely at that. “Oh, I’m still a dumb jock. Don’t get me wrong.”
“You know, I could use a specimen like you.”
“Oh yeah? You can take me into the bathroom and study me right now if you want.”
“Not what I meant.”
“I think it was.” He leaned across the table. “I’d study you in return. I’d love to take copious notes on all the various faces you make as you come nice and hard on my cock.”
I sighed, shaking my head. “No. I mean, I have a project for my advanced-level biology class. I’m supposed to do some kind of research project. I’d love to have an athlete like you to study.”
His grin got wider. “I keep offering to let you study me, and you keep turning me down.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s because I know what you really want.”
“And what do I really want?”
“You want to get me in your truck again,” I said, smiling.
“No, not my truck. Been there, done that. I was thinking someplace more exotic.”
“Like where?”
“Maybe the showers near the practice field,” he mused.
“Are you kidding? Dirty athlete showers?”
“What? Isn’t it every woman’s fantasy to get fucked by a big strapping athlete in the men’s locker room?”
I laughed, shaking my head. I couldn’t believe the conversation had taken a turn like this, but he was surprisingly funny and charming.
“It’s definitely not mine,” I said. “You guys are gross. I’d get athlete’s foot just breathing in there.”
“Yeah, probably,” he conceded. “Can’t argue that.”
I smiled and laughed at him, shaking my head. “You could at least pretend like you’re not gross.”
“What can I say? I’m a man and I sweat.”
“Oh, I know. I’ve experienced that.”
He laughed. “Now who’s the one being dirty? Here I was under the impression that you were pretending like I never made you come nice and hard.”
“You did get me pregnant, so I guess it’s hard to really pretend.”
He smirked and was about to say something, but then he stopped. He frowned and pulled his phone from his pocket and then looked at me. “Fuck,” he said. “I have to take this.”
“Sure.”
He got up and disappeared around the corner. I stretched my legs and smiled to myself. I had to admit, I was surprised by how well this was going. I’d expected things to be awkward, but instead it was shockingly comfortable.