TackledP: A Sports Romance(24)

"Nothing else?" he asks. I hear male voices in the background, loud and obnoxious. Obviously, his teammates.

I look around the hallway, even though I already know it's empty. "Yeah." I drop my voice to a whisper. "I told him that you gave me a bouquet of dicks and offered me yours."

Colton laughs, a deep warm sound that makes me unable to keep from smiling, despite the fact that he's totally annoying. "Nice," he says. "Where are you exactly?"

"Standing in a hallway … in the middle of a bunch of offices," I describe to him. "I think I'm lost. Tell me how to get out of here."

I hear the voices fade into the background and it's quiet. Colton's voice is low in the phone. "Ask me what I thought about when I used your gift."

My breath catches in my throat. "I'm not asking you that," I whisper. "I'll find my own way out of here."

"I'll tell you anyway. I thought about you, spread out on my bed –"

"I'm hanging up." I warn him before he keeps going and I'm too turned on to make it through the tutoring session.

Colton laughs. "You're no fun. I'll give you directions out."

I exhale with relief – not at the offer to give me directions, but at the fact that he's no longer describing what he wants to do with me. "Good. Direct away."

I follow his guidance, weaving through hallways and deeper into the athletic center. At least, I think. "Are you sending me in the right direction?" I ask. "You realize I need to get over to the tutoring rooms. And so do you. Where are you, anyway?"

"I'm taking you out the opposite way because it's shorter," he tells me. "And I'll be there in a few."

I sigh. "Fine. Where am I going now?"

"There's a shortcut," he says. "Go through the next room – it's one of the training rooms but no one's probably in there right now."

"I don't know how this is a shortcut," I say, entering the weight room. It is empty, though.

"Cut through the locker room on the far end of the second room," he instructs me.

I stop short. "No way. I'm not cutting through a locker room. Have you lost your mind?"

"It's the girl's locker room," he assures me. "Women's softball and shit. If no one's training, no one will be in there anyway. It puts you right out into the hallway. You turn right and you're out near the tutoring rooms."

"Fine."

I push open the door, walking past a set of lockers and… right into a shower room filled with steam.

And naked guys.

I stop short, my brain too busy processing the sight of hot, muscular men with towels loosely wrapped around their waists or completely naked. Someone whoops as he walks past me.

Fucking Colton King sent me to the male locker room. What a total and complete dick.

Suddenly that dick materializes right in front of me. Naked.

"What are you doing here?" he asks, smirking. I want to slap that smirk right off his face.

I turn around and march right back out into the empty locker room area I just came through.

"Don't be mad," he calls out, following me and opening a locker nearby. "I'll grab my clothes and walk you over to the tutoring room."

"Don't be mad?" I ask, keeping my voice low so that what I assume is the entire football team doesn't hear me. "You bring me to a room full of naked guys and expect me not to be mad?"

"I think you answered your own question there," he says, laughing. “I brought you to a room full of naked men. How are you going to be mad about that?”

Eyes up, Cassie. Do not let him see you look at his dick.

"Relax. It was totally a joke, Teach," he says, reaching into a locker and pulling out clothes. "And now I get to walk you over there."

I should be leaving immediately. I can't even imagine what people would think if I were in the men's locker room with Colton King standing here – naked — mere feet away from me. Or if Coach Walker walked in here.

I'd probably get fired. I would definitely get fired.

Except that Colton turns around to reach into his locker, giving me a perfect view of his ass. I can't get my eyes to focus anywhere else. I think that phrase about bouncing quarters off asses was definitely made for him.

He turns around and slides a t-shirt over his head, still not bothering to put any pants on, of course, because he wants to leave his cock on display for as long as possible.

"Yes, this was a hilarious joke," I say, rolling my eyes. "I guess that was a really cold shower you just took, huh?"

Totally not true. Nothing down there is experiencing shrinkage.

I turn around and march straight out of there and back through the door I came in. Colton bursts through the empty training room a few minutes later, following me, but I ignore him.