Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 96712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“How do you feel being the first openly gay player in the NFL?” she asks.
“I believe Michael Sam owns that title,” Matt says. I have no idea who Michael Sam is.
“Technically, he was the first drafted,” she corrects. “Until he was cut during preseason.”
Ah, I guess that’s why I don’t know who he is.
“Well, if we’re getting technical, there’s Kopay, Smith, McDonald, Simmons, and a handful others who came out after retiring, and I wasn’t openly gay while playing for the Bulldogs. So, unless I’m signed to a new team, the title is still up for grabs. To answer your question, I don’t think I should feel anything about being an openly gay player. I’m still a player. Gay or straight doesn’t have anything to do with it. I deserve to be on that field as much as any of the other guys. I train hard to be the best. All I want to do is play football.”
Callie taps away on her tablet furiously, and that there will be the title. Matt Jackson Just Wants to Play Football.
Ugh.
“What I do off the field hasn’t interfered with my career yet, and I don’t intend to let it in the future.”
“But it has interfered with your career. You said you never let yourself get close to your teammates, which cost you your contract.”
Matt doesn’t answer for longer than one would consider normal, as if he’s struggling to find the correct answer.
“Can I grab some water?” I complain. “It’s exhausting looking this good.”
My trick has the desired effect. I don’t know where the assistants have run off to, but Camera Boy scurries away to get me a bottle of water while Matt and Callie laugh at me.
“How did you and Noah Huntington meet?” Callie asks Matt.
“My new agent—Damon King at OnTrack Sports—went to college with Noah. I met them both at a party.”
“Thanks for the plug,” Damon says from the sidelines.
“Best agent I’ve had.”
Lars comes back with my water, and I sip it quickly while he gets back behind the camera. He doesn’t take his eyes off me as I swallow the water down. I think someone likes me.
“Was it love at first sight?” Callie asks.
“Yes,” I answer at the same time Matt says, “No.”
Callie loves our answer; her entire face lights up like she just scored a scoop.
“He definitely made me work for it,” I say and force playfulness into my tone. “The first three days, it felt like I was running after him the whole time.”
Matt’s shoulders bounce, and I think he’s trying to hide the fact he’s laughing, because what I said isn’t a lie. All I’ve done since we got on the damn ship is proposition him, only to get shut down.
“What will happen if you get an offer from a team on the West Coast?” Callie asks. “Noah’s in New York, running his father’s campaign.”
Running. Pfft. Whenever I’m in the office, I’m treated like a child. Pretty sure I’m not even allowed to hold a pair of scissors.
“We’ll cross that bridge if and when we come to it,” Matt says. “During the season, my main focus would be football, so even if he was with me, we’d face what every other football couple faces.”
Lars cuts in. “Okay, I have enough photos of this concept. Now, Noah, if you could slide onto Matt’s chair, and Matt, you lie back with Noah between your legs.”
Well, now that sounds fun.
“Uh, with his back to your front,” Lars clarifies with a cute blush.
I try to keep from salivating as Matt spreads his legs enough for me to slide in. His cock twitches and digs into my back as I try to get comfortable on top of him. His hand goes to my hip, and suddenly I wish I was the one in Matt’s position, because he can hide his hard-on.
Callie’s phone starts ringing, and she excuses herself for a moment.
“Told you to jerk it,” I say quietly out the side of my mouth. I shift my weight, my back rubbing against him, and he lets out a tiny groan.
“I fucking hate you,” he whispers in my ear.
“Somehow I doubt that.”
“Matt,” Lars says, “Put your head back and close your eyes. Noah, shuffle down so you’re using Matt’s chest as a pillow and turn your head toward me.”
Matt’s grip on me hardens to the point of pain as I slide down him. If I hadn’t already messed up today by running my mouth, he would hear endless teasing about being unable to say he doesn’t want me. He’s so hard I’m pretty sure if I wiggled enough, I could make him come.
My cock goes from a semi to an iron spike at the thought of Matt losing it and coming all over me.
Lars clears his throat, and I stare down at my cock which is trying to break free. Won’t have to work hard for it in these trunks.