Page 99 of Good Vibes Only
“Hahahahhaha,”she wrote.“Hurry up and come home!!! I can’t wait any longer. What time will you be getting in, anyway?”
“2 AM.”
“What?! Boooooooo!!! I’ll be asleep then!”she wrote, frowny-face.
I was hoping she’d stay awake for me. But I couldn’t blame her; she had work tomorrow, after all.
“Yeah. It’s a long flight from Boston,” I wrote. “I guess we’ll have to wait until tomorrow to see each other. Bummer.”
“No, I can’t wait that long,”she texted back.“I’ll leave the door unlocked. But please be quiet when you come in.”
I nodded.
“Because I wanna wake up to your cock sliding inside me.”
Welp.
That did it.
That was the hottest text a girl had ever sent me, and my cock thickened in an instant, making a tent in my compression leggings. Embarrassed, I grabbed my jersey and threw it over my crotch to hide it from the boys.
One by one, they marched to the showers, buck naked.
“C’mon, Showtime!” Dakota waved me to join the group. “Hurry up, man. Time to hit the showers and head home.”
“Yeah, yeah. One minute,” I said, in a rushed and panicked voice.
I tapped out another text to Mac. “Great. Now I’m hard. And the boys want me in the shower.”
She spammed me with emojis—the one with the huge smile and the big, beating hearts bursting out of his eyes.
“Babe! This is a serious problem.”
“What’s wrong? Can’t you just troll the boys with your big hard cock?”
I could only stare and laugh at my screen. I felt bested—again. Actually, I wasconstantlyfeeling bested with McKayla. That’s why I was falling so hard for this girl, man. I loved the way she bantered with me, how she took my words and playfully deployed them against me. She was one quick-witted and tough chick and I loved her for it.
“I can’t believe you,” I replied, laughing. “I’ll see you tonight. Sleep tight, all right babe?”
“Oh, I’ll try …”
* * *
Our bus pulled up to the Boston airport around eleven o’clock local time beneath a night sky. We ran across the tarmac, a chilly harbor breeze nipping at our flesh, and up the boarding stairs to our team jet.
“I’m over this cold bullshit,” Connor said with a shiver as we walked down the cabin aisle to our seats.
Walking right behind my linemate, I teased Connor. “Is living in the desert making you soft, bud?”
“Yeah, about as soft as you were in the shower,” he hit back without missing a beat.
Everyone in the cabin laughed and went,“OOOOOOH!”
“For fuck’s sake,” I muttered, laughing.
I’d applied an ice bag to my crotch before I hopped in the shower, but, y’know, time was short. Ihadto get into the shower, because if I waited any longer, I might’ve missed the flight. And that wasn’t gonna happen, so I took my half-chub with me into the shower. I’d been the butt of the jokes ever since.
“Never knew you had such a weapon on you, Showtime,” Brock said.
