Page 77 of In the Safety's Zone
“I definitely am but dang it’s just crazy to hear that out loud. I like it though.”
“Good. Now let’s get going because we've got plenty to do today. I’m ready to go out before I gotta leave you around here for camp and shit.” I pulled her shirt over her head exposing the fact that she had no clothing on. “You trying to moisturize my face before we go ain’t you?”
I toyed with one of her nipples and let my fingers trail down her trim waist and brush her clit. She jerked back immediately and started to shake her head.
“Nope. We get started and you’re going to have me hemmed up all day. We need to make sure we can both get our shit together so leave me alone and let me get dressed.” She pointed to the door like her lil weak ass command was gone be enough to move me.
I licked my lips, watching how she tracked the movement subconsciously. “You putting me out?”
“Yep. Because I’m weak and I won’t be able to resist. Especially with the way you’re doing that thing with your tongue.” She squeezed her thighs together and I was about to have us both late.
I made my tongue dip as I made the tip dance independently. “What thing?”
She backed up laughing when she really should’ve been covering up. Not like that would stop me from wanting to taste her.
“Get out, Anthony! We've got stuff to do today.”
I grunted and squeezed my dick trying to relieve some pressure before adjusting him in my shorts. “Fine. But that ass is mine later.”
Aphrodite’s eyes lowered to my dick and it was her turn to lick her lips. “You won’t hear me complaining.”
The drive to the facility took a minute especially since I didn’t keep my promise to stay up off of Aphrodite. It didn’t get far but it did hold shit up. By the time she’d climbed in the passenger seat of my truck, my dick was hard and working out was the only thing that I could do to relieve the pressure until I could get at AP the way I wanted.
When we got to the facility I used my pass to enter and then headed to the security desk to sign her in. The practice facility was more of a massive complex that housed the business offices and athletic offices of the organization. I headed toward the designated practice squad area, which was smaller than the main locker room but was still just as nice. Many teams would put practice squad players in an area separate from the others, but not here. We were all together in the same area and used the same facilities.
I gave Aphrodite a quick view of the locker room since I knew people were going to be in and out and cracking a nigga in his shit cause my girl saw his dick wasn’t on my list of things to do today. We headed toward the physical therapy area hand in hand and ran into Dr. Morrison on the way.
“What’s good, Dr. Morrison.” I reached out my hand and dapped him up because he was cool as hell.
He ran a tight ship when it came to the protocols that were in place and the health standards he wanted us to maintain. I appreciated that he was worried about more than our health on the field, he wanted to do everything he could to protect us for the long term.
“Stop being so formal, Anthony. You here to work out?” Rich was dressed in a dark royal blueDesperadospolo and khaki shorts with white sneakers.
“I am. You think one of the PTs will check out my girl to ensure she’s good to work out?” I could see her grin harder out of the corner of my eye and I wanted to shake my head at her silly self.
“It shouldn’t be a problem at all. That is, if she’s okay with having someone she’s not familiar with examine her.” He looked between us and I realized my mistake.
“That’s my fault. Aphrodite, this is Dr. Richard Morrison.”
“Call me Rich because we aren’t formal around here. Pleased to meet you, Ms. Harper.”
“Rich, I’m Aphrodite. That Ms. Harper thing felt weird.” She was grinning and I could tell she was feeling shy about being here. I started to second-guess bringing her but I was serious about wanting her to get the help she needed while she wasn’t with her regular people.
“My wife is going to be jealous I got to meet you. I looked at the information on your leg once I was told you were going to be here practicing in the facility. You’re cleared to work out today if you feel up to it. How long have you been resting it?”
“Since Wimbledon, but how did you get information on my leg?”
“I watched the match.” Rich didn’t elaborate and I was sure Phro was lost based on the look on her face.
“Okay?”
“Dr. Morrison is a savant. He’s an orthopedic specialist so I’m sure he could figure out what was wrong just by watching you play.”
Her eyes widened, and I could tell she was impressed. “Is he serious?”
“Very much. I could tell that you had a light hamstring pull that occurred earlier in the tournament but you made it worse by still going as hard as you were. Your ability to play through it and not make it worse was impressive. Especially since you still won by returning a trick shot.”
“I’m used to playing through the pain.” She still had a smile on her face but it was less authentic than before.
