Page 51 of Bad Wolf

“Thanks, Cap,” I say with a nod and refrain from meeting his gaze.

“Knox, come on.” He reaches out for me, but I angle out of his way and the distress that passes over his face almost,almostmakes me cave.

But I blink the need to fall into him away and arrive at my cubby just as my cell stops ringing. I flip it over and see two missed calls from Scott. I make a buzzer sound and grunt a “Not interested.”

“Don’t fucking dodge his calls. Call him back,” Jason says from over my shoulder. Flapping and buzzing around my ear like a fucking wasp.

I take a step back and wave in his general direction.

“Personal space much?”

He rolls his eyes, “We shared a crib during nap times asshole. Don’t ignore Scott. Call. Him. Back.”

The tone he takes with me has me standing straighter.

“Need I remind you what he’s done? What he’s still doing?”

“He’s letting Wren crash at his house, big fucking deal. Where do you want her to stay?”

“Why are you sayin’ it like that? You tellin’ me she’s come all this way without any money to support herself? Don’t be so fuckin’ ridiculous.”

“Knox, she doesn’t have—”

“Shut the fuck up about it and get out of my way,” I say through gritted teeth.

“Madden,” No doubt three sets of eyes snap to our head coach.

“Fucking hell,” Coach Ford grunts and shakes his head, “Knox. Can you come in here a minute?”

I nod and even though my base layer is soaked through, I don’t bother ripping it all off, I just head towards where the coaching staff have set up their temporary offices when Casey steps in front of me.

“Any idea what that’s about? Want me to come in with you?”

“Fuck off, Case,” I tell him and continue on around him.

Fucking meddler.

Brenna’s scurrying out of the coach’s office when I get there, and I have to pull up to let her pass in the narrow corridor. Her team polo seems extra tight today and I wonder just for a second, if she might be the one to help me out of my funk.

I focus on my dick, but he doesn’t even twitch. Not even when, if I look hard enough, I can see her nips through the fabric of her bra and—no, I think it’s just my imagination.

“Stare much?”

I shake my head, “Was in a world of my own there.”

“That’s okay, you’ve seemed out of sorts lately. Is there anything I can do?” The way she says it clues me into how she thinks she may be able to help.

She reminds me of the sorority girls back in college. Everything they say is sickly sweet and innocent, but the undertones scream “I need a good fucking and I’ll let you do me however you want.”

Her hair is a pretty dark brown color, but it’s not black. And her eyes are more brown than hazel. Banging body though. Maybe…

“Listen, my room is 1301, okay?” She places her hand on my right peck and leaves it there as she walks past, sweeping across my shoulder and down my arm.

Room 1301, room 1301I repeat to myself as I knock and wait for Coach to invite me in.

“Come in,” His gruff voice beckons me in, and I take a deep breath as I do. Pretending to be okay when you're not is a job in itself. But I reign it all in when I’m standing in front of this man.

He, much like my dad, would be disappointed if he knew hownotokay I actually was. And what would I even say?

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