Eligible Receiver (Men of Fall #3)- S.R. Grey Page 0,31

The Love Nest bed.

No, wait, it’s seen much more, the latest session having wrapped up only five minutes ago.

In fact, I’m still feeling warm and fuzzy from a slew of orgasms as I nuzzle into Lars’s warm, hard, bare body.

Sighing, I say, “I’m scared things are going to change, especially when you get busy.”

Holding onto me tightly, he assures, “Becca, nothing is going to change, at least not in any kind of negative way. I’ll just be doing more than working out at the gym all the time once mini-camp gets underway.”

“I know, I know.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I feel like this shouldn’t bother me so much. You have to get back to your job, right?”

“I do.”

Sighing, I concede, “Maybe it’s the fear of the unknown that has me all weirded out. I don’t know, but something is nagging at me. I just can’t put my finger on it.”

Kissing the top of my head, Lars says, “Don’t worry so much, okay? Change can be scary, yes. But I think it’s actually going to be more fun once I get busier.”

“Yeah, how so?”

“You can come to some of my practices and watch me do my thing in person. That’ll be cool, right?”

“I would like that.” Raising my head, I peer up into his deep brown eyes. “I really would.”

It’s true that I’m super excited to see my man in action on the field in person. I’ve watched so much game footage, witnessing his amazing talent, but there’s no substitute for watching him in real life.

I’m looking forward to the games too, the ones that count.

Too bad the season is so far away.

Maybe that’s what’s scaring me?

There’s so much time between now and then, where so many things could happen.

Ugh, that overwhelming feeling of foreboding rushes back over me, like a wave of despair.

I feel like there really is something hanging over our happiness, waiting to cut it short.

I sense it deep in my soul.

And that’s what has me really worried.

No matter how irrational, and despite all of Jodi’s and Lars’s reassurances, I have a sense of dread that my world is about to be turned upside down.

I just don’t know how, why, or when.

Mini-Camp Surprise

I’m running my route down the practice field, turning when and where I’m supposed to.

Yep, there’s the ball.

It’s a perfect pass that floats right into my hands.

This is how it’s supposed to work.

Cradling the football securely, I run into the end zone.

Touchdown!

I’m so fast that nobody was on my ass. I mean, a few guys on defense have now caught up to me, but they’re too late.

That pass, though—perfection.

That’s all I can think about right now, even as I celebrate with a few of my teammates on our offensive squad.

Mini-camp is underway, and today is practice scrimmage number four. Yesterday Becca was here, watching me make my moves. I was kicking ass then too. I have to give a lot of credit to this Graham Tettersaw guy. We work well together. I’m glad the Comets brought him in for a tryout to fill the vacant starting quarterback position.

He’s solid.

I like him.

I hope the team hires him.

We need a quality QB like Tettersaw.

I guess we’ll see where things land, as I have no say in the decision. That’s why I’m focused on simply being the best receiver I can be.

There’s another wide receiver on the team—Zane Tinsbury. He’s been giving me some stiff competition for that number one spot. I may have been the star yesterday and today, but he’s been shining like a motherfucker, having had some great receptions earlier this week.

Today, though, it’s all me.

After the scrimmage ends, and once we’re on our way to the locker room, Zane catches up to me to give me props for my performance on the field.

“Good scrimmage, man,” he says. “You looked fast and on the ball out there.”

“Thanks.” I take off my helmet and rake my fingers through my sweat-damp hair. “I can’t take all the credit, though. This quarterback prospect the Comets brought in, Graham, is really fucking good.”

“He is, man,” Zane agrees, nodding. “He is.”

“I sure hope the Comets sign him.”

We sit down on a bench and start taking off our gear when Zane replies, “Yeah, I do too. They may… or they may not.”

“Why do you say that?” I ask.

He shrugs. “It’s just that I’ve been hearing there are a lot of changes in store for the whole team, including a few key trades.”

“Whoa, that’s news to me.” I swallow hard.

This could