Off the Field: Bad Boy Sports Romance by Heidi Hunter, Bad Boy Team Page B

that had a buildup, which usually involved some sort of storyline.
    My hand gripped my semi-hard cock and tugged as the woman kissed the man in the video. He took off her top slowly, making love to her breasts with his mouth. A close-up showed every detail of her nipple and areola. As I watched and stroked, my dick got harder. In my other hand, I held a few tissues to catch the fruits of my labor. The blonde in the clip took out the man’s cock and sucked on it.
    I moaned, really getting into what was playing out in front of me. Well, until I heard a knock at my front door. What the fuck? I thought as I stood up. I’m not expecting anyone. I stuffed my erection away as best I could manage and pulled up my pants. The person knocked again, this time more loudly. Is it the fucking cops? I haven’t done anything. I need to wash my hands.
    Another knock sounded. I wiped my hands on my jeans and walked over to the door. Fuck! The video! I rushed back to my work desk and closed the browser completely. After pulling down the screen, I walked back across the living room. As I grabbed the door handle, I took a deep breath, trying to calm down.
    “Hey, Cory!” Heidi said as soon as I opened the door.
    “Hey, you. What’s up?” I noticed the suitcase in her left hand.
    “Long story. I need a place to crash. Can I come in?”
    “Sure.”
    I stepped aside, and she walked into my living room. After she set the suitcase down, she walked over and sat on my couch.
    “You want a drink or something?” I asked as I walked over.
    “No, I’m fine. Just a place to stay.”
    “What’s wrong?”
    “I need a place to crash for a while.”
    “What? Here? No.” I sat down on the couch next to her. “What happened?”
    “Mack cheated on me and he’s into some bad stuff.”
    “Like what.”
    “Oh, drugs and some other shit probably. I should’ve left him a lot earlier.”
    “You think?”
    “I don’t need sarcasm now, okay?”
    “Did he hurt you or something?”
    “No, but I thought he might which is why I left.”
    Her eyes told me she was telling the truth. We were so close with each other, we could tell when the other was lying. She stood up and picked up an empty can from the coffee table.
    “What are you doing?” I asked, horrified at the thought of her going through my house.
    “I’m cleaning. You’re such a slob. If you let me stay here, I can help you out.”
    I sighed. “I’m going to go for a run, okay? Let me think about it some. I’ll have an answer for you when I get back. That work for you?”
    She nodded. “Thanks. I hate to ask, but I can’t go back to Mom and Dad. You know how they get.”
    “I know.”
    After I stood up, I went to my bedroom to change into sweatpants and running shoes. I left through the back door so I didn’t have to see her again. She meant everything to me, but having her around the apartment would be hell. Deep down, I had a crush for her. Well, that’s what I called it. In fact, it was closer to what most people would describe as love.
    I ran through the backyard and into the alley to head to the Quad on campus. It was one of my favorite places to run, especially if I wanted to think. All the trees and other greenery matched the buildings well. With each step, I ran through the pros and cons of having Heidi living with me. Many variables were involved – like how long she would be staying, whether she would follow my rules, and more. I wasn’t a controlling man, but I needed to ensure she wouldn’t dance around the house in her panties and bra or bring random guys over.
    The Quad was fairly empty as I ran along the blacktop path. If she stuck around too long, I wouldn’t be able to masturbate as openly or as often – not to mention if I did go to a bar and bring a woman home. And yet, even with so many negatives associated with her staying at my place for a while, part of me was absolutely thrilled at the idea.
    After two laps, I headed back to my apartment. Once inside,