My Ex’s Roommates: Chapter 10

The team was falling apart. The sun was high in the sky and it was fucking hot out but Coach Hogan was nowhere near finished with us. Every play was shit. I was throwing some of the ugliest throws ever. Carter hadn’t caught a single ball. Silas hadn’t even made it onto the field more than once and that hadn’t been pretty, either. Everyone was pissed off about what happened with Jake and the worse we looked, the more pissed we got. He’d left us in a bad way. I was captain of a losing team and the season hadn’t even started.

“On the line! Run the fucking play again! Do it right this goddamn time or you’ll be here until the fucking sun goes down!” Hogan was fed up with us.

I was fed up with us. I had to figure it out. I couldn’t let Jake kill our chances at a good season. I couldn’t let him win. The team needed something, anything, to come together and I needed to make it happen or-

Ben Crawford, the center, snapped the football to me but it was off center and I lunged to grab it so our side didn’t lose possession and as soon as I did, I felt a sharp pain in my inner thigh and went down. I didn’t see who it was but someone stomped on my left forearm as they dove for the ball and all I could do was lay there, hoping the pain would be gone when I tried to stand up.

Fear wasn’t something I liked to feel but it was coursing through me. I could see my entire season go up in flames and any hopes I’d ever had of playing professionally vanish. One bad snap and I was done. Jake won. I lost. The team, the university, we all lost.

“Fuck, man! I’m sorry. I let the ball go before time and I felt it going left!” Ben leaned over me, his helmet blocking out the sun for a moment. “You okay?”

I took his hand and grimaced when he pulled me up. The pain in my groin wasn’t the worst I’d ever felt but when I straightened my leg to walk it seized up and I went back down hard. Grinding my teeth together, I gripped my inner thigh and swore.

“What is it?” Hogan slid to a stop next to me and grabbed my shoulder. “What hurts?”

“My fucking thigh. Cramp. Shit, it’s cramping.” I ground the words out through a clenched jaw.

“Move!” Harper appeared through the crowd of guys over me with a scowl on her face and a medical bag in her hands. “Doctor Jenny left thirty minutes ago so you picked a hell of a time to get injured, Dylan.”

“He’s cramping.” Hogan nodded to where I was still clutching my inner thigh. “Got anything in that bag for cramps?”

Carter’s face appeared over me. “Give him some Midol and a hot water bottle.”

“Fuck. You.” I grunted and jerked when I felt Harper kneel between my legs.

She looked up at me and for a second, I forgot where the hell I was. There was something about the green that came out of her hazel eyes when she was in the sun that made me freeze and forget that I was in pain. At least until she pushed my hand away from my thigh and put her elbow into my cramping muscle.

“This won’t feel great at first.” She dug her elbow into my inner thigh, her forearm basically resting on my cock the whole time.

I let out a pained growl and slammed my hands to the ground to keep from grabbing at her. The pain was excruciating, so awful that it made my eyes water. I could hear the guys around us groaning as they watched. Even Hogan looked a little pale.

“Breathe, Dylan. I can feel the muscle loosening. Just a few seconds more and- There!” Harper lightened her pressure on my thigh and looked up at me with a wide smile on her face. “It’s been a while since I’d worked a cramp out for someone. You okay?”

Not at all. Not even one little bit. Most of the pain was gone but I was in another predicament. The only thing separating Harper’s arm from my cock was a hard plastic cup and I was concerned that cup was about to take flight. It didn’t help that she’d lost her jacket and had on a skin tight tank top. “Uh, yeah. I think so.”

Harper, so happy to help, shifted her body even closer to mine so she could use both of her hands to massage me. She worked surprisingly strong hands up and down my inner thigh, humming under her breath as she did. “I watched you go down. You were hurting before the cramp, right? The way you twisted so fast to get that shitty snap probably strained your groin.”

Hogan snarled at Ben. “Another snap like that and you’ll be riding the bench this season. Got me?”

“Aww, don’t go so hard on him, Coach. Dylan’s getting what looks to be a very nice massage out of the deal.” Carter leaned down and patted my helmet. “Lucky bastard.”

Harper froze for a moment at the sound of the guys chuckling around her but I watched as she stiffened her shoulders and cut her eyes at Carter. “If you keep skipping down the field, you’ll never get one of these massages because you’ll never work hard enough to get an injury. Although, I’m sure the coach is worried that your hands might already be injured, with the way they can’t seem to close around a football to save your life.”

Hogan let out a bark of laughter and then pulled Harper to her feet. “Alright, Monroe. The man’s just taking advantage of you now. He’s fine.”

I felt my face turn pink from the truth in his statement. I did feel fine but I hadn’t had any plans on stopping her. It felt too good. To distract from my shame I looked up at Carter and laughed when I saw the shocked look on his face. “She has a point, man.”

His face shifted into a hungry smirk as he watched Harper. “You’d be surprised at what these hands-”

Hogan slapped the back of his head. “Alright! No one on this field has a single fucking reason to be smiling! Get up, Cooper. Follow Monroe to get some ice on that groin. The rest of you, I expect more!”

Silas showed up finally and grabbed my hand to pull me up. He watched my face as he did and I knew he was watching to see if I showed any pain. Once I was standing and walking off the field with him, he shook his head. “You okay?”

My thigh was tender when I straightened my leg but it wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be. “I think so.”

“Tempted to say it’s still hurting to get our intern field medic’s hands back on you?” He looked ahead of us at where Harper was bent over her medicine bag. “Wouldn’t blame you if you did.”

I shoved him away. “Go do something productive.”

Harper turned at the sound of his laughter but she quickly looked away when she saw him watching her. She shook the bag in her hands and pointed me towards the bench. “Here’s an ice pack.”

“Thank you, Harper. I’m sorry about-”

“To be clear, it was stupid of you to go for that snap the way you did. Bodies don’t bend that way. If your center can’t get his snap game together, dive with your whole body next time. You’re lucky you didn’t just end your entire season.” She put the ice on my thigh and then turned and strutted away, ponytail swaying behind her.

I realized I was staring at her ass and looked away. Taking a deep breath, I blew it out slowly and tried to focus on the field. Looking anywhere else was trouble.