Chapter 50: Moving on - Cole POV

"Is there alcohol in those veins, Smith?" The conditioning coach hits me mildly on the shoulder Monday morning.

I smirk. "You should know I don't really drink. And no, I'm not missing out on anything."

I used to have more than two beers in high school, and one night I was so fucking drunk, I hit one of my teammates in the face because he made a comment about Monet's ass. I should've been used to it by then, I heard it every single day, and that's when I knew alcohol would be a problem for me. So now I stop at one. If Luke didn't pull me off that guy, I probably would have killed him.

"Well guess what, you're not the first person in here today." He chuckles before we enter the gym.

It's a known fact I'm always the first and the last to leave training early in the morning, and on Monday mornings the rest of the guys tend to be a little late.

I'm surprised to find Luke already doing clean ups. He always leaves after me, so I don't even check on him in the mornings anymore. He's looking good, too.

I start doing free weights, waiting for him to finish and come up to me.

"I couldn't sleep." He says in way of explanation, his eyes going to the entrance to check if someone might enter and overhear him.

"What's wrong?" I already know the answer, because we are somewhat in the same predicament.

"I'm in fucking love with the wrong girl!" He whispers, panicked. "And now I've tasted her pussy and I don't want to stay away from her!"

Should I tell him? That I almost fucked Monet, that not pushing inside her heat was the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my life? That she's all I think about?

I can already see his reaction, I know he would say I'm crazy. He's the one person who knows our life outside of college and how much Kamila means to me.

I know I'm going to destroy my family, like a freight train going over our house, but how do I stop this want I carry for her inside me?

"I'll have your back if you want to pursue it." One of us has to at least get et what they want. "So you either go to Coach and tell him how you feel, or you do it behind his back. Your pick."

"You know what he said first day of training!" Luke's eyes are wide. "He will kill me or worse, bench me, and all my plans go to shit. You know I have to go pro to take care of my family."

Again, we're almost in similar situations. Luke's father suffers from diabetes, and even though he tried eating healthy and exercising, a stumped toe never healed, turning into gangrene and an amputation of his left leg below his knee. Medication is expensive, as well as eating healthy, so Luke tries to help out his mother with his sublings. Getting into the NFL means everything to him, and if Amy was just some girl, he wouldn't have bothered with her.

So she's not just some girl.

''I have to stay away from her." His expression looks both grim and sure, like he already thought things over during the night, and came to the conclusion that that is the best way.

I have to agree with him. It is the the right choice, but also the hardest. One I have no intention of following. Now that I've had Monet underneath me, I will make it happen again. We probably have to talk about what happened. Yesterday, we drove in silence, only the radio playing. Samantha looked like death itself from drinking too much, and us four were all thinking about what happened in those tents. I would've loved to talk to Monet alone, but her car was at Amy's house, and she got off there.

Samatha said I should call her, but that's not gonna happen. She acted as a good bluffer, though.

The other players start filtering in, not looking like they really want to be there.

"We'll talk later." I tell Luke, and go over to the stretching station where the conditioning coach is waiting for me.

After I go back to my dorm and take a shower, I do what I do every morning. I access the live feed to Monet's room, reminding myself that I need to change the damn battery of that camera. Or replace it. I need to get back in that room.

She just got back from her morning run, and she's drying her face with a towel.

What would it feel like if we were together? Would she use my towel? Sleep without panties?

Now I'm just getting a hard-on, thinking of that night she slept here and I licked her pussy while she was unconscious. And here she's thinking Saturday night was her first time.

There's no way I'm following Luke's advice.

I will be fucking that tight pussy. And soon.