CHAPTER THREE: Cool offs and Accidental gossips.

Ashford

I wish they'd stop.

"Ashford!"

"Ashford, over here!

"Ashford Ryder!"

The name on everybody's lips.

I force a smile that barely reaches my eyes, but at least matches my rapid heartbeat, as I'm led out of the stadium.

Everywhere still feels a little hazy, and I'm not sure if it's the lights, or the headache from the match that just ended.

The hair sticking to my face feels gross, and while everyone around me is screaming for the win, I transport myself somewhere else.

Somewhere I can take a col luxurious bathe.

The thought is almost so good, that I forget where I actually am, until I feel a hand on my shoulders.

That can't happen if I'm in a bath tub right?

I blink rapidly as I'm forced back to reality.

"Ash, you need to head to the west wing. Some reporters have already paid for an exclusive, so remember don't talk to anyone here. They need the first words from you."

My manager, Pierce's word are sharp and brisk, and I nod stiffly.

Of course, the bath is far from a reality for now.

Still, before I leave, I can't stop my eyes from trailing over to the field again.

The other team, England's Egos—one of the top best teams in the country—if I remember correctly, had a rather downcast expression.

It's expected, considering they just lost to us, but my eyes catch the eyes of one player in particular.

I don't know how I even managed to meet his eyes, but he's looking at me different from the rest.

He's not looking at me like some sad player who just lost to an opposing team.

No, he's looking at me with—

"Gosh, you're always in your head, Ash. Earth to Ashford!" Cole, one of my closest friends on the team bumps my shoulders with his.

The smile I give him this time is a little more genuine.

"I'm just exhausted." My voice sounds scratchy. Hm.

"What? That was such a goal, Ash! I don't even know what to say. The other team are still talking about it. One minute you were dribbling the ball, the next minute you were right beside that defender. It was phenomenal."

But I only take one word from what Cole's just said.

That defender?

Yes, he's the one I took the ball from. Is that why he's looking at me that way?

I remember he's also the guy I bumped into outside, before I came in.

Then, he'd be staring at me like I was some creature who just landed on earth—it'd been a bit creepy.

"Are you even listening to me, Ash?" Cole gets in my face this time, and I bump into him and come to a stop.

My eyes finally meet that of the 5ft11 player's in front of me. Cole Brackman. Something else is shining in his eyes.

Want.

Need.

As if he can read my eyes, he tilts his head slowly to the side, and watches me with doe like eyes.

My favorite feature of his.

"Wanna go cool off?" His tone is smooth and sexy.

Just what I need.

I don't know why, but the heated look in the eyes of that defender is creating such an abnormal reaction in me.

I need to cool off, so I nod at the beautiful man in front of me. "Sure."

***

The 'cool off' Cole is talking about, isn't just the regular hang out between best bros enjoying a cool air.

No.

It's rougher, and dirtier than that.

Simply put, it's this.

I yank my shorts down, and watch as Cole's eyes grow comically wide while he takes me in.

But I'm not feeling too patient right now. I need this hard and fast.

I quickly shove my cock into his mouth, and my eyes nearly roll to the back of my head, as I let out a low whiny sound.

This is perfect.

I should be having that interview at the west wing, but I don't care.

All I care about right now, is the warm, wet and willing mouth in front of me, practically begging me to take me deeper.

Before I can help myself, I'm thrusting in and out of his mouth, overwhelming need raging inside my body.

Cole makes a sudden movement with his tongue, that's followed by a moan, and I nearly come right on the spot.

I'm already at the brink of the action, when I hear voices filtering this way.

I freeze, and Cole freezes too.

His eyes meet mine, and he seems to ask, "what the hell?"

But I don't know.

Thankfully, we're in a toilet stall, so no one can really invade our privacy.

I try to stay as still as I can, at least until whoever just came in leaves, but then I hear their voices louder.

"Did you see that, Chris? That was amazing. It was like watching you on the field all over again. You used to be that cool you know."

The person is speaking in an animated manner.

Whoever he's talking to just grunts a reply, like he's not interested, and somehow that low grunt nearly brings me to finish.

What the hell is wrong with me today?

"And the way you went at him? I really thought you were gonna stop that ball. Too bad the kid's faster."

Are they talking about me?

I internally will them to hurry up and leave so I can get back to my business with Cole.

"Wanna meet at the pub? The after game party would be such a drag anyway since we lost. And that Ashford kid would be all they'll be talking about."

I hear the sound of the tap opening. "Can't blame them though. He's good." The speaker adds.

Immediately I hear those words, I sense the change in the atmosphere. It's silent for a bit, before the words I don't expect to hear are uttered.

"I don't think he's that good. Looks more like a show baby to me."

Even Cole who's still down on his knees in front of me widens his eyes at this confession.

I wonder who it is.