The Locker Room Meghan Quinn Novels & Stories

I shift uncomfortably, gritting my teeth. Meghan watches the entire scene, eyes raised, albeit with a smug look, like she's having the time of her life. I give an awkward nod when Liam turns to me, seeking permission. Soren darts toward the door and steps out. As soon as the door closes, Meghan turns to me. “Stop,” she blurts out, picking the toiletries Tyler brought out of the bag. I roll my eyes. “What?” She leans in. “You know you can't win against your son. He seems to genuinely like him,”

she added as she kissed his cheeks enthusiastically leaving purple toned lipstick behind and deliberately not telling him about it. Emily took Meg inside, showing her to the powder room, and watched as Owen wrestled Megan’s luggage down the hall to the bedroom the band had decided would be a spare. “How long is she staying again?” Owen whispered as he went past. “Are you sure she is not moving in?” “I heard that,” Megan swatted his behind as she stepped out of the bathroom, and Owen flashed her a grin. “Alright, grand tour, sis,” she linked arms with Emily. James was in the lounge area trying to look casual and stood when they entered. “Hey, Meg,” he flashed her a grin that was pathetic in i

Bonus Chapter 22 – Locker Room Quickie (Early Marriage, Rookie NFL Season) Eli POV The locker room had emptied out fast. Twenty minutes earlier it had been a riot of slamming metal doors, shouted trash talk, water running in the showers, and the sharp scent of menthol muscle rub hanging thick in the air.

Hell, we’re all over excited like pups going out for a walk. Coach comes to the center of our locker room, I have to give it to the home team they do have a nice space. The lockers aren’t your average metal ones, they’re all pine wood, the floors are non-slip tiles, and the showers are spacious. We sure have good space back home, but this looks like it’s just had some kind of face lift. “You’ve got this guys. Our stats are good, in fact they’re impressive.” Wow, he never says shit like that so we must be doing good. I know we are but it’s always extra special when your coach gives your team a shout out like this.

She didn't seem that upset or surprised by the news and said to me that she still felt like she had family with her. “Quinn, will you be ok during the midnight run? I don't want it to bring up bad memories or make you feel uncomfortable.” Megan asked from in between me and Summer as the three of us got manicures. “I'll be fine, and I'll have Nate, Summer, Noah, Asher, Cara, Sarah and Tyson with me as none of us are a part of this pack, but I wouldn't miss watching it for anything,” I told her with a big smile, and I knew that Nate, Summer and Asher would be keeping a close eye on me to make sure it didn't stir anything.

"But I'm telling you the truth. I need you to believe me. For Luna's sake, for my children’s sake." With a resigned sigh, Jack exchanged a wary glance with Nick before nodding. "Fine. But we need to watch you closely until we can be sure." As they turned to leave, I felt the weight of the past years crashing down on me. I sat heavily on the bed, head in my hands, attempting to calm the storm raging inside me. Being locked away had dredged up horrible memories of the prison I was held in—every shadow in that cold, dark place seemed alive with the ghosts of torture and pain.

By the time she would get to the restroom, she was already so pressed, in her haste, she opened the first door. The moment she stepped in, she froze. It was the men’s locker room. Several football players looked up at the sudden intrusion. Some were already dressed in full uniform, some were fully in their birthday suit, while others were only halfway through changing. Conversations died almost instantly. "Wrong room," someone said with an amused chuckle. Quin's eyes widened. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry." Her cheeks burned, but she looked around, seeing some cocks and bare chests, and when she saw that some were looking at her as if asking her why she was still there, she quickly came to her se

Like the smell of ammonia in a school laboratory. Now, I am beside my father. The wolf king, the leader of a very strong army and is respected by all its members. He stood very proudly. It felt a little contrary to me who looked weak for sure. I looked down for a moment, paying my respects to him. Then the two guards again pressed me to stay under you kneeling in front of him. I just obeyed. Perhaps, this is a series of rituals they are doing now. “You, Meghan, the successor to the Moon Goddess lineage. Protecting all the energy possessed by him. You are a warlord, leader of the greatest and invincible army. Tonight, I make you a Queen of the Lithi group."

The locker room was now at a boiling point. The air was thick and heavy. You could almost taste the sweat and the excitement. Quill was lying on the bench, her chest moving up and down in fast, shallow gasps. She looked completely used. Her hair was a mess. Her skin was red from the friction of the athletes' bodies. But her eyes were still wide, looking for the next man to take her.

I was taking out my accounts textbook from my locker when Meghan called out to me from down the hall. I smiled and waved at her as I closed my locker and locked it. Meghan rushed up to me and was panting. I rolled my eyes at her laziness. I've told her so many times to hit the gym once in a while but she never listened to me. Only a short distance from the end of the hall to my locker and she was already out of breath. She was on the big side but she argues she's only plump and not fat. I completely disagree but it's her body and not mine. Needless to say but she's still my best friend here in my university.