He trusts me 100 percent, and he was feeling insecure as fuck because of Kennedy trying to mess with his head. I hate games like that. Part of me was tempted to do it, so I could boost his ego back to where it belongs, but the other part of me knew it was dangerous.

Kingston Wells may as well be a God. He’s gorgeous. Completely and flawlessly gorgeous, and it’s hard enough to cool my libido when I’m close to him. Seeing his dick and knowing that it’s as perfect as the rest of him wouldn’t bode well for me.

But I still feel guilty about it, knowing he really did need me, and I told him to sleep it off.

Even if it was the most ridiculous of scenarios.

15. Kingston

FIFTEEN

KINGSTON

This Monday sucked. Practice was brutal, and Camden wasn’t himself at all. He played like shit, which isn’t like him. He was so out of it, Coach made him stay behind and clean up the practice field while everyone else showered and left.

But I stayed behind to help Camden, wondering what the hell is up. I can’t help but think maybe I crossed the line Friday night in our tent. I probably shouldn’t have asked him to look at my dick, but I was pretty drunk, and damn it, it’s messing with my head.

I don’t think I’m small. Maybe average. And yeah, I know it shouldn’t matter, but what guy doesn’t worry about that shit? Kennedy’s the only one who’s seen it. What if she wasn’t lying?

Shit, I have to try to shake this off.

“Thanks for staying. You didn’t have to.”

I shrug as we move to the locker-room to start tossing jerseys into the laundry bin. Our teammates couldn’t be bothered to actually drop them inside the bins. Instead, they left them fucking everywhere.

Assholes.

“It’s not a big deal. I know you need to go pick up Luce.”

He smiles, just as Coach pushes through his office door, eyeing us and then shaking his head. Probably because he intended for Camden to do it by himself and I’m here helping, but he doesn’t look surprised. “I’m heading out. You two hurry up and then leave through the gym exit.”

We both nod in agreement and wish him a good night before we finish the clean-up in the locker-room. “So, what was up with you today?”

Camden is the star of the team. He just is. Raw, pure talent. He doesn’t fuck up. He tosses the final jersey into the bin and then strips out of his own, tossing it in as well. But I notice the wince, my eyes dragging over his sculpted torso and stopping on a dark purple bruise on his side.