I’m lying here in nothing but my boxer briefs. I don’t even try to cover my morning wood. She traces over my naked chest and I can tell the second she sees my hard-on by the way she snaps her gaze anywhere but on my junk.

“See anything you want?” I goad her. She blushes and pulls the covers up over herself.

I don’t care. I’m not feeling very charitable toward her this morning. I couldn’t get her out of my head yesterday, but I didn’t invite her over because I knew it would end badly. Instead of the quick fuck I was aiming for, I had to take shit from my teammates and play nursemaid all night. I didn’t even get laid for my efforts.

“Bathroom?” she squeaks. My anger fades at her frightened voice. I know she’s never woken up half-naked in some guy’s bed before.

“Across the hall. You can’t miss it.” I keep my eyes focused on the ceiling. She gets up quietly and walks across the hall.

“Stop being such a dick,” I tell myself after she’s gone. I throw on a pair of shorts and head to the kitchen to grab Elizabeth a bottle of water.

“Your junk get frostbite popping the ice queen’s cherry?” Monte chides with a nasty sneer as soon as I turn the corner into the kitchen. The obnoxious fuck must’ve been waiting all night to use that line.

“What did you just say to me?” I spit back at him. I’m in no mood for this asshole’s shit this morning. He’s a prick in general, but worse with me since I destroy him on the field.

“We saw her do the walk of shame to the bathroom,” Drew, the team’s best running back, adds. “Not like you to let them stick around ’til morning.”

“Why don’t you two mind your own damn business?”

“I told you. No way did he tap that last night. Pay up,” Monte declares victoriously. Drew studies me.

My arms crossed, shoulders tight, scowl firmly in place, I might as well have sexually frustrated stamped on my forehead.

“Damn it.” Drew hands him a twenty. The pricks bet on if I fucked Elizabeth last night. Even if she hadn’t been wasted, it’s a pretty messed-up bet to make.

“Dude, I could’ve told you the frosty little princess was going to give you the cold shoulder.” He beams with satisfaction at his stupid pun. I want to punch his teeth in, but instead, I grab a water from the fridge and a protein bar from the cabinet, telling myself he isn’t worth it.

“Go fuck yourself, Monte.”

Don’t let them get to you.

“I’m just saying, there are easier ways to get your rocks off, man. That chick don’t want no dick. Believe me, I’ve tried.”