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never really
looked her way before, not like that anyway. Since he had returned
to playing rugby the previous year, when he went out there were
always girls surrounding him and wanting his attention. Mostly
skinny girls who weren’t keen on mussing their hair or spoiling
their make-up, and with his extra bulk he was afraid he’d hurt them
when the sex got boisterous. Sian had really let loose, not holding
back for a second, and it was great to have some curves to hold on
to. She really got into sucking him, her hands massaging his balls
and even further back. She tasted so good and he hadn’t had a
chance to return the favour and eat her up. He licked his lips at
the thought.
    And he really must stop thinking about her,
do that compartmentalisation thing men were supposedly good at. He
smirked to himself as he looked down at his erect, eager cock.
‘Down, boy.’
    He did really want to see her again soon, see
if the sexual chemistry was as hot with a repeat performance. But
he didn’t have her phone number. Who was she friends with? He
frowned as he continued washing, trying to ignore his inconvenient
hard-on so it would subside without assistance.

     
    He came out of the shower rubbing his calmed
body dry and headed back towards his belongings. The room had
emptied apart from a couple of stragglers, including the head
coach, Chris, who was waiting by his bag.
    Rob nodded at him and started pulling his
shorts on, aware of the shrewd blue eyes watching as the room
emptied.
    Chris cleared his throat, ‘You know the group
of regular supporters that usually stand on the terraces? The one
with several women in, the women who are keen on the game and not
just here to watch the players?’
    ‘Kind of.’
    ‘Well, you know one of the former players
messed around one of the women a while back. Behaved like a
complete fuckwit.’
    ‘Really?’
    ‘Yeah, it made things awkward, Clare kept it
quiet but one of the sponsors heard Luke boasting about it in
particularly coarse terms. She's a loyal supporter so he wasn’t
happy.’
    ‘That’s understandable.’
    ‘Luke moved on shortly after. This wasn’t the
right place for him.’
    The way the coach’s mouth twitched at that,
Rob knew he’d had a hand in ensuring the player was disposed of.
Under the rumpled, slightly bedraggled exterior that the coach
portrayed was a mind adept at finding a player’s strengths and
weaknesses and exposing them ruthlessly, for the good or bad. Rob
knew talent-limited Luke had rapidly dropped down the leagues
without the guidance of Chris.
    ‘Don’t treat Sian badly. Don’t talk about
her, don’t denigrate her to the squad. She doesn’t sleep around, so
don’t assume she’s easy. Or else… You’ve only been here a short
time, haven’t you?’
    ‘Message received and understood. Now could I
have her number please?’
    Chris laughed, ‘You’ve got some nerve.’
    ‘I forgot to ask her for it.’
    ‘You were busy?’
    Rob gave Chris a measured look, ‘You testing
me? I don’t shag and tell.’ He mimed zipping his lips shut.
    Chris grinned ruefully, ‘Just joking. I’ll
check with Clare that Sian would want you to have it and text
later.’ He patted Rob on the shoulder and left.
    Rob sighed, how on earth had Chris found out
about it? Instead of no-strings-attached sex it turned out that
he’d have to run the gauntlet for a repeat performance. Though if
it was anything like the previous night, it would be worth it.
     
     
    ‘He did what?’
    ‘Made sure Rob wouldn’t run his mouth off. He
did ask for your number though, I told Chris to give it to
him.’
    Sian laughed harshly, ‘Thanks but he’s never
going to call, not if Chris has scared him off. Shit!’ she cursed.
‘It was a great night but he probably thinks I’m easy.’
    ‘That’s been covered too.’ Clare gave her a
sympathetic smile, ‘Chris did it off his own bat; he still feels
guilty about the Luke thing. He’s just clueless sometimes, like
many