Stone Creek by Davis, Lainey (reading diary .TXT) 📕

of the graduate student trainers filed a complaint against Olive’s former boss. He’d been messing with all kinds of shit in the training room, taking people off their cases and wrecking their graduate research. By the time the athletic director fired him, he got dozens of phone calls about inappropriate shit that douche did to women, dating back years.

As soon as they hired a new head trainer, I made sure Olive was back in there where she belongs. She threw me through a loop, though, when she told me she wanted to stick with the swim team. She says she’s got a lot to learn about shoulders to be ready to dive into her grad program in the fall.

Surprisingly, I don’t even miss the extra time with her, because I get to spend all night with her now. I can’t believe there was a time when I didn’t spend every night with my face between her legs, making her scream my name in bed way louder than she ever screamed from the bleachers at a football game.

Olive stirs and opens her eyes. Then she feels my rock-hard third leg between us and she drops a hand to it. I wince at the contact. “Oh,” she says. “Someone is excited about draft day.”

“I feel like I might puke,” I tell her. Most of the guys expected to go in the first round are camped out at home with their families and their agents. Everyone I care about in the world is right here at Stone Creek University, so I see no reason to go anywhere. Which means the TV crew is showing up at my suite in a few hours.

“Want to see if I can help you relax?” Olive’s gotten real frisky, and I’m going to be really honest and say I fucking love that. We have years to make up for, and we’re making a good effort to get caught up. “Why don’t you lie back and let me help you,” she tells me, pushing me onto my back.

I lace my fingers together behind my head while she climbs up on top of me. Olive fell asleep wearing one of my jerseys, and I love that she’s got nothing else on. Just my name on her back and nothing else. She climbs on my lap and I feel her wriggle those hips around as she kisses her way down my chest. “Oh, shit,” I say when her mouth drops to my cock. I thought she was going to ride me this morning, but I’ll take this. I’ll take whatever she wants to give me.

Olive’s tongue circles the throbbing tip of my cock, her little hand around the base squeezing me rhythmically until I feel like I’m going to blow all over her face. “Olive,” I whisper. “Baby. Shit, that feels good.”

Olive looks up at me with those chocolate eyes as she opens her mouth. Her plump lips sink down my shaft and it feels so good, so wet. I think my eyes roll up into my head. “Mmmm,” she moans, slipping off my dick. “You’re so hard. You should get that checked out.”

“Very funny,” I choke, as she dives back down onto my dick. I feel my tip hit the back of her throat and keep on sliding as she starts moving her head up and down. “Olive,” I whisper. I need her to stop or I’m going to blow a gasket, but she raises her eyebrows at me and redoubles her effort.

A few more pumps of her fist and I’m a goner. My hips thrust up off the bed as I spurt into her mouth, groaning and clutching at my pillow. “Damn, Livvy.”

Olive pops off, grinning, and wipes her mouth with the back of her forearm. “Feel better?” She asks. When I nod, she slaps my stomach. “Good,” she says. “Now get up and get dressed. The crew will be here soon and we need you looking relaxed.

Olive sits on the arm of my couch chewing on her lip. Kev and Tim are here eating snacks that Tim’s mom had sent over. He’s still not eating carbs, which is why Kev’s mom sent along bread sticks…so we’d have options. Kev isn’t interested in going pro. He and Tim have big plans to take over the business world after graduation. They both have jobs lined up at some sort of foundation for gay teens.

Olive’s grad program sent a box of Ann Arbor gear with a note in it. My agent got a call from Detroit last week, and I know people have been talking. Olive’s mentor and Tim’s dad apparently know the coach from Detroit and told him how I kept my cool at the banquet.  My agent got a text that said something about how he needs another hothead tackle like he needs a hole in the head. I was confused about all of it until Olive assured me they are all excited about me. My dad was fucking wrong about everything. People want me on their team and I can be an asset on and off the field.

I try not to focus too much on Detroit, though. Anything could happen, and I know Olive and I will be together no matter what. Her grad program isn’t forever. We have all the time in the world to be together, and when I go pro, I’ll be able to fly her to wherever I am whenever I want. First class, like she fucking deserves.

I start to sweat as the film crew turns on the lights while the draft begins. Detroit gets to pick first since they had such a bad season last year. But defensive players hardly ever go first. Can’t set my hopes on this too much.

I feel Olive rubbing my shoulder, but the sound of my heart drums out everything else in the room. I try to focus on the TV, but