Double The Ache(6)

By: Alexa Riley


I go through a few emails before my interest is piqued. I have messages from the dating site I signed up for the other day. I set up a profile before I left for New York. I might have had too many glasses of wine when I did it, but I just wanted to try dating.

My mind goes straight to thoughts of Wes and Dean, but I push them away. Even if they do play for my team, they have heartbreak written all over them. Plus, I could never pick between them.

I start clicking through the messages and delete all but one. It’s clear the others were looking for sex and I’m not into one-night stands. At least I don’t think I am. I’m not sure what I’m into, if I’m honest with myself. I do know I don’t want to die a virgin, but I think I need some kind of connection to get naked with another person.

A guy named Mason messaged me and I look up his profile. He’s cute. Some of his pictures seem a little showy—one shows him standing next to a sports cars, another at a fancy party. He looks like the kind of man my mother would try to set me up with. He’s clean cut with short brown hair and light blue eyes. He looks like a boy-next-door type of guy. It says he’s a doctor who loves baseball, never been married and doesn’t have any kids.

Out of everyone who has sent me a message he’s the only one I would consider a date with, so I message him back, letting him know I’d love to meet up for drinks some time.

When I hear giggling I set my laptop down and go over to the front door. I look out the peephole and see two girls standing outside Wes and Dean’s door. A moment later the door opens and Dean comes out, hugging both the girls before opening the door wider and letting them in. My heart drops when the door shuts behind them.

I close my eyes, hating the jealousy wrapping around me. As if I have a claim to them. How can I be upset? I was just setting up a date, so it’s not like I’m innocent.

I jump when suddenly someone comes and stands in front of my door. I can make out Nelson’s face as he knocks, and I open the door.

He’s changed out of the suit he had on. The team is required to wear suits coming and going from games. Now he’s in dark blue jeans and a tight white polo.

“Hey, gorgeous. Some of us are going out tonight. Want to come? You can hang out and meet some of the team?” He leans up against the doorframe looking casual and relaxed.

I glance over to Wes and Dean’s door and debate for a moment.

“Yeah, I think I do. Give me ten minutes to get ready.” I open the door a little more, inviting him in. He steps inside and shuts it behind him.

“I’ll wait. The place isn’t far from here.”

I go to my bedroom and rush to find something to wear. I go with a dress and a pair of chunky heels, then I fluff my hair a little and put on some mascara and lipstick. When I get back to the living room Nelson is standing where I left him. He turns when he hears my heels clicking on the wooden floor.

He lets out a whistle, and I laugh. It’s playful and I don’t feel like he’s hitting on me. He offers me his arm in a friendly gesture, so I take it and grab my purse with my other hand.

“I’ve never been to a club before,” I admit.

“Then you’re in for the time of your life.”

Good. I need to get my mind off the men who are living next door to me and the women they have in their home. It’s not going to do me any good to dwell on what they’re doing inside.





Chapter Three





Wes





I hate the off season. There’s too much downtime. I’m a beast and I need to be trained. I’ve spent my whole life working hard so that I can be the best when the time comes for me to step on the field. The off season makes players lazy.

Thank god I’ve got Dean to push me, because I do the same back to him. I’m normally pretty quiet and just grunt when I need to, but I’m extra moody when I’m not burning off all the pent-up energy.

My thoughts drift back to the patch of bare skin on her shoulder that I stared at for six long hours. I turn the shower to cold and hope that the chill takes away my need for that little blonde piece of ass.

Amelia.

Fuck, that name makes a knot in my stomach and I don’t know how I’m going to control it. I grab the shampoo and try to wash away the thoughts from the flight. I could feel the energy pouring off of Dean in waves and it made me jittery. His need triggered my own and there we sat inches away from what we wanted.