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REDZONE
ASTEAMYINSTALOVEFOOTBALLROMANCE
METROGENHEAT
CARINA ALYCE
AboutMetroGenHeat
Chapter1
Chapter2
Chapter3
Chapter4
Chapter5
Chapter6
Chapter7
Chapter8
Chapter9
Chapter10
Chapter11
Chapter12
Chapter13
Chapter14
Chapter15
Epilogue
AlsobyCarinaAlyce
Afterword
AboutCarinaAlyce
NeedmoreMetroGenSTAT
CONTENTS
To Joseph Vincent for getting off the couch and onto the field when we needed him
ABOUT METROGEN HEAT
There’splentyofsexinessinCarinaAlyce’sMetroGenbooks,butNOTHINGishotterthantheMetroGenHeatseries.You’ll findthenaughtiestscenes,morekinks,andhotsexyguystoteachoutladieseverythingtheyneedtoknowinthebedroom I’ll even sometimes remember to include plot.
Redzone kicks things off literally when big bad defensive end finds himself craving another taste of his surgeon’s lady assistant.
One would think he couldn’t be hot in this state of undress, but those people had never had an unholy combination of heatingpads,TENSunits,kinesiologytape,andacupunctureneedlesstuckinthematthesametime.
“Glazier doesn’trequireyougetall your alternativetherapies atthesametime,”shecommented,markinghisusual body diagramonherclipboard
“Yes,IeatsomuchfuckingsalmonI’malmostabear.Sorryaboutthat,Roy.”Thishumiliationwasunending.Anotoriously hard swearingfootball player to the point CoachStefengold had officiallycancelled all media inquiries to Bowen. Yet he apologizedfortheword‘fuck’?
“Be thankful youdidn’tendupwitha repair anda burnrehablike Idoplastics Theyreplace your skinwithcodfishon those.Patientexperiencesdelusionsof…whatgenusdowecallfishes?”
“Gadus iscod Salmonare salmonidae,”sheansweredwithoutconsultingherphone “Canalways countonyou, Roy. Have youlooked over the surgical schedule for tomorrow? Make sure the radiographs, MRIs,andoldfluoroscopystudiesareattheir assignedroombeforehand TechLincolnhadbetter beonmyteam I’ll takeit
“She wants to be here?” Bowen’s gaze wentrightbackto her. She was charmingMr. Third-String, so new thatBowen hadn’tbotheredtolearnhisname. Theburningwasback. Jealousy.
“Youhavenothingtoworryabout Trustme”Bowenshiftedintotheheatingpad “Fat chance of that. Still, you’ve got a toughgame tomorrow against the Seahawks. You’d better be thinkingwithyour brainsinsteadofyourballs”
Itwas a win-winsituationfor everyone involved. She gotthe perks ofa visitor badge to enter the closed trainingcamp duringtheday,Bowengotthebenefitslaterthatnight
Or at least that was what he’d been thinking about while waiting in the dark supply closet near the entrance to the fieldhouse.He’dsmuggledtheleggyblondehe’dmetatthebaraTier1entrancepass.She’dbeenDMinghimallday. Nothinggothimgoingafteradayinthesunlikethepromiseofashortpinksundressandtallheels
It wasn’t his problemthat women flocked to him one of football’s baddest boys. Nine years into his career, seventy tattoos,andzeropersonalmediainterviewssincethedraft.Nooneintheleaguehitharderorsworelouderorgavethemost sullengrowlspostlossthanhedid
His orange polo and jeans were nowhere near as wrinkled as hers. The perks ofbeingthe kisser and notthe kissee, he supposed “Idon’tneedone Whatareyoudoinginhere?”
The rain hadn’t slacked for the past ninety minutes. The wrath of the heavens had opened up midway through the first quarter,justintimetolettheBrownsgoup7-3overtheSeahawks
Passingintothetorrentwasnighimpossiblenow Thequarterbackcouldonlycatchbriefglimpsesofhisreceivers,andthe ball was highlylikelyto be blownoffcourse. The Seahawks had attempted a field goal, whichhad comicallybeencarried horizontallyintothesidelines
Somehow,nearthedefense’sthirty-yardline,thetightendgothishandsontheball,limpinghardonhisrightleg.Twoof the other Seahawks’ offensive lineman took up flanking positions as blockers. The usual safeties tasked with guarding downfieldfromthepassfoundthemselvesvastlyoutweighedbythehuge,sloweroffensivelinemen Theirlackofspeedwas lessofadisadvantagebecausethesafetiesbouncedofftheblockers,unabletoslowthehobbledtightend nowwithaclear pathtotheend-zone
A blur emerged from the darkness, barreling toward the tight end. It was Bowen, his jersey so dirty he was only recognizable byhis armtattoos Faster and onlyslightlysmaller thanthe lineman, he used his momentumto shrugoff their blockandtacklethetightendatthefiveyardline.
TheSeahawkscoachimmediatelycalledatimeout.Thetightendstoodupunsteadily,andtohergreatconcern,Bowenwas slowtorise Shedesperatelywantedtocheckhimover,butwasmorethanawarenothingshortofanamputationwouldkeep Bowenoutofthegame.Thetwoteamsbothmetfortheirhuddleastheplayclocktickeddown.Withthegameclockreading threeseconds,theSeahawkshadenoughtimeforasingleplay Theywereinsidetheredzoneandhadtoscoreatouchdown A fieldgoal,nowmorepracticalthisclose,wouldn’twin.
Itshouldn’thavebeenpossible.Thattypeoftrickplaywasrarerthanakickerrecoveringhisownkick.Technically,itwas possibletojumpovertheoffensiveline exceptyouhadtostartonefullyardaway,clearthelinewithouttouchingthem Ona good day, it required perfect timing, unnatural reflexes, and a standing vertical-horizontal jump that would have made an Olympianjealous.
Like a well-oiled machine, theysprinted across the field to their respective players. Everyone onthe Cleveland medic teamknewtheroutine Glazierhaddrilledthemenoughonit
The first three were easilycovered since, as she snapped off the visor fromhis helmet, Bowen’s lips were pinkfrom unlaboredbreathing.Sheshoneapenlightinhiseyes,visibledespitetheturfsprinkledonhisface.“Pupilequalandreactive.”
Thewhitesofhiseyesdartedaround “Roy Arm Neck”
Hisrightarmwasraisedoverhishead,mostofithiddenunderhisshoulderpad.Thereplayaboveherheaddidn’tshowa landing on his neck either Still, hits like that could result in neck fractures and spinal cord injuries, which could become permanent.
“Don’tmove anything We’re puttingyouina collar” She used her hands to hold his neckinplace Itwould take three moreassistantstoremovehishelmetandsecurethecervicalcollar.“Cutoffhispads.”
There was onlyone veryspecific orthopedic injurymatchingthis description Itcouldn’tbe fixed until theycleared his neckandconfirmedhedidn’thaveanyfractures.
Three ambulances were rolling onto the field as a muted celebration occurred on the Browns sidelines She moved to Glazier,whohadalonglegsplintontheextremelypalequarterback.“Whathappened?”
“Tib fib fracture from this damn mud Likely ORIF for Winslow” Glazier referred to the surgical procedure of open reductionandinternalfixation puttingarodintomaketheshatteredbonelinebackup.
Itwas the bread and butter oforthopedic surgeryand devastatingfor the persononthe receivingend. The quarterback’s seasonwasover,noquestionaboutit
She scanned the bleachers behind the Browns end-zone and grinned. “I’mprettysure he and his wife are here. They’re massiveBrownsfans,andsheworksforClevelandFire,right?”
Glazier picked up his radio to issue commands. “I need a loudspeaker announcement to have Dr. Ryanand Kyra Yates reporttotheBrownssideline.PatchmethroughtoMetroGen.We’regoingtoneedERroomsforthreepatientsandanORopen forme IexpectroomsassignedtoGlazier,Navarro,Yates,andReynosa-Romualdo”
ShegotbacktoBowiewiththerestofthemedicalteam,readyingthebackboard.“GlazierwantsustogototheMetroGen ER We’llsecurehisarminthisposition IthoughtIaskedforanexposureblanket”
“We’remakingaruntoMetroGen?”theonewhosenametagread‘Obi’asked “Exactly. Glazier’s gettinganER doctor to go withus. Youguys got narcotics inthere?” She picked up the emergency tacklebox,followingthegurneytotheambulance.
“Don’tworry.Dirtymouth,coveredindirt.Itfits.”Theyweremovingoutoftheambulance,andhecouldhearhertalking to someone during their walk. “Yes, list Dr. Yates for conscious sedation and Dr. Reynosa-Romualdo for the shoulder dislocationreduction Dr Glazierwillwantnomedia,nointerviews HeandtheBrownsandSeahawkswilladdressthepress later.”
“Thepresscanshoveit,”Bowenagreed “OneofthoseESPNtalkingheadassholestoldmeIhadabadattitudeandwasn’t a team player, so I didn’t deserve to be captain. Fuck him. I have ‘team’ tattooed on my ass. I just don’t want to giveinterviews.”
“‘He’is named Bowen, Ieatthe offense for breakfast, the weenies inadminfor lunch, and IwantRoyback, now.” He didn’tappreciateherbeingmissingorthearmheldbracedoverhishead
Thedooropenedup,andhesawRoyreenter.“Hey,Roy.”
Shewasinnewgreenscrubs,andherhairwastiedbackinaneat,stillwetponytail. “Whydoes he keep callingyouRoy?” Yates said, addingmore meds to Bowen’s IV “He’s gonna take a lot of versed beforetheketamine.Notverychill.”
She did press a hand againsthis chest to stop him “Dr Yates is standingrighthere And there is a Cleveland Browns policyaboutthis.Wearenotsupposedtokisstheplayers,especiallyatwork.”
“Oh”Theydidhaveanaudience,andeverythinghewantedtodotoher was for himalone “Icanwaittill we’renotat work.”
Whichshe did notwantto touch. Evenifhe spentthe whole drive low-keytryingto convince her otherwise. Really, he curled up against her shoulder, a giant tattooed snoringteddybear Anytime she tried to slide away, he freakingsnuggled closer.
“Both. Spark. Snark. Bark.” He pointed at one of the teammurals in the empty cafeteria as they approached the team playersarea.“Hey,that’sme.I’mhuge.Thirtyfeettall.Mydick’sgottabehuge.”
“I’msure it is.” She tookhis left armagain, tugginghiminthe other direction. Eventhoughshe’d beenobsessed with CliffordtheBigRedDogasakid,hermom,buckingFilipinotraditionandloveofdogs,gotheracatinstead Shemighthavebeenright,becausethisisexactlywhatClifford’sownerEmilyElizabethwentthrough. Exceptherdogwasveryrambunctious,rambling,andrandy Shoot,whileshetriedtofindanotherRdescription,hecareenedoffintheoppositedirection.
She dugher heels inagain, tryingto stop him. Ifthe entire Seahawks’offensive line couldn’tstop him, her bodyweight wasn’tgoingtodomuch.
“Me too He was great in Saving Private Ryan ” TomHanks was a little less ‘actionmovie’actor thanshe preferred, thoughshecouldunderstandtheappeal.
“No Ilovehim He’sAmerica’sdad”
“Iguess.”Nothowshe’dhavecharacterizedhim.
Bowen had an explanation. “I’ve got a room for him at the apartment. Cut-out from Splash, original movie poster of Bosom Buddies He’stheonlyoneleft Bill Cosbyforfeited Arnoldcheatedonhiswife BruceWillisgotsick Tomwasit Mydadwasneveraround.”
“I’msorry”ThisexplainedpartofwhyBowenkeptthemediaoutofhislife “Yeah. He onlyhits me up for moneynow whenhe feels like it. Doesn’tevenaskaboutMom. Notthatshe remembers anyone”
“Don’tbesorrythough I’vebeenonmyownsincemytwoyearsofcollege IgotherputupinanicehomeinGeauga She hasthebestmedicalcare.Ivisitherintheoffseason.Can’tgiveherbackwhat’snotthereanymore.”
“It’s the meds It was the meds,” she mumbled, removing the first shoe and squeezing her thighs together, blaming the wetnessonanythingexcepthim.Theywereanothing,despitehisconstantstreamofdeclarationstoday.
As she untied the next shoe, she prayed he wouldn’t touch her. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take. Her traitorousbodyhadnotforgottentheirinterludeinthesupplycloset
“Roy, IwishIcould” He shookhis head, leftfistinside the pants, partiallyhiddenbythe tornfabric “Evenporn isn’tfun.AnytimeIjerkoffnow,Ionlyseeyou.” Hermouthwasdry,herheartracing Thiswasn’thappening “Youcanfindsomeoneelse” “Itried.Afterourkiss,Itookthatwomantodinner.”Heclosedhiseyes,facetiltedtowardtheceiling,tendonsinhisneck pulledtaut “Wenthomealonetobeatthebishopalone,callingyourname,Roy” “Itwasonetime,”shesaid,uncertainofwhichofthemwasconfessinghere.Hewasbraveenoughtoadmithowpowerful theirsingleencounterhadbeen.
“Ithoughtso too Tried eightmore times before Igave up Everysingle time, I’d end up imaginingyou, lips around my dick. Naked and wetfor me. Fuck.” Bowen’s hand moved faster, the hole gettinglarger, the wide head bumpingagainstthe edgeofthefabric “Soeager Andmine Justmine Sayingmyname”
Now shewasconfused.Itwashighlylikely,consideringshehadGlazierashersupervisor,thatshe’dheardthatorgasms overcametheeffectsofmorphine,versed,andketaminetograntinstantpissedoffsobriety “Ihelpedyoutakeoffyourshoes.It’smyjob.”
ThewritersofthehandbookhadnotanticipatedBowen’s(clothed)sexualencounterwithhimself.Therewasdefinitelyno scenario covered where the medically intoxicated, injured male player masturbated with her present after affirming her consent,andtheninvitedhertohelphimwithhismedicallynecessaryshower
As the handbookrequested, she was clothed, and she would be performinganapproved medical service to preventthe team’stopdefensiveplayerfromdislocatinghisshoulderasecondtimeduetosexualfrustration Barefootonthetile,sheenteredtheshower.
His sweet, unguarded words stabbed at her heart evenif his imaginarykids were named after a rockband The kids shouldhavebeenluckynottobenamedTomandHank.
“Right Youwerehavingarageblackout Interesting”Glaziershinedapenlightinhiseyes “Notaheadinjury” “Backthe fuckoff.” Bowenbatted the lightawaywithhis good lefthand. Itwas amazinghow muchmore dexterous his weaksidewasgettinginthepastthreeweekssincehisinjury Betweenhavingtoeatanddressonehanded,theleftwasgetting arealworkoutonhiscock,particularlywhenhekepthavingthatluciddream.
His brain was full of jumbled memories and mush from the night of his injury Nothing was clear after getting in the ambulance. Anoccasional glimpse fromMetroGen, Roytalkingto him, and wakingup alone inhis bed withanerectionthe sizeoftheLombarditrophy.
“Why? She’s great. Better than you.” Bowen was quite aware he was being ridiculous. Glazier was one of the best orthopedicsportsmedicinedoctorsinthecountry
“She’d listen to me, and call you out for following this bullshit from Dr. Reynosa-Romualdo.” Bowen picked up the physical therapist’s clipboard where it had a daily weightlifting regimen for the therapist. “I want his recommendation changed.He’sexaminedmeexactlyonetime.Whydidn’tyouhavehimcomehereinsteadofNavarro?”
“I’msureNavarrohasanopinionandcantalktoDr.Reynosa-Romualdo.SincehehasanMDbehindhisname.Defensive End Sullivanwent to Google med school this weekand decided he wants to tell Dr Reynosa-Romualdo that he should be allowedtoplaytoday.”
“And?”Navarroaskedwarily.
“Googlemedical school toldhimhedidn’tneedtotakeafew weeksofftolethisinferior shoulder dislocationheal Do youthinkyoucancallupDr.R-Randtellhimtofuckoff?”
