Venus Vs Mars Pt.II

Chapter 49

Massy clung to Odell throughout the night, yet she was up and rolled over before her alarm could notify her of the time.

Odell pulled her back to his chest. Don't get up." His groggy voice made her smile but the fact that he hung onto her as if she wasn't going to return made her smile even harder. Massy shoved her face in the crook of his neck planting multiple small kiss to it, kissing along his collarbone, she pulled from his arm and crawled atop of him, straddling his waist.

"Get uuup! Come on!" Her palms laid flat against his chest, she began a small bouncing motion to show how eager she was to start her day.

Odell grabbed her hips stopping her, his face scrunched together in pain. "Don't bounce! Wait..." He protested with one eye open digging his nails into the skin on her hips. Massy smiled and reached behind her, lightly grabbing his d**k in her hand. He jerked his body. "Iigh I'm up! I'm up! Ow don't grab it!" He hissed sitting up and pushing her hand off of his stiff morning wood.

The usual morning routine of equipment bags, cold sports drinks and protein shakes, replying to emails, text messages and listening to sports agents voicemails. Massy tossed the blue Nike bag with red and white strips flowing across it, her name and number printed along the side of it. Separating from one another was the toughest thing they had to do, the whole month would be dedicated to athletic games and exploring what Rio had to offer.

"I love you." He said, his voice was muffled as he stuck his face back into her neck. His arms wrapped around her waist and hers around his neck.

"I love you more!" Her voice perked up as she replied. She smiled and kissed the tip of his nose. "Give me kiss!" She smiled wanting more. Odell pressed his lips to hers and smiled. "Give me tongue!" She teased in between his kisses.

Odell's hands slid from her waist to her butt. "Keep playing... Ima give you something else." He said pressing his pelvic against her and pushing her against the wall. Massy's giggled turned into a full laugh as she pushed against him. "Iigh rookie lets go. You going to be late." Her bottom lip poked out as she watched Odell bend down picking up her bag and handing it to her, he wheeled two large suitcase to the back of her car and placed them in the trunk. "You can't come back unless you have a gold medal." He said with a straight face, then slap her butt.

"Odell!" She frowned covering the butt cheek he hit.

"I'm serious. I'll change the locks. Make you go live with Mari." He began walking away with a smile.

"THAT'S NOT FUNNY!" Massy yelled stepping into her car.

"I'M NOT LAUGHING!" He said back opening the front door.

"ODELL! STOP PLAYING!" Massy frowned once she realized she heard no humor in his voice. "I'M SERIOUS! THAT'S NOT FUNNY!"

"BYE!" He said waving and closing the door.



Odell's frustration of not being able to catch as many footballs as he'd like began to annoy him. But all Eli kept telling him was that he was healthy he wasn't in pain, nothing needed to be worked on. The responsibility Eli was putting on Odell to become a teacher to the group of Wide Receivers that he lead was weighing heavy, showing them the routes and plays, he was no longer a rookie and Eli was no longer treating him that way.

"You use more energy running up a slant like that. It's longer but if he throws you the ball right there... I try and figure out how to take it outside if I see too much commotion in the middle." His arms stretched out in front of him making a curve as he explained the easiest way to read a play to Sterling. "You better off just running to the left or right. You run up the middle they gone hit you from all sides." Odell spoke over the music that played over the field. After finding out Massy was ok his spirits had returned to normal, he was back to dancing his way through practice during short breaks, showing Eli how to properly 'dab' every time the play ran smoothly.

"There you go E! Yup! That's it... Ok... then hit it" Odell stood with his hands on his hips nodding his head with a very serious look on his face, as Eli did his best Odell Beckham dance moves, moving his hands and arms back and forth but just couldn't quite catch the rhythm of the beat. Yet Odell didn't hold that against him. "You gotta add the dab at the end E."

Eli frowned dropping his arms to his side. "Dab?... What is that? Like dabbing something onto something." He asked with confusion written all over his face.

"Sure." Odell automatically agreed, squinting and blocking the sun from his eyes.

Eli shook his head. "You kids and these dance moves."

Odell ran his hand across his stomach and leaned back stretching out his spine. "You gettin old E, you gettin old."

"I sound more and more like Coopee and Peyton every practice." He agreed with Odell comparing his mid-30's to his older brothers early and mid-40's.