Full Contact: A College Reverse Harem Romance

by Cassie Cole

  “Hey Roberta.” The baseball coach poked his head in my training room. “There’s a guy outside who says he’s from the Dodgers. Wants to look at Feña’s arm. Should I let him in?”

  I groaned. “Tell him he’s not legally allowed to touch Feña’s arm until the contract negotiations are done.”

  “So you want me to kick him out?”

  “Yes, please.”

  The coach grinned. “With pleasure.”

  Getting the trainer position with the baseball team was a ton of fun—and a new challenge. The physical requirements of baseball were a lot different than football. Pitching was hell on the human shoulder and elbow. It was such a violent, jerky motion that injuries were rampant. Too many young players were having Tommy John surgery to strengthen the UCL in their elbow. Proper physical training was crucial to remain healthy.

  And the best part? The Appleton Athletic Department wanted to hire me full time. To be the physical trainer for the football team in the fall, and the baseball team in the spring. “I’m not going to make the mistake of overlooking you ever again,” Coach Mueller had said. “I want you to devote as much attention to the rest of our athletes as you did for Danny, Lance, and Feña.”

  Granted, he probably didn’t know just how much attention I was giving them. But it was flattering nonetheless. I had a future here at Appleton doing exactly what I’d always dreamed.

  So why does it make my chest ache so much?

  I glanced down at Feña in the chair. “It’d be nice if your agent would hurry things along.”

  Feña’s smile was playful. “The longer the negotiations take, the more time I have with you as my trainer. You are much prettier than the Dodgers trainer.”

  After icing Feña’s entire arm and shoulder, I massaged the muscles and tendons in his joints. It was crucial to increase blood flow after exercise as quickly as possible to stimulate recovery. Pitchers only pitched once every five days because that recovery took so long.

  Most of the team was gone from the locker room by the time I was finishing up with Feña’s massage. He was laying flat on his back on my table, a towel across his groin, eyes closed while I rubbed his shoulder in a circle with my two fingers.

  I glanced toward the locker room. There was only one player still inside, and he was packing up to leave.

  “How’s that feel?” I asked as I dug into his shoulder.

  “Mmm. Very nice,” he purred.

  I let my free hand slide down his leg, underneath the lip of the towel. His cock was warm and soft—but it quickly stiffened at my touch.

  “How about that?” I asked in my best trainer voice. “Any discomfort there?”

  He smiled without opening his eyes. “No, that feels okay.”

  “Just okay?’

  His cock was rock hard as I stroked it. “I suppose it feels good.”

  I could still hear equipment being moved around in the locker room, but that only heightened the pleasure of what we were doing. Plus the way I was standing at the massage table caused my body to block the view of anyone who might poke their head in.

  At least, it would have, until Feña reached out and rubbed me between my legs.

  I moaned as he rubbed my pussy through my jeans. I stroked him faster, which made him rub me faster, which spiraled both of us toward a positive feedback loop of sexual intensity.

  My knees threatened to buckle, and I had to grip the massage table to keep from collapsing, as Feña’s deft fingers brought me to a shuddering orgasm. Moments later he groaned, and his cock trembled and came all over my hand underneath the towel.

  Feña let out a long sigh and opened his eyes. “That was a very nice massage.”

  “Mmm hmm,” I said, using the underside of the towel to wipe off his warm seed. Then I grabbed a chair and pulled it over so I could sit down. My legs were like jelly! “And here I was planning on having more fun than just hand stuff.”

  There was a noise in the doorway. “Why wait?”

  Danny and Lance came walking into the training room. They’d both showered and changed into their street clothes. Danny’s hair was still dark with moisture, and he had a big smile on his face.

  Feña flinched and checked to make sure the towel was covering him. “In Chile, we respect privacy.”

  “Bro, relax,” Lance said. “It’s nothing we haven’t seen before.”

  “How can I help you gentlemen?” I asked in a proper tone.

  “Well,” Danny said, “you promised me something special if I hit a home run. And we’re here to collect.”

  “We?” I asked.

  A lopsided smile touched Danny’s chiseled face. “Yeah. What I want involves Lance.”

  “Nice of you to share your prize,” I said, giving Lance a sidelong look.

  He grinned while closing the training room door. “We’re all about sharing.”

  Danny kissed me first, grabbing a handful of my hair and forcefully pulling me toward his lips. I ran my own fingers through his damp hair, then along his neck and shoulders, feeling the bulging muscles there.

  Lance took my jeans off, then my panties, My pussy was still soaked from Feña’s attention, and it got wetter as Lance spread my lower lips with his fingers and shoved his tongue deep inside me. Danny’s tongue swirled against my own, two tongue-lashings on different parts of my body, summoning different pleasures within myself.

  Feña was hard again within moments, and stroked himself gently while the other two went to town on me.

  Finally Lance picked me up around the waist and lowered me onto the massage table, on top of Feña. Danny fiddled with the table controls and lowered it a few feet to make things easier. Then Feña grabbed my hips and pushed me down onto his crotch, impaling me on his throbbing cock.

  I let out a cry that hopefully nobody else in the athletic building could hear.

  As I gently rode Feña, Lance lubed up his cock and crouched behind me. He teased his cock up and down between my ass cheeks, rubbing the tip against my tight backdoor in passing. I moaned louder and louder until finally Danny came around to my front, completely nude, and shoved his dick in my mouth. My moans were muffled around his shaft as he moved his hips back and forth, making love to my mouth with one hand on the back of my head.

  I looked up at him while taking him in the mouth. It was a landscape of chiseled muscle, abs and pecs and biceps. That turned me on more than anything else about my three men—how athletic they were.

  What could I say? I was a kinesiologist for a reason. I liked the human body.

  Finally Lance stopped teasing me and pressed the tip of his cock against my backdoor. My body tingled with anticipation for the rough, intense sex that came from anal—especially while Feña was inside my pussy at the same time. But we were well-practiced at this by now, and my ass took his girth smoothly.

  “Oh, that’s a tight little asshole,” Lance rumbled behind me. “It swallows my cock whole.”

  I moaned around Danny’s prick as inch after inch of Lance’s shaft penetrated me. Soon I was completely filled by their three separate dicks—pussy, ass, and mouth.

  The intensity of it, and having it be from three gorgeous men who I was in love with and who were in love with me, was more than I could handle. As they fucked me together in the trainer’s room, I shook with a never-ending orgasm that left me breathless and squeezed every drop of come from my sexy trio.

  *

  We met Grandma Overmire at the restaurant across town, the same one Danny and I had been going to for burgers and beers for months. Fortunately, we hadn’t seen Nicky Tarkenton there again.

  And we never would.

  Nicky ended up pleading guilty to all of the charges levied against him: illegal gambling, conspiracy to commit gambling fraud, conspiracy to defraud an athletic drug-testing agency, and first degree aggravated battery for attempting to permanently injure Danny’s knee. The two other goons all pleaded the same in exchange for a reduced jail sentence. Nicky’s sentencing court date wasn’t f
or another month, but by all accounts he would be going to prison for a minimum of 10 years.

  The only football he’d ever get to play again would be in a prison yard for 30 minutes a day. None of us felt bad for him in the slightest.

  “You started without us, Grandma?” Lance asked as we sat down. She had a glass tumbler in front of her, which was now mostly ice.

  She nodded. “Just a couple of whiskey sours for a thirsty old woman.”

  “A couple? Grandma, dad told me to watch what you drink. Whiskey sours have a lot of sugar in them.”

  Grandma Overmire leaned close to me and whispered loudly, “When you get to be my age, dear, you learn to do whatever you damn-well please.”

  “Grandma!”

  She ignored Lance and turned to Feña. “Young man, you pitched wonderfully today. Do you think you can go professional?”

  “Actually, Feña was drafted by the Los Angeles Dodgers last week,” I said proudly.

  Grandma Overmire beamed. “That is absolutely wonderful! Congratulations, young man.”

  Feña blushed. “I have not officially signed with the team.”

  “He’s being modest,” Danny cut in. “It’s a done deal. He and his agent are merely haggling over his signing bonus.”

  “I would prefer not to consider it done until it is done,” he said carefully. “A lot can happen between now and then.”

  Danny elbowed him in the ribs. “Good thing you’ve got the best physical trainer in town then, huh?”

  Feña gave me a small smile. “Yes. It is good.”

  “Good?” Lance said. “Babs is freaking awesome.”

  All of them smiled at me, and I knew they weren’t talking about the training.

  “How does the signing bonus in baseball compare to football?” Grandma Overmire asked.

  “It depends on the round,” Feña said. “The Dodgers have offered me a $1.5 million dollar signing bonus. My agent is trying to push for closer to $2.0 million.”

  Danny nodded. “Meanwhile, my signing bonus was $900,000. But my starting salary is higher to make up for it.”

  Grandma Overmire frowned. “And what round were you drafted, young man?”

  “I was the ninth pick in the third round,” Danny said proudly.

  “Third round,” she repeated. “That is impressive. Far more impressive than the fifth round.”

  She glanced over at her grandson.

  “Grandma!” Lance protested. “The fifth is still really good.”

  “Good is the enemy of great,” she said. “I bet if you worked as hard as Daniel here, you would have been drafted in the fourth.”

  Feña and I tried not to laugh.

  “Quarterbacks always go ahead of wide receivers,” Danny explained. “Lance is a fantastic wide receiver.”

  She frowned at her grandson. “Why didn’t you become a quarterback then?” She waved it off. “Nevermind that. You should go pro in baseball, a real sport. Like this handsome Chilean boy.”

  Feña beamed. “Your grandma thinks I’m handsome.”

  Lance tossed a napkin at him.

  “Oh! By the way,” I said. “Your grandma’s name is Barbara.”

  “What!” Lance looked at her like he’d found out she was an alien from Mars. “No it’s not.”

  “It most certainly is,” she said bluntly. “What kind of a grandson doesn’t even know his own grandmother’s name?”

  We laughed around the table as Lance sputtered and protested.

  *

  As we got out of the Uber in front of their house next to campus, Feña’s phone rang. He answered it, said a few words, then hung up.

  He raised his fists above his head in a victorious pose. “It is done! I am a Los Angeles Dodger!”

  “Fuck yeah, bro!” Lance said, smacking him on the ass. “National League represent. Fuck the designated hitter.”

  Danny fist-pumped and then hugged Feña.

  When it was my turn, I cradled Feña’s face in my hands. “I’m so proud of you.” I kissed him. “We should celebrate tomorrow. Go somewhere nice.”

  “Yeah, and you’re paying.” Lance said. “Since your signing bonus is so much higher than ours.”

  Feña shrugged. “If you wanted more money, you should have gone professional in baseball. Like your grandma suggested.”

  “She’s a very wise woman,” I said.

  We went inside and gathered in the living room. Now was as good a time as any to tell them.

  “I’ve been thinking. About the future. About my future, in particular.”

  A dark expression passed over Danny’s face. “Did Coach renege on his offer?”

  Lance jumped to his feet. “Bro, I swear if he’s hiring Brett again, after everything that happened last year…”

  I patted the air in a calming gesture. “Everyone relax. It’s not that. It’s just that… I’m not sure this is what I want to do.”

  “What are you talking about?” Feña asked. “This is literally what you claimed you wanted to do. For the rest of your life.”

  “Things have changed,” I said softly. “I want to go to Los Angeles. To be with you three.”

  The shock on their faces was like a punch to my gut. A thousand thoughts of doubt ran through my head. They didn’t want me to go with them. They were going off to be celebrities and expected to leave me behind, because of course they would! They were about to have the most beautiful women in the world throwing themselves at them, and I was just this pathetic kinesiology student…

  Then Danny’s grin cut off all those terrible thoughts. “Do you mean it?”

  “Don’t toy with us,” Lance warned. “I don’t think my heart can take it.”

  “I’m serious. I want to go to Los Angeles.”

  “What will you do there?” Feña asked. “Have you begun looking for jobs?”

  I shrugged. “I’ll figure it out as I go. I don’t care, so long as I’m with you three.”

  To my surprise, Danny pulled out his phone and dialed a number. “Hey. Patrick? It’s Daniel Armstrong. I’ve got a new stipulation for my contract. I don’t care if it’s signed already, this is non-negotiable. I’ve got a friend looking for a sports medicine position. She was my physical trainer here at Appleton. Find a place for her on the team or I’ll refuse to play. Oh yeah? Good. I’m glad to hear it. Thanks for understanding.

  He hung up.

  “Uh,” I stammered. “What just happened?”

  “You’ve got a job on the Charges. Training camp starts July 15.”

  My jaw practically hit the floor. “You just threatened to refuse to play… Just to get me a position on the team?”

  Danny shrugged. “I’d die for you, Roberta. Getting you a job is easy.”

  I jumped into his arms and wrapped my legs around his torso. “OhmygodIloveyou!” I squealed as I clung to him. “I can’t believe you did that!”

  Lance scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, uh, I would have done the same thing for you.”

  “Sure you would’ve,” Danny teased.

  “I totally would have! I just didn’t get a chance!”

  “Feel free to call your agent and demand it. Maybe we can get the Chargers and Rams into a bidding war.”

  I let go of Danny and kissed him, then hugged Feña. “I am so happy you are coming with us. But I will be in the minor leagues for a while.”

  “The Tulsa Drillers, and Oklahoma City Dodgers,” Danny said.

  I wrapped my arms around Feña’s neck. “Then let that be your incentive for working hard in the minor leagues. I’m waiting for you in Los Angeles.”

  His eyes shimmered. “Nothing could motivate me more, mi amor.”

  “You can live with us in L.A. in the offseason,” Danny insisted. “That’s half the year together.”

  I grinned. “I can live with that.”

  “Hello, is this Brandon? Brandon Halladay?” Lance asked on the phone. “It’s Lance Overmire. I’m one of your clients. Yeah, I know what time it is in New
York. I’ve got a new demand for my contract! The Rams have to—what? Yeah, I know the contract is signed, but I thought—oh. Right. Yeah, okay. But what if we…”

  He trailed off, then stared at his phone. “My agent just hung up on me.”

  “Guess you don’t have as much influence,” Danny said, deadpan. “Grandma Overmire was right. You should have been a quarterback.”

  I giggled as Lance chased him around the couch, throwing pillows like two brothers having a fight. Feña glanced at me and smiled.

  I had the future I wanted, and it included my three men.

  What more could a girl ask for?

  Bonus Scene

  Not ready for Roberta and her three strapping athletes’ story to be done? Want to find out whether or not they’re drafted? Click the link below to read a special fast-forward scene that takes place in the future! It’s extra sappy, and extra sweet.

  https://bit.ly/2LDupo8

  If you enjoyed Full Contact you’re going to love this other Reverse Harem Romance from Cassie Cole: The Proposition. You can click here to buy it, or keep reading for a special sneak peek!

  Phantom of the Opera meets Steamy Reverse Harem Romance when Nadia is shared by her four gorgeous theater colleagues.

  My first time on Tinder was a doozy.

  Four sexy theater men when all I expected was one.

  But then they laid a breathtaking proposition on me. One that dropped me, quite literally, to my knees.

  They want to share me…. In every way.

  Karen

  “Why are all the good ones gay?” I wondered out loud on the subway train.

  A woman in the row behind me coughed conspicuously into her hand. I hadn’t realized anyone else had sat down. Great. A little more embarrassment before the night is over.

  Despite my best efforts, I still felt myself pining over Braden. The feel of his body pressed between my legs was fresh in my mind, with the lustful look in his sapphire eyes. I guess that’s what separated a good actor from a great one. He’d even fooled me.