The Secret

by Maggie Cole

  Well, that was typical. As athletes, they all had respect for each other, but the friendly competition of egos was always there.

  Suddenly, Collin appeared with more drinks. “Ladies.” He set two more Cosmos and a beer down on our table.

  “Thanks,” we both said in unison.

  Collin laughed and shook his head.

  Liv smiled, “So Collin, you dating anyone now?”

  Typical Liv, I thought. She would bring that up.

  Collin sipped his beer. “Nope. Going to enjoy being by myself for a while.”

  Hmmm...well, I know that we are a secret and all but that feels like a stab to my heart.

  “Really? You don’t even have a piece of ass on the side?” I decided to take advantage of the situation.

  Liv spit some of her Cosmo out. “Meg!”

  “What?” I questioned, shrugging my shoulders.

  The negotiator pierced into my eyes. “Not really a piece on the side kind of guy.”

  The stab was replaced with a flutter. So I do mean something to him then?

  I decided to play it out, though.

  “Not sure if I believe that,” I smirked. “Now that you’re divorced it’s all rebound time.”

  “Meg!” Liv’s eyes widened, but she was laughing.

  Collin gave me a cocky look, “My divorce took two years; I kind of already got that out of my system.”

  “I bet you did,” I sarcastically fired at him.

  Liv gave me a facial expression indicating I should back off. I just gave her an annoying eye roll.

  Collin shrugged his shoulders and drank his beer again with the negotiator in full force.

  Damn, he’s hot.

  I decided to change the subject. “So before you put on your negotiator face, do you have a code word or something you say to yourself to avoid giving anything away?”

  “My negotiator face?”

  Liv jumped in, “Yeah, your stone face.”

  So she called it stone face. Well, that was a good name too.

  Collin quickly turned into the negotiator. Liv and I let out a squeal.

  “Yes! That face!”

  Collin grinned. “I can’t reveal my secrets, ladies.”

  Tom came up. “What did I miss?”

  “Apparently, the ladies want to know my negotiation secrets,” Collin seemed to be relieved that Tom was back.

  “Good luck with that. I think all of New York wants to know that,” Tom stated.

  “We were also talking about Collin’s sex life—or lack of it,” I blurted out and regretting it as soon as it came out.

  Liv and Tom glanced at me in shock, and Collin gave me a negotiator face that I couldn’t read.

  My face scorched red. “Sorry, was just joking,” I mumbled.

  Collin continued staring at me, not showing any emotion. But the look quickly faded and was replaced when Sam came up, grabbed, and twirled me.

  “Meg, let’s dance.”

  “Not really a dancing bar, Sam.”

  He leaned down with a smile, and seductively suggested, “It can be any type of bar we want it to be.”

  I pushed him away.

  Sam dramatically pounded his chest. “You’re breaking my heart, Meg,” and walked away.

  Collin's stare burned through the atmosphere. No one could see past his negotiator's face, but I could feel it without even looking at him. I willed myself not to glance at him because if I looked at him I was going to reveal our secret. So I just laughed at Sam.

  Liv put her hand around Tom’s waist. “You ready to go?” She gave him her fuck-me eyes.

  He saw it and smiled. “Yup.”

  I rolled my eyes. Those two were going to go home and fuck like rabbits no doubt.

  “Meg, you want a ride home?” Tom asked.

  I shook my head. “I’m good.”

  He seemed hesitant, scanned the bar, then looked back at me. While he was Liv’s protector, somewhere over the last year, he had become like my big brother, always watching out for me as well. Baracade was known to get super grabby at night, and there was no doubt that tonight would be no exception.

  “She doesn’t live far from me, I’ll have my driver drop her off,” Collin spoke up.

  Tom was relieved. “Thanks, man." He patted Collin’s back.

  “I am capable of taking care of myself,” I declared, annoyed that Tom and Collin both assumed they could make decisions for me.

  Collin just eyed me, I thought I saw a touch of annoyance, but he quickly put his negotiator face back on.

  Tom sighed. “Yeah, we all know that, but I would feel better if you let Collin take you home.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Fine, whatever,” I mumbled.

  Liv hugged me and whispered, “Be nice to Collin. Don’t bring up his divorce or lack of sex again.”

  If she only knew. I gave her a sarcastic salute.

  Tom and Liv left, and I now stood alone with Collin, in a crowded bar, all of a sudden feeling like a naughty schoolgirl.

  The negotiator pounced. “Any more questions you want to ask me?”

  I flushed; all of a sudden embarrassed I had used the situation to ask questions about his personal and sex life. I shook my head.

  He gazed at me for a moment, then, much to my relief, he changed the subject. “You hungry?”

  I realized I hadn’t eaten all day. “Starving.”

  “Feel like sushi?”

  “Sure!” I started thinking about what restaurant we could go to.

  “Takeout and my place?”

  I felt a drop in my stomach. Of course, once we leave this bar, it would be back to our secret life.

  We will never be free. We will always be ordering takeout and hiding out.

  “Meg?” Collin was waiting for me to answer.

  "Fine,” I reluctantly agreed.

  He finished his beer with one sip. “Let’s go.”

  After putting his hand on my back, he escorted me out the door, and led me to his car. Collin gave the driver my address before rolling up the window.

  My head shot up in surprise. “I thought you wanted to go to your place?”

  His eyes pierced through mine, “Sorry, I assumed you would spend the night. I thought you would want to grab some stuff from your place?”

  "All right,” I mumbled.

  Collin must have sensed something was wrong. Turning in his seat so he could look directly at me, he vulnerably said, “You’re not a rebound to me or a piece on the side.”

  I felt guilty, once more, for my questions in the bar. “I’m sorry, that wasn’t fair to do to you.”

  “It’s okay. At least I found out what you wanted to ask me.”

  I reached up and pulled his face to mine, allowing my tongue to explore his.

  He pulled away. “My turn.” With more vulnerability in his eyes, he asked, “Is this just fun for you like it was with Keri?”

  My head jerked back. Is this just fun for me?

  Ever since I left my ex-finance years ago, all I had was fun. Fun was safe.

  But as much as I had been pushing the reality of our relationship out of my head, I could no longer avoid it because this was different.

  Collin was different.

  It also surprised me that he had been comparing my relationship with Keri to ours.

  I grabbed his face between my hands. “Is that what you think? I'm just having fun with you?"

  Collin shrugged. “I don’t want to assume anything. When you assumed I was in this for a rebound, it made me wonder.”

  I sighed. So my comments did have consequences.

  “Collin, you aren’t in the same ballpark with any guy I’ve ever dated. You're more than just some fun for me.”

  He breathed a sigh of relief.

  Jeez, I had really hit a nerve.

  “I’m sorry I did that to you. It was my insecurities about us, not how I feel about us.” I grabbed his face in my hands once more.

  “What about us makes you insecure?
” His voice remained low.

  I fidgeted with my fingers. “The secrecy. I’m afraid that we’re never really going to be free.”

  Collin put his forehead to mine. “I want to be free. We just need to be patient. Can you give us more time?”

  I leaned in and kissed him. I put all my energy and soul into it, and tried to show him that he meant something to me and that I would be patient because he was worth it.

  The car stopped. “Go get your stuff, and I’ll order the sushi.”

  It didn’t take me long to pack. I was quickly back to the car.

  Collin was on the phone.

  “Listen, Keri and Sam are both going to bring huge profits to Turbo.” He motioned me to get in the car.

  There was a long pause.

  “I understand. We are working with both of them on those issues, and they fully understand what they need to do.” The negotiator was back.

  I tried to focus my eyes out the window, so I wasn’t eavesdropping, but it was impossible not to listen.

  “Right. Let’s talk more about this when we meet tomorrow.” He rolled his eyes at me and paused. “Tomorrow,” he repeated and hung up. Collin rubbed his forehead, and sighed.

  I put my hand on his leg. “Everything all right?”

  He shook his head. “Those guys better get their acts together, or Turbo isn’t going to sign them.”

  “Collin, what can I do to help?”

  He smiled. “You can make me forget about them tonight.”

  “Done.” I climbed on him and showered him with kisses.

  The next day, I woke up and peeked at Collin, who was still asleep. I leaned over and stroked his cheek.

  He grabbed me and rolled me on top of him, smiling. “Morning, babe.” He pushed my hair behind my ear.

  “Someone knows it’s morning.” I ground my body into his and raised my eyebrows at him.

  He rolled me back onto the bed, took his fingers, and dragged them from my neck to my abdomen. “What time is it?”

  “Seven.”

  He sat up. “Oh, crap. I forgot to set the alarm, and I’m going to be late.”

  “Aw!” I gave him a pout.

  “Sorry, babe.” He kissed me.

  He jumped off the bed to go shower and returned wearing nothing but a towel.

  I gave him my sultriest grin.

  “What?” he asked.

  “You’re super hot standing over there in nothing but your towel, and it just made me even wetter.” I sized him up with my eyes. I wanted to play. It wasn’t fair.

  He picked his phone up off the dresser and put it to his ear. “Hey man, traffic is a bitch today. I’m sorry to do this, but by the time I get there, I’m going to have to leave for another meeting. Can we reschedule?” His negotiator's face eyed me. “Thanks. I’ll make it up to you.” Hanging up, he strutted over to me. “I don’t have tons of time.”

  I sat up on my knees with a happy smile on my face and clapped my hands.

  The negotiator licked his lips, “What do you want, Meg?”

  “Your dick in my mouth.”

  With cocky eyes and his eyebrows raised, he dropped his towel. “Come get it then.”

  I stepped off the bed, grabbed his ass, and pulled him toward me until his massive cock was right in front of my face. I sat on the bed.

  Inch by inch, I started licking his shaft, and when it was entirely wet, I slid him in my mouth, grabbed his balls and massaged them in my hands.

  I sucked on the tip, and Collin let out a moan.

  “Do you like that, baby?” I gazed up at him, giving him innocent eyes and licked my lips.

  He put his negotiator face back on and pushed my head back on him.

  Smiling, I became his hungry animal. Grabbing his ass and pulling him closer to me, I tried to take him all in. I sped up as he started to move my head quicker and then grabbed his balls.

  He started moaning as I rotated between sucking on his cock like a Popsicle and grazing him lightly with my teeth.

  “Fuck, Meg,” he puffed out.

  Collin’s breathing and groans intensified, and just when I thought he was going to burst in my mouth, he pulled out of me. Saying nothing, he picked me up and took me over to the dresser, set my naked bottom on it, and placed me in front of the mirror.

  “You want to watch, Collin?” I purred in my sultriest voice, as I licked my lips, bit on my lip, and tried to hide my smile.

  He just gave me a cocky eyebrow and started kissing my neck before murmuring, “I really don’t have tons of time,” and reached down to feel my wetness.

  He quickly started playing with my sex, locking his ego eyes to mine, then to the mirror, and back to my eyes.

  I reached out and bit his bottom lip, then started to suck it as moans escaped my mouth.

  “That’s it, baby.” His arrogant eyes still stared at me as his fingers swirled inside me and his thumb pushed harder.

  My face flushed, I grabbed him, scratched his back and arched mine. My legs wrapped around his back, and my heels dug into him, forcing his body closer to me.

  I was on the edge as he kept rubbing and giving me his cocky eyes.

  “Please…,” I moaned.

  He sent me to orgasm quickly while I clung to his shoulders, crying out like an animal as he viewed us in the mirror. I ferociously shook as he removed his fingers and thrust himself into me, while rolling my clit between his index finger and thumb, never letting up, and slowly sliding in and out of me, a few inches at a time.

  I couldn’t take anymore, and I pulled his hand back and sucked his fingers, tasting my ecstasy on him, and enjoyed his slow speed that let me reset until I was ready for more.

  “You want more?“ The negotiator challenged me with his arrogant eyes.

  Savagely, I pushed my legs against his ass and pulled him to me around his waist. “More,” I told his cocky eyes. I had reset and was ready to go and needed him further in me.

  He gave me a sultry grin, got harder inside me, then dipped down to kiss my neck.

  As I watched his eyes move to the mirror, I threw my head back, so my hair fell further down my back, knowing I was giving him a better show.

  His eyes drifted back and forth between the mirror and my face.

  “Filthy boy!” I taunted him.

  Cocky Collin grabbed me from behind, his hands on my ass, pulling me off the dresser and turning me around on the ground. Bending me down, so my elbows were on the dresser, he pulled his head down to mine and whispered, “Time for you to watch.”

  He spread my thighs, massaging my ass cheeks first, then entered me again, this time pushing into me quicker than usual.

  I gasped, studying him and myself in the mirror, his eyes cocky as hell, as his dick glided into me, and my vagina began to twitch over and over, getting more turned on by his stare.

  “That’s my girl,” he murmured, staring at me intently.

  “More!” I squeaked out.

  He started increasing our speed, and soon we were sweating and moaning. I reached out to grab something, but there was nothing, so I just put my palms against the mirror.

  Fuck I need to cum.

  "Collin,” I whispered, hardly able to talk.

  He shook his head, stared at me in the mirror with his ego eyes, in full control, not letting me have my orgasm.

  My breathing became labored. I was panting at this point.

  “Please… I need it.”

  “Okay, babe, whatever you need,” he whispered. He thrust hard, released in me, and sent me into an earthquake of violent tremors up against the dresser. Marks from my hands were all over the mirror, and Collin stared into my eyes till they rolled in the back of my head.

  He collapsed on me. His arms wrapped around my stomach, his chest was on my back, and I felt his warm breath on my neck.

  While I was still trying to find my breath, he stood and pulled me up with him and turned me around.

  He grinned at me. “I need another shower,” he announced, a
nd threw me over his shoulders, slapped my ass, and carried me to the bathroom.

  Round two was just as good as round one.

  9

  Collin

  My meeting with Turbo wasn’t going well at all. For the first time, it occurred to me that these deals may never happen.

  Turbo was not happy with Keri and Sam’s shenanigans, and they were quickly losing faith that they would get their acts together. The amount of stress they were causing everyone was ridiculous.

  “You have two players you can’t control. If you can’t control your clients, how are we supposed to trust that they will represent our brand how we want them to?” Stephen questioned.

  The other Turbo team members were shaking their heads in agreement.

  "You know that the revenue stream from just one of my clients, nevermind both, are estimated to blow your other athlete profits out of the water. Do you want to be sitting here in a year, saying, "If only we hadn't been stupid enough to let our competition steal them."

  It was true what I was saying, and Turbo knew it, but they were not happy, and I can't say I blamed them. Keri and Sam were destructive right now, and no matter how much we warned them, they were throwing it in our faces.

  Their egos were so big they weren’t listening, and they were about to screw it up majorly.

  “See, here’s the thing. We can sign multiple athletes and profit just as much,” Michael fibbed.

  I started laughing. “No, you can’t, and you know you can’t. If you believed that, we wouldn’t be sitting here now, would we?”

  He looked at me uncomfortably, realizing I had caught him in his lie, and he wasn’t fooling me. I turned to Stephen, who was the guy in charge anyway. “Stephen, do you really want me to take this to your competitors?”

  He shook his head. “No, of course not. But Collin, you need to get control over these guys. What part of this are they not understanding?”

  Stephen was right. I couldn’t deny it. In fact, I couldn’t even answer that question because anything I replied would be just as pathetic as their actions.

  “I’ll handle it,” I told Stephen.

  “Good, Collin. You and I go way back, so I’m telling you as a courtesy, but their time is running out, so you better do it fast.”