Team Player 2: A Sports Anthology

by Paige, Rochelle

  “If you keep that up, I’m not going to last long enough for you to forget how much water we’re using.” I slid my fingers through her wetness and parted her pussy lips as I lowered to my knees. “But I need a taste of you before I sink my cock inside your pussy.”

  I gave her pussy a long swipe, and her fingers sank into my damp hair. With her cries echoing off the walls of my shower, I teased her with my tongue, lips, and teeth. It wasn’t long before I drove her over the edge. I licked her through her orgasm before standing again.

  “Can’t wait any longer. I need to feel your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock, angel.” Grasping her ass cheeks, I pulled her toward me as I thrust my hips forward until I was buried balls-deep inside her. “So fucking perfect, just like I said.”

  I waited until she adjusted to my cock filling her before I set a fast pace, plunging in and out. Her walls fluttered around my cock, and my control was close to snapping.

  “Rowan,” she moaned. “Oh, yes! Fuck! You’re going to make me come again!”

  “Let me see, angel. I want to watch your gorgeous face while you fly apart for me.”

  Her head flew back, and I kept my eyes on her while I continued to hammer in and out of her. When I slid my hand between our bodies to circle her clit with my thumb, her plump lips parted and her green eyes darkened. A rush of wetness soaked my dick, and her pussy clamped down hard. That was all it took to throw me over the edge, and my orgasm roared through me. “Fuck yes!”

  I slumped against the wall, trying to catch my breath. “I fucking swear, perfect isn’t good enough to describe what just happened,” I panted.

  “Yeah, that was better than I imagined,” she sighed, cuddling against my chest. “Which is one hell of a compliment since some of my dreams about you were so hot, I was surprised they didn’t wake you up.”

  Knowing she’d been thinking about having sex with me all this time had my dick hardening again. “Fuck lifting. I need another round of cardio with you instead.”

  She slid her palm up my arm and squeezed my bicep. “Maybe we can get creative and come up with a way for you to mix those workouts.”

  Damn. I was a lucky man.

  Sera

  My hand went to the gun holstered at the small of my back when I heard a sound from the front of the house. Looking up from the notes I was taking on my laptop, I listened more closely. Rowan wasn’t supposed to be back for a few more hours. Whit had a meeting with a head honcho at the stadium this afternoon about a possible new case. He wasn’t going to leave until Rowan was ready to go, and Devon was at Brecken’s office, giving the investigative team hell for their lack of leads on Rowan’s case. It’d been almost two weeks, and the team’s away game next weekend presented complications when it came to keeping him safe. There weren’t too many other people who knew I was here, and I wasn’t expecting any visitors.

  I slid off the stool I'd been sitting on and slowly moved around the kitchen counter. Before I made it across the room, most of the tension eased from my body because I recognized the sound of the code being punched into the security system. “Rachel?” I called out.

  “Sera, I'm so glad you're here. I don't know what to do.” Rachel’s voice was full of relief but still sounded shaky.

  I hurried into the living room, picking up my pace when I saw how pale she was. “Is it your heart? Do you need me to call you an ambulance? Or should I just drive you to the hospital myself?”

  “I don’t need to go to the hospital.” She shook her head and lifted up the piece of paper she was holding. “Although my heart is beating faster than normal, Afib isn’t the problem. It's this letter I found on my doorstep when I went out to check my mail.”

  I took the note but didn’t examine it until I got Rachel settled on the couch and grabbed her a bottle of water. Crouching down in front of her, I asked, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  “Yes, dear.” She patted me on the hand. “Or at least as good as I can be, considering the shock I had.”

  Glancing down at the letter, I cursed myself for not thinking clearly when I took it from her. I should’ve put on gloves or placed it in a bag so I didn’t make it more difficult to get fingerprints if they were left behind. Not that I expected our techs to find any since the cops hadn’t, but it was still worth a shot. “Give me a second.”

  After Rachel nodded, I headed in the kitchen to grab a bag. I dropped the note inside, zipped the bag shut, and grabbed my cell to send a quick message to Brecken, Whit, and Devon. Then I snapped a picture of the letter to send to them as well. Once that was all done, I finally read it.

  I’m not sure what you did to make Rowan decide to retire, but I know you’re the reason behind it. You must be. Nothing else makes sense.

  You’re his mom, but he deserves better. I blame myself.

  Rowan’s #1 Fan

  Shit. This wasn’t good.

  * * *

  Leaving Rachel alone wasn’t an option, so I brought her with me to the office. Brecken’s wife, Hadley, and their son, Quinten, were there for a visit. Their little boy was quite the charmer, and Rachel was easily distracted by him. Since Whit was sticking close to Rowan, it was just Devon and me in Brecken’s office as I let loose.

  “How did we let this happen? Why didn’t we think to wire Rachel’s house, too? If we had, then we’d have this guy on tape.” I paced back and forth while both men sat back and watched. “The safeguards we put into place after Whit and Devon reviewed Rowan’s security system have done us no good with this guy. I don’t like feeling that he’s a step ahead of us. Not when it’s Rowan’s ass on the line.”

  “We couldn’t have known he’d switch shit up and go after Rachel like this. I would’ve been less surprised if he switched his focus to you. You’re the only new thing in Rowan’s life. If he was going to blame the early retirement on anyone, it should’ve been you.” Devon scrubbed his hands over his face. “We still should’ve covered her better since she and Rowan are so close, though. Even if none of this makes any sense.”

  Brecken tapped his pen against his desk. “They live in a gated community, and the guy we put in the guardhouse said nobody unexpected tried to get through today. Only residents and their guests. The guard on duty today followed protocol. He checked the identification for anyone who didn’t live there and called the residents to confirm their visitors. There weren’t any surprises.”

  “Some good came of the security overhaul. While you were driving over here, we pulled the footage on the cameras at the front of Rowan’s house,” Devon added as Brecken turned his monitor so I could see the screen. The video clip they played showed a teenager on a skateboard.

  His pace slowed as he passed Rowan’s house, his hand dipping into his pocket just as we lost him. “Shit. Do you think he’s the one who left the letter on Rachel’s doorstep?”

  “Give it a minute, and you’ll see,” Brecken urged.

  It wasn’t long before the kid was back on the screen, heading in the same direction he’d just come from. “Do we know who he is?”

  “Yeah, his dad lives in the neighborhood. Recently divorced and rotates custody with the ex every other week,” Devon explained. “It didn’t take long to identify him since the guard recognized the kid. Our guy at the gate just finished questioning him, and he said some guy paid him a hundred bucks to do him what he’d thought was a harmless favor.”

  “Did he remember what the guy looked like?” I asked.

  “The guy gave him cash. Of course he did,” Brecken confirmed. “Not that it did us much good. The kid said it was some old dude with dark hair and eyes, who looked fit for his age and was a tall motherfucker. He thought he was around his grandfather’s age but way cooler.”

  “That’s not much to go on.” I was frustrated as hell and felt like I didn't have anyone to blame but myself. “If I'd had my mind focused on work instead of what’s been going on between Rowan and me, I might've caught on to a clue that would've tipped us off to this guy by now. W
ho knows what I’ve missed?”

  “Quit beating yourself up. There hasn’t been anything to miss, Sera,” Devon reassured me.

  “I can’t blame anyone else. It’s my fault.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I'm the one on close protection detail. The buck stops with me.”

  “That's not how it works,” Devon argued. “We’re a team, just like we were in the military. If one of us fucks up, all of us fuck up. And you didn’t fuck up.”

  “But I—”

  “Clear the room,” Brecken ordered, interrupting me. He waited until Devon shut the door behind him to turn to me. “I think I know what's going on in your head right now because I've been there. It’s different when you’re protecting someone you've grown to have feelings for.”

  “It is,” I agreed with a sigh. “Which is why you should take me off the case. My emotions are getting in the way of my ability to think clearly, and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to Rowan or his mom because of it.”

  “Are you sure that's what you want to do?” Brecken asked.

  I hated the idea of someone else being in charge of his safety, but that was my heart talking and not my brain. “Yes.”

  “Okay. I’ll switch things around, but only on one condition. You need to talk to Rowan about this first. If he’s the reason you feel like you can't do your job, then your feelings for him are deeper than you've been letting on. You shouldn't make a decision like this without talking it through with him first. All that’ll do is hurt your relationship.”

  Brecken was right about needing to talk to Rowan, but he was also partially wrong. I didn’t think I had to worry about hurting my relationship because the stalker had already done enough damage to it. I highly doubted I was even in one anymore. And I wasn’t looking forward to facing Rowan after the scare his mom had been through today. She was the most important person in his life, and I’d let them both down.

  Rowan

  When Devon came back from Kane Security’s office with my mom about thirty minutes ago, I’d been worried that more had happened than Whit had explained during the drive home from the stadium since Sera wasn’t with them. I was on edge after the shit that had gone down and more than a little pissed that the women in my life had decided to keep it from me until after I was done with practice.

  I didn’t like being out of the loop, especially when this was happening because of me. It was difficult not to blame myself when it was my stalker who’d fucked with my mom. My coach would’ve understood the interruption, even if we had a big game coming up in two days. Which was a point I’d made more than clear to my mom, Whit, and Devon. Now I just needed Sera to come home so I could lay it out for her too.

  From what Devon had said, I was expecting her back any minute. He'd reassured me that everything was fine with her, even though she wasn’t answering her phone, and that she shouldn’t be too far behind him. Apparently, she’d had a few things to go over with her boss before she could leave.

  I was seriously contemplating grabbing my keys so I could hunt her down when I heard the front door open. After turning off the stove burner so I wouldn’t burn the broccoli I was steaming, I headed into the living room. Devon and Sera were standing at the bottom of the stairs, and it sounded like they were wrapping up a conversation. “Sure, I’ll grab my go-bag from my place. I can be back in less than an hour. Let me know if the plan changes before then.”

  “Will do.”

  I didn’t understand the apologetic smile Devon flashed me as he headed for the door. Not until I caught the shut-down expression on Sera’s face before she started up the stairs. “What’s going on?”

  I followed her into our room and then the master closet. She didn’t say anything until she pulled her duffel off the shelf. “I’m so sorry.”

  “Sorry for what?” My brain must’ve been slower than usual because I didn’t understand what was happening here. Not until she started shoving some of her shit into her bag. “What the hell are you packing for? Is Brecken taking you off my case? Did he fire you?”

  “I wasn’t fired, and he didn’t take me off the case.” Her fists clenched around the straps on her bag hard enough that her knuckles turned white. After sighing, she finally turned around and looked me in the eyes. “But Devon is going to swap out with me tonight.”

  “For how long?” I glared at the clothes she was stuffing into her bag. “Because it looks like you're packing all your things.”

  “When Brecken assigned me to your close protection detail, I was the best person for the job. But things have changed, and that's no longer true anymore. It’s better if someone else takes my place as your close protection detail.”

  I was starting to understand what was going on with her. I wasn’t the only one feeling guilty over something I couldn’t control. “Are you beating yourself up over the letter so much that you can't stay here with me?”

  “Of course I’m beating myself up,” she cried. “I don’t understand how you can even look at me after what your mom went through today. She could’ve ended up in the hospital!”

  I moved closer and pulled her into my arms. “It’s not your fault.”

  “If not me, then who?”

  It’d taken my mom practically knocking me upside the head for me to accept that only one person was to blame for this mess, and it wasn’t Sera or me. “The asshole who’s doing this.”

  She collapsed against me, her arms circling around my back to hold me tight. “I was so afraid you’d blame me as much as I had before Devon and Brecken talked some sense into me.”

  “I don’t, angel. Not even a little bit. And neither does my mom.” I brushed a kiss against the top of her head. “If anything, I’m grateful you were here because without your help, I’m not sure what she would’ve done today. The whole thing scared her enough that she agreed to let Whit stay in one of her guest rooms until this is over.”

  “I’m glad she’s got Whit to watch over her, but I’m still not sure it’s wise for me to stay on close protection for you,” she sighed. “Being personally involved complicates things.”

  “You didn’t get involved with me all by yourself. I’m in this, too,” I pointed out. “The bottom line is that it's you, or it's no one.”

  She tilted her head back to stare up at me with wide, green eyes. “But you need someone to stick close and keep you safe.”

  “Then I guess you’d better put your stuff away.” When it looked like she was going to try to argue with me again, I tried a different approach. “Do you want another woman to come in here and pretend to be my girlfriend? To take your place in my bed.”

  She was quick to snap, “Of course not.”

  “Good, because if our roles were reversed and some man felt like he could sleep next to you, it would be the last thing he ever did,” I growled. “I might not be a whiz with guns like you are or trained in martial arts, but you can be damn sure I would put my muscles to good use in taking him down. I protect what's mine.”

  With her lips curved up in a tiny grin, she didn’t look bothered by my threats of bodily harm against a figment of my imagination. “Am I yours?”

  The answer was obvious to me. “Hell yes, you are.”

  Her smile grew bigger. “Does that make you mine?”

  “Fuck, yeah.”

  She took a small step backward and eyed me up and down. “What am I going to do with you?”

  “I can think of a few things that would help us blow off some adrenaline after the day we just had.”

  “I like the way you think.” Crashing my mouth down over hers, I yanked her close again. Then I dropped my hands down to her perfect ass and lifted her off her feet. When she wrapped her legs around my waist, I groaned at the feel of her pussy pressed against my cock.

  I was desperate to get inside her as I strode out of the closet and over to the side of the bed. We ripped off our clothes and fell onto the mattress, our bodies already tangled together. She pumped my cock with her fist while
I nibbled and sucked at her tits. Sliding my hand between our bodies, I slid my fingers through her wetness. “Your pussy is drenched, angel.”

  Sera twined her arms around my neck and lifted her hips off the mattress to press closer. “Because I need you.”

  “You have me,” I promised, notching my dick at her entrance.

  “I want more.”

  “You’ll get it all,” I rasped as I buried my cock in her pussy. I didn’t bother going slow, setting a quick pace right off the bat.

  Sera met me thrust for thrust, her need as powerful as mine. “Yes! Just like that!”

  I wrapped her hair in my fist and tilted her head back to lick at her pulse point. Her nails dug into my back harder, and her pussy clamped down around my cock. When I circled my hips on the next thrust, she flew apart and took me with her. “Sera! Oh, fuck!” I bellowed as my orgasm crashed over me.

  “Wow,” she panted, collapsing against the pillows. “You managed to end my god-awful day on a monumental high.”

  I dropped down onto the mattress and pulled her close. “It’s only fair since you did the same for me.”

  Sera

  “I told you getting an extra ticket would be easy.” Britney plopped down in the seat next to me. “And I was right about who would give it up too.”

  I looked behind us and realized both girls from the game last Sunday were gone. I grinned at Britney. “Nice!”

  After Rachel, who was sitting on my other side, and Britney greeted each other, we settled in to watch the game. It was just as much fun as it had been the last time around. Maybe even more so because Rowan's team dominated.

  With five minutes left in the fourth quarter, they scored. Rowan threw another touchdown to pull ahead by two. After we were done cheering, Rachel leaned close and whispered, “I see the way you've been looking at him lately. Something has changed, hasn't it?”