Third and Long: A Sports Romance

by Caitlyn Maxwell

  “That wasn’t my impression of you,” I say, slipping my shorts down.

  Logan looks disappointed that he’s not the one that gets to undress me, so I stop. He comes over and suddenly those familiar hands are on my ass, feeling me, undressing me, taking me.

  Soon I’m completely naked, standing before my man. Being naked feels right. My sex yearns for Logan’s touch. My fingers curl over the waist band of his shorts. Before I pull them down, his gorgeous blue eyes catch mine, and I can’t help but stop and stare into his mesmerizing face.

  “Logan,” I murmur.

  “Yeah Tam,” he says, his body quivering, anticipating that I’m about to touch his naked cock.

  “I want to hear it,” I say, thinking to myself that I’m Tamber Long, and I can make demands.

  He looks at me dumbfounded at first. All it takes is a small smile from me for him to figure out what I want.

  “At this point,” he says, “I feel like we’ve waited too long to say it.”

  “You’re not getting out of this,” I say. Don’t ruin the moment, I scream in my head.

  “I don’t have to get out of it,” he says.

  “Why?”

  “Because I fucking love you Tamber, and I’ll tell anyone who asks that I love Tamber Long.”

  “Oh fuck,” I say, a shiver runs up my spine, and I drop his drawers.

  His big cock comes out of his shorts even harder than last time.

  “I love you too, Logan Oliver,” I say, taking his cock into my hand.

  “The Third,” he says.

  “Shut up and make love to me, ya big dummy,” I say, stroking the shaft of his impossibly hard manhood.

  He fumbles with the condom wrapper. I can tell he’s sweating. It’s unbelievable that a guy with this much confidence is struggling that with a condom wrapper. The whole time he’s working at it, I’m slowly stroking his massive manhood. There’s nothing so incredible as feeling my man’s body respond to my every touch.

  I want him in me so badly that I grab the condom wrapper out his hand.

  “You’re killing me Logan,” I say with a grin.

  I rip it open with one motion, pull the condom out and then get on my knees.

  “Damn girl,” he mutters.

  The condom slips over the swollen tip of his cock, and I roll it down until he’s all wrapped up. Looking up at his face, his penetrating blue eyes catch mine. We stare at each other as I hold his wrapped up manhood.

  “You’re all I want,” I say.

  In response he pulls up and against his naked body. I feel his cock press against my sex, my body longing to feel him inside. We kiss as my naked body presses against his. Wrapped in his arms, every muscle in my body screams that this is right, that this was meant to be.

  “What are you waiting for?” he asks playfully.

  His rock hard abs flex as he sits down on the bench. As I mount him, his powerful core keeps us steady. I run my fingers through his hair and we kiss. His hands grip the bench, holding us steady. This is without a doubt the most awkward sex a person could ever have, and I don’t even care.

  I can feel his manhood press searching for my sex. I grab his cock and guide him to me. When his cock touches my sex, I shudder. I can feel him teasing me, and I want it all. He slides into me, and my naked body slides down his. At first it hurts. He’s so big! Then my sex accepts him and I take him into me. My thighs soon meet his as I take more of him into me.

  Our eyes meet again, and we can’t help but kiss. Once he’s fully inside me, he lets go of the bench and wraps his strong arms around me. I grab his wrists and guide his hands to my sides. He holds me around the waist and guides me as I ride up and down his manhood.

  “God Logan,” I say panting.

  “Fuck, your pussy is amazing,” he groans.

  All frustration melts from my body as Logan and I become one. Our lips touch, our tongues touch, every inch of our body intertwines in the intense passion of raw love.

  Inside me I can feel the passion building. Logan growls like a lion, and I remember what Gwen said, warning me that making love to athlete would be too much. When Logan kisses me about the neck I start to understand what she means.

  He holds my body firm, plunging into me, falling into an intense rhythm, and all I can do is hold him and enjoy him.

  At first he was slow and tender. Now he can’t help himself. He controls my body, thrusting into me with his intense power over and over. Riding on top of him, I’m helpless to his passion. Each pounding thrust is mine to enjoy.

  His muscles flex, his body heaves with power, his lips kiss me hard about the neck and breasts before finding their way back to my waiting lips.

  With each passing moment our passion intensifies. He thrusts into me, holding my body in his grip, making me belong to him. I can feel him reaching with me. We’re both approaching joy together. My body shakes with unbridled excitement shedding in that moment all anxiety, all fear, all hesitancy.

  When we come, we come together. When Logan explodes, he howls like a wild animal unleashed. I cry out and collapse against his body. Our sweat and sex intertwine in one.

  I will never love another man like Logan Oliver III.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  Logan

  For the record I took Tamber out to breakfast afterward. We showered together right there in the locker room, and it was all I could do not to take her again. She wore some of my way oversized gym clothes out for coffee and a bagel. I’m sure we got some knowing looks, but neither of us cared.

  After that I walked her back to her apartment. Once again she didn’t invite me inside. I got the sense that Gwen was waiting right on other side of the door to ask Tamber how she could possibly leave to go for a run and end up coming back wearing my clothes.

  During my sole class for the day, I spent the entire lecture fantasizing about Tamber’s incredible body. I told her that I love her, and I meant it. What do I do with that now? I feel like I’ve got my life no more under control than when Katerina Prescott was parading me around Rome and Houston for a week.

  When Coach Ainsworth convenes a meeting in the locker room prior to hitting the field, he dances around the major issue: I absolutely lost last week’s game for us. It was my unfocused play. Totally Tamber’s fault by the way. Speaking of Tamber, I’m trying my best to not laugh at the fact that Cam is sitting on the bench where we made love this morning.

  Last Saturday every guy in the room except Cam refused to hang with us after the game. He was only there out of friendship and nothing else.

  The rest of the team is rightfully pissed off at me. We were headed to the national championship. That path seems to be closed now barring some miracle.

  Coach goes over some basics that he wants us to work on today. They’re all offense oriented: running routes, blocking defenders, tackling guys that intercept me. That last one stings. Every player on the team knows it. As soon as Coach says it, everyone looks at me.

  My hand still smarts from hitting that guy at The Library. Cam pulled me off him. The cops put me in cuffs and the paparazzi had a field day taking pictures with me. The school nearly suspended me for a game until the police acquitted me of any charges.

  I stand up and Coach notices. Normally he’d tell a cocky punk like me to sit down and wait to be called on. Today he doesn’t. Today he knows I have to speak.

  “Let me just say that I fucked up,” I say.

  “No shit bro,” Terry Allan, our cornerback says.

  “I was unfocused. My mind was everywhere. I should have taken myself out of the game,” I say.

  “Thought I’d never hear a quarterback admit the obvious,” De’andre Michaels, the free safety yells from the back of the locker room.

  “That’s not going to happen again. I’m not going to let that happen again. It’s all on me, and it’s on me to fix it,” I say.

  Every single guy on the team is staring at me. I’m looking around the room hoping someone, anyone will say so
mething. This is getting real awkward, real fast. Finally, Mason Chandler, the full back steps forward. He’s a big guy. Twice my size. If he wanted to, he could break me in half.

  “You know we were fucking mad at you,” he says.

  “I should have been on the bus home. That was bullshit of me,” I say.

  He takes another step forward with a mean look in his eye. When Coach turns his back, I prepare for the worst. If I through my hands up, then I’ll have lost the guys forever. I grit my teeth waiting for Mason to do his worst.

  “Shit motherfucker, we don’t care about that. We just want you to win,” Mason says throwing his arm around me. “Hey give this asshole another chance? Will you?”

  A general acceptance spreads through the all the guys. Relief washes over me. All day long I was afraid of facing these guys and letting them down. Ultimately they don’t care what happened last week, they only want to know that we’re going to win next week.

  If only my parents would be so accepting of Tamber and understanding that I have no interest in Katerina.

  The team hits the field and practice runs smoothly. I’m hitting all my receivers from Cam to my tight ends. Mason beasts through our practice squad defense. When we play first string on first string, all our defensive guys hit all their coverage marks, and I still manage to put the ball where it needs to go. I’m feeling good. The team’s feeling good. We can turn this thing around next week.

  Making Tamber mine got her out of my head. Earning her body eased my obsession. I’m able to focus on football again.

  After practice Coach calls me into his office. He offers me a seat and shuts the door behind me.

  “So you’re getting engaged?” he asks as he walks around me and takes a seat at his desk.

  Coach Ainsworth has always been like a second father to me. The father that actually likes watching me play football, the father that encourages me to follow my dreams.

  I can’t even answer Coach’s question. How can I say that I’m getting engaged when I made love to Tamber this morning? Between my parents and Katerina and Tamber, I feel like I’m smashed between three linebackers out on the field.

  “This girl Katerina seems nice,” Coach says.

  “I can’t stand her,” I say.

  “I thought you might say that. I figured there was a reason you were fighting losers at the bar,” Coach says. “Your dad pick her out?” There’s never been many secrets between me and Coach. Like I said, he’s a second father to me.

  I nod my head slowly, finding it hard to look at the man in the face because he can read me like a book.

  “That also why you played like shit last week?”

  I almost say yes until I remember that Katerina isn’t the reason at all.

  “Actually I played like shit because I’m completely in love with this other girl.”

  Coach busts up laughing. He’s in tears.

  “Something I said?”

  “Logan, you’ve always loved to make things so fucking hard on yourself. Your parents set you up with a princess and you fall in love with a local girl?” he asks.

  “That about says it all yeah.”

  “She a Texas girl?”

  “By way of Oklahoma.”

  “And you love her?”

  “I do.”

  Coach gets up and walks around me. His heavy hands come to rest on my shoulders, patting me twice. Then he continues to the door and looks out at the players packing their gear away.

  “I’m always going to take a Texan over a Yankee, you know that,” Coach says.

  “My dad wants to disown me for going into the draft. If I don’t marry Katerina, he’s going to kill me.”

  “Ah, he won’t kill you son. Your dad talks a big game, but part of being a man is standing up to a guy like him even if he is your dad.”

  “What do you think I should do Coach? Every time I turn on the news they say I’m falling in the draft anyway.”

  He turns and leans against the door. Coach never makes a decision lightly, and he takes a long time considering this one.

  “You’re a real talent Logan. You’re going to have a nice long career in the pros. Your dad might pull your trust fund. You might get drafted late. None of that matters because you will get on a team, and with an arm like yours? You will be a champ. What’s more important to you: a comfortable life or a chance at glory?”

  I can feel the football in my hand, and it’s not even there. It’s hard to imagine a life without the game I love. Then I realize what he means. Katerina, the comfortable life. Tamber, a chance at glory.

  “Who’s the girl by the way?” he asks. “Anyone I know?”

  “Tamber Long. I don’t think you know her.”

  Coach’s face lights up. “Oh yeah I’ve heard of her. My daughter Bailey’s been working on a project with her all semester. Bailey raves about her! Says she’s saved their ass time and again.”

  “Her family life is kind of a mess. Polar opposite of mine,” I say, leaving out all the rough details.

  “Compliments don’t come easy from my daughter. If she says Tamber is the real deal then that’s good enough for me,” Coach says.

  “That about says it all,” I say.

  Coach opens the door to his office signaling that the meeting is over. Before I can walk out, he stops me and rests a hand on my shoulder.

  “Son. If it’s me? That isn’t even a choice at all.”

  He closes his office door behind me. He’s right. There is no choice. A moment of clarity washes over me.

  Before practice, I told the team that I was going to fix my game. That next week would be different. Now I need to do the same for Tamber. I need to be the man that I am on the football field and throw a touchdown in her heart.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  Tamber

  When you’re as twisted up on the inside as me, you find yourself doing immensely unlikable things.

  “I can’t believe your mom is in jail,” Gwen says as we drive out of Rome onto the highway toward Eden.

  Case in point. My heart feels like it is going to tear in two, so I’m doing the one thing I hate: visiting my mom in jail. Gwen’s the only one of us with a car, and she wouldn’t give me the keys unless I told her. Over the years I told her a few things about my upbringing, but never that my mom took the fall for my dad’s bad drug deal. The cops busted her when my dad wasn’t even in the car. Now she’s in jail, and he’s still working away at his soulless factory job.

  “I can’t believe I let you drag me out to bumfuck Texas,” Gwen says in the passenger seat of her own car as the streetlights fall back and give way to wide open fields.

  “Thanks babe. You know I hate this fucking place as much as you do,” I say.

  After Logan and I made love, he took me to breakfast. Then he walked me back to my apartment. We held hands the entire way, and I found myself wishing that this is exactly how I want the rest of my life to be. Then I remembered Katerina and Logan’s familial obligations. We’re starcrossed lovers, but I don’t want to get hurt.

  As soon as I walked through the door, I told Gwen to grab her keys, and we took off. I have this overwhelming urge to see my mom. I need to clear the air.

  There was always an uneasiness between my mom and me. I have never understood why she does everything for dad. Every stupid choice she’s made in her life has been for a man who isn’t worth the ground she walks on in my opinion.

  My mom was arrested during my freshman year. I go back to visit her occasionally, and every time I’m disappointed by the woman that she’s allowed herself to become. She could have been a lawyer, and now she needs one.

  “As soon as I graduate and get that dentist money, I’m buying you your own fucking car,” Gwen says.

  “I would still drag you along with me,” I say.

  “Just hurry up and marry Logan so he can fly you around everywhere in a helicopter.”

  If only it were that easy.

  We pull off the one-lane high
way into a gas station that lies on the outskirts of Eden. The prison is up the road, but we need gas because Gwen never keeps the tank full.

  “Not sure he’s going to marry me Gwen.” I hop out the car and start pumping gas.

  “You guys fucked. He told you that he loved you. What more do you need?”

  Besides the obvious like a ring? Hilariously, I still have the fake engagement ring in my night stand. That will have to go back to him eventually.

  “His dad will disown him if he doesn’t marries Katerina. Would you throw away your trust fund for me?”

  Gwen throws herself dramatically against her car seat.

  “A man giving up everything for me? How fucking romantic! I would come right there if he proposed. He wouldn’t even have to fuck me. I’d just be like ‘give me a minute.’”

  I try to get that image out of my head. I’ve seen Gwen post-coitus enough lately.

  As soon as the car is full of gas once more, we hit the road. The prison rises up on the right and as usual the place is basically deserted. They don’t get many visitors here.

  Gwen waits outside to smoke a cigarette as I head in to chat with the woman that I’ve been trying to avoid for years.

  They sit me down behind the bullet proof glass and I wait. I’m the only one in the visiting room. The intense quiet is so strange. Eventually, the guards escort my mom in. She’s dressed in orange, but otherwise not handcuffed.

  Her face lights up when she sees me, and she rushes over to the phone so fast that the guard has to tell her to slow down.

  “Tamber,” she says. That one word sends me back to my childhood, sitting in the kitchen of our small two-bedroom apartment wondering if everyone else lived like us. I’ve seen enough of Logan’s mansion to know that isn’t even remotely true.

  “Mom.” When I say her name, I can hear her voice quiver. Mary and I don’t come to visit her much. We leave those duties to Nell, who always brings along some good vibes and positive energy.

  “It’s good to see you,” she says.

  Normally, I sit here struggling with what to say to her. Today, I know exactly what I want to ask.

  “Mom why did you do all those things for dad? Why him?”