by Ana Balen
“What?” I asked, that thing in my gut now trying to stop me from breathing.
I didn’t want her to go. Damnit, I wanted her all to myself, just for a little bit more. And then, I would not be thinking how things should have gone while I was under another cold shower.
“It’s your cheat day. We’re going for burgers,” she said like it was something we did all the time and I forgot.
She was almost jumping up and down on the spot the moment the word burgers left her mouth. I didn’t like fast food. I enjoyed my diet, but I didn’t tell her that. I went to her where she stood by the door, took my keys, and, through a smile, said, “Let’s go for burgers.”
From that moment on, she constantly asked me when my next cheat day was. She was determined to introduce me to all kinds of yummy food, as she called it. And every morning, she would taunt a donut or some kind of pastry under my nose. I didn’t feel even slightly tempted, the big order of a burger with fries and fried onion rings followed by cake left me nauseous for the rest of that day, but learning the fact that my Rory was a food and sugar addict was amusing enough.
“We need to talk,” Curt said, watching my hands as I fussed over the treats I laid out for Rory.
I needed everything to go perfect when she got here, so I could tell her she was mine, and then I would be able to actually cross some stuff on my list of things I planned on doing to her.
“About what?” I decided to get this over with.
It was easier to let Curt say what he came here to say so we can have peace later. Otherwise, he wouldn’t get out and that would piss Rory off and ruin my plans of a fun private afternoon.
“About your contract.”
Looking up I could see Curt had now gone to the couch and was sitting on it like he owned the place. Shit, he was going to drag this out.
“What about my contract?”
“I think you should reconsider signing a new one with the Denver Thunders.”
The words that came out of his mouth had me seeing red. Was he out of his mind? If he didn’t spit out and explain and do so soon, I feared I was going to kill him. I didn’t have the patience for Curt today. Actually, no, I didn’t have the patience for him at all anymore. And not ever if he was coming to my home with this bullshit.
“What?” I hissed, rounding the island and coming to stand in front of the coffee table. I watched Curt brush off an imaginary piece of lint from his tie then spread his arm wide on the back of the couch.
“I have a few new offers for you. Better ones. Generous ones,” as Curt was talking, a slow, calculating smile spread across his face. “Ones that would make you a very rich man and take you closer to home.”
“I don't want them. Tell them no. I'm staying with the Thunders.”
“Now, look here. Don't be like that. Did you hear what I said?” the smile was no longer present. Now, there was an undertone of rage hiding under Curt’s normal mask.
“I said no,” I repeated.
“Listen to me,” Curt stood up, pointing a finger at my chest.
“I said no!” I roared.
My whole body was twitching, fighting between staying in place and charging at Curt. How could Curt be so stupid? He knew how much the Denver Thunders meant to me. He knew how hard I worked all my life just so I would be where I was now. A starting QB for the Denver Thunders. And he wanted to take it all away from me?
“Is everything all right?” the soft question came from my left.
Rory was standing just inside the door, a nervous look on her face, ready to get out if needed.
“Yeah, baby,” I sighed, pushing my hand through my hair, blowing a deep breath out, trying to calm myself a little and going to her. “Could you do me a favor?” I had to actively remind him to speak softly, when all I wanted was to beat the shit out of Curt for even suggesting the insane idea. When all Rory did was nod, I reached out and squeezed her hand. “Could you please go to my room and wait for me there? Curt and I have a few things to discuss.” She looked from me to Curt and, nodding again, she squeezed my hand back in support then went and did what I needed her to do.
“Baby?” Curt sneered when the door to my bedroom closed behind Rory. “Is she the reason you're passing up this golden opportunity?”
Checking one last time that she was inside and couldn’t hear any of this, I stalked over to Curt and got in his face.
“From the moment you signed me as your client, you knew what I wanted. You knew, and you still know how hard I worked for it. You know what my plans are regarding my career. And you also know the only team I want to play for is the Denver Thunders.” I shook my head, unable to believe what was happening. “If you ever come to me with a crazy idea like that…If you ever even suggest I should leave all I have here behind, just so you can get more money out of me, you're going to find yourself penniless. Remember, we too, have a contract. And as I remember, I made you put in that you’ll ask me before any decision is made and you’ll listen to what I want. What I want, Curt. Not how much money there is to get, not how far you think it could advance my career. You knew from the moment you approached me that I wanted only one team. And you also know that if I find out you didn’t do as you’re supposed to, I can not only get rid of your ass, but you also have to pay the penalties. You thought I was just some stupid jock, but I’ve proven to you again and again that I have a brain in my head. So, don’t do anything stupid, my friend. Don't make me fire you, Curt,” I turned around, done with him, my intention now on getting to Rory. “Now get out of my house.”
Still fighting the anger that was coursing through me, I opened the door and found Rory sitting on my bed. How could Curt be so fucking stupid? He knew how much this meant to me. And yeah, all he saw in me was a paycheck, since he demanded fifteen percent. Curt should know better though. My father added a stipulation in the final deal that even though Curt was my manager, he still had to consider what I wanted. He should be jumping at the chance to make everything I wanted to happen, happen. He should look for my benefit, and not his own. Why would he be so stupid as to go opposite of what was negotiated, of what they both signed?
And to suggest Rory had something to do with me choosing to stay? Sure, she was beautiful, she was smart, and she was funny. Whenever I was with her, nothing else had a place in my life. She was my only focus. She was mine, damnit. And nothing else mattered. Fuck, she was the most important thing in my life, and I couldn't stand the idea of leaving her, let alone actually doing it.
I needed her by my side.
So, yeah, she was a huge reason. Fuck, when the hell did that happened? When did Rory become more important than even football? I don’t give a fuck, I thought as I slowly walked over to her not wanting to scare her. The only thing that was important was to fucking finally let her in on the play of things. To let her know she was mine.
“We need to talk,” she stood up, watching me come in the room.
“Yeah, we do,” I managed to push out over the lump in my throat. Fuck, I didn't even recognize my voice.
“You,” she started to no doubt spew some shit about last night’s kiss, but I didn't let her. I had no interest in hearing what she was about to say, since I knew it was a lie, she tried to convince herself of. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.
“I'm going to kiss you now,” I whispered as I came to stand in front of her, leaving barely an inch of space between us.
And I did just that.
From the moment my lips touched hers, a current started to fly through me making my pulse go sky high. As I touched my tongue to her upper lip, she let out a small moan, opened her mouth, and let me in without any coaxing.
Fuck yeah, she was mine.
“Do you know how much I think about your lips?” I murmured a second before I plunged my tongue inside her mouth, not giving her a chance to answer, exploring every inch of it. Drinking from her.
My hands went from her neck, down her side and found the hem of her shirt and, pushing under it,
touching her soft skin, they went up, taking the shirt with them.
“Do you know how many times I’ve wondered how soft your skin is?”
Reaching the edge of her bra, I swiped its cups with my thumbs and moving my hands up again, I pushed her shirt up and over her head. Throwing it away, I looked at her, barely able to stop from tackling her to the bed. There she was, standing before me in nothing but her leggings and black sports bra.
Fuck, she was a vision. A dream in the flesh.
Reaching out, I slowly dragged my knuckles from the base of her neck, her breaths coming rapidly, mimicking mine, over her breastbone to her right tit, watching goose bumps chase my fingers.
“Do you know how much I think about your tits?” I mused, not looking away from the nipple trying to break out of the cup. “How perfect they would be?” I continued in my musings and pinched her through her bra, rolling the nipple between my fingers, making Rory gasp in response. “What your nipples look like…how they would taste?” I leaned down and took a nipple in my mouth, tasting cotton.
“Jason,” Rory whispered, bowing her back to give me more.
I pushed her bra out of the way and finally tasted skin. Cupping her breast, not waiting even a second, I went right back, and bit then licked her nipple.
“Jason,” Rory moaned, her knees buckling, her hands now at my shoulders.
Not breaking contact but instead taking big pulls and alternately teasing her with my tongue, I pushed Rory on the bed and lay on top of her. Letting it go with a loud pop, I switched sides and gave the same attention to her other tit.
“Candy,” I murmured.
Instinctively, I knew she was losing her patience when her hands dove under my T-shirt, and scratching the skin on my back with her little nails, she tore it off me. My focus was solely on her, her hair a disaster from thrashing her head all over the bed, her lips swollen from mine, her breaths coming fast. God, she was beautiful. As I watched her, I trailed my palm down her stomach to her thighs.
“Do you know how many times I’ve imagined your pussy while I was under a cold spray of my shower?” I gave her a cocky smile when I saw her eyes go wide. Half expecting her to push me off, I reached into her panties, touching only soft skin. “Are you wet for me, baby?” I whispered, leaning down to lightly kiss her lips. “Have you done the same? Have you touched yourself thinking about me?”
I was sure my cock was going to explode if I didn't bury myself in her soon.
“Yes,” when she whispered her surprising answer, I lost all control.
Kneeling down on the floor, my frantic hands came to her pants and I tore her leggings and panties off, not stopping to even check if I shocked her. She spread her legs open, granting me with a view of pink perfection.
“Christ,” I growled, reaching in my back pocket with one hand, taking my wallet out, then a condom. My other was pulling open the buttons of my jeans, freeing my hard dick. I tore the wrapper open and rolled it on, never looking away from Rory's pussy. All the while, Rory was impatiently shifting on the bed, opening and closing her legs, teasing me with this twisted game of peek-a-boo.
“Hurry,” she whispered, looking at me down her body.
I reached out, my palms going to her knees then up her thighs, spreading her legs wider. I came to stand over her, and I whispered the last, most important question, “Do you know you're mine?” just before I slammed into her in one swift move.
“Fuck,” I hissed when she started pulsating all around me. If she kept that up, I was not going to last.
“Move,” she demanded through her hard breaths.
“Not yet,” I grunted as her muscles flexed. Christ, if I did, I would come in a second.
“Move, Jason.” She circled my waist with her legs, her hand going to my neck, bringing her lips right to mine, her other hand on my shoulder.
Opening my eyes, all I could see was my Rory, all I could smell was her, and all I could feel was her soft skin and wet silk. “Are you mine, Rory?”
“Yes, Jason,” she moaned as I moved a little.
Pushing my hand under her, I tilted her ass and started thrusting. I wanted to take it slow, I wanted to explore every inch of her body, I wanted to let her know how much I wanted her, and how much I needed her. But as her moans and whimpers teased my ears, as her muscles started squeezing my dick harder and faster, I got lost.
“Rory,” I grunted when she squeezed me like a vise, threw her head back, and opened her mouth as she came.
Bucking into her five more times, I pushed my face into her neck, smelling her, and gave over to the most intense orgasm of my life. Sometime after, I didn't even know how long I stayed buried inside her like that, she started to lightly scratch my back, almost purring as she felt me kissing her neck.
“Are you okay?” I whispered between kisses, not ready to let her go just yet.
“Yeah,” she sighed, circling her arms around me, giving me a hug with all her limbs, and reminding me I was giving her all my weight and was probably crushing her in the process. Going up on my elbows, I looked down at her.
“God, you're beautiful.”
The sweet, shy smile that made an appearance on her face was like a punch to my chest, knocking the breath out of me. I knew without a doubt that I would do anything for her smiles, but this one, the one that let me know just how much she let me see her, that she gave herself over to me completely, was something I would die to protect.
“You wanted to talk to me?” I quirked a brow at her, not wanting her to realize how much she had let me in and snatch it away.
Her palms came to my face and, pulling it down, she kissed my lips lightly before she pushed me back. Her smile huge, she said, “You're cleared for practice.”
Chapter Seven
Rory
“Oh, God,” I whimpered, seeing the image in the mirror.
I was bent at the waist, my hands on the white marble of Jason's vanity, my lips red going on purple and bluish in some places from Jason kissing me brutally the moment I stepped out of the shower. My hair that was once secured in a bun on the back of my head so I wouldn't get it wet in the shower was now falling down in all directions, some of it caught on the sharp, short spikes of Jason's hair at the side of his head. I barely reached his collarbone when he was standing up, but he bowed his head deep into my neck, making sure we touched everywhere. He was cocooning me, his chest flush with my back, bowing into me. I watched in the mirror as one of his hands cupped my breast, the fingers bringing me to the edge of insanity, his other arm around my waist, holding and preventing me from falling or impaling myself on the vanity. At the same time, he was pulling me into him, onto his cock. His muscles flexed with his every thrust into me. The slight tan of his skin complemented my porcelain flesh. We were the polar opposite, yet we fit perfectly.
“Hurry, baby,” he muttered into my ear and went right back to nipping the skin of my neck.
“God,” I moaned when once again, I took in the beauty that was reflecting opposite me.
“Babe, let go,” he grunted.
I wanted to; I really did.
But what he was doing to me, how he was holding me, and those fingers of his that were now pulling me harder, had me holding on with everything in me just so I could prolong the feeling of him.
Him all over me, him inside me.
“I can't,” I panted. “I need....” I didn't finish telling him what I needed, since I didn't even know what that was. It didn't matter, because Jason did.
I watched transfixed as the arm he had clamped around my waist loosened, his palm trailing along the skin to my navel then going down.
Right at the center of me.
“Jason,” I moaned. And when his thumb did a delicious little swirl, I lost the sight of us.
I let go.
The climax that tore through me was so glorious I had no other choice but to close my eyes and throw my head back where it collided with Jason's shoulder. It was magnificent.
“Than
k fuck,” he groaned as he stopped thrusting and started to glide. His tremors only managed to bring me back up to the peak.
I reached back with my arm, my palm going over his head, his short hair tickling, pushed my face closer to him, smelling his hair, and I hummed in pleasure. Feeling his hands start roaming my body, I was stunned at how good it felt, how right.
But most of all, how familiar it was.
I knew if there ever came a time when I wouldn't be able to have it anymore, to have him, I would miss it like crazy. We were together for five weeks, and this was how deep he was already rooted in me. And yet, every day, I was waiting for something to happen that would take him away from me. I told myself I was being silly, that nothing would happen, but unfortunately, there were signs that marred the perfection that was this past month and told me otherwise.
After the first time we were together and I told Jason he was clear to practice, the smile that spread across his face was that of a kid at Christmas.
The words barely left my mouth before he leaned down, gave me a hard kiss, then jumped off and said, “Get dressed. It starts in an hour. We're going to be late.”
I was confused and a little alarmed at the sudden change, but even more curious about the fact that he apparently wanted me there. Sure, I had clearance with the team, since I had to give him his cortisone shots, but he didn't know that yet. “You want me to go with you?”
“Of course, baby,” he said, turning just his head and giving me a wink over his shoulder. “Why wouldn't I?”
“I don't know,” I didn't know how to explain it.
One moment, I was just his therapist; the next, he was kissing me or I was kissing him and then we had sex. Mind-blowing sex, for sure, but still. And now, I suddenly got access to all corners of his life. I was fully prepared to talk to him and pass him on to another therapist, my reputation of sticking through with a patient be damned, because I wanted him more than anything. I even had a speech prepared to recite before I jumped him and demanded he fuck me.