by B. B. Hamel
I had almost kissed him. Noah had seen us in a pretty bad position, but that wasn’t the worst thing. I could just say that it was a misunderstanding.
But it wasn’t. I had been about to kiss Owen, or he had been about to kiss me. I couldn’t tell, but I knew what my body wanted.
I wanted him to strip me slowly and fuck me roughly up against the steel locker doors.
And that was so very dangerous.
8
Owen
By Monday after the game, I was walking on my knee without pain. That was a fucking relief, because if my knee were really fucked up, my career could be done.
I had more at stake than just my career. There were dark things complicating everything I did, things I wasn’t proud of. Nobody knew about them, and nobody could know about them, because that would ruin me.
Worse, it would ruin my grandmother. She was in her late eighties and not in the best health. She couldn’t take care of herself anymore, so I was putting most of my money into paying for her long-term care facility. She was being taken care of only because I could afford to pay for it.
I hadn’t always been able to afford that, though. At my worst, when her money was running out and I had nothing to offer her, I had made a decision. I had made a decision that would change my life forever.
But that didn’t matter. My knee was okay, and I was going to live to play another day. I couldn’t admit to Taylor how damn worried I was about my injury, but I figured she could tell.
Monday’s practice came and went. I did okay, with minimal pain. Coach seemed to sense that I was holding back, and he let me off a little earlier than normal. I hit the ice bath and then had a short session with Taylor before heading home.
Tuesday came and went in much the same way. People always thought that professional athletes led these amazing, fun-filled lives, but that was far from the truth.
We had to work hard to stay at the top. That meant we didn’t have time to mess around when we were in season. My days were all about football, and my nights were all about resting my body. There was nothing else for me.
I wanted more, though. After practice on Tuesday, I found myself alone in my damn apartment, staring at the television. Back in college I always had people around me, and sometimes that got exhausting. But now that I was in the pros, I had the opposite problem. I was alone a lot of the time, living in my own apartment not too far from our practice facilities.
I looked at my phone, and I had an idea. It was a whim, a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing, but as soon as I thought of it, I couldn’t help myself.
I quickly sent a text. “I need some extra work.”
Taylor responded almost immediately. “What do you mean? You should be resting.”
“Not practice. I need some extra work with you.”
“It’s late, Owen. Get some sleep.”
I looked at the clock. It was only nine.
“It’s not late. Come to the facility. I’ll send a car.”
“I can’t. It’s after hours.”
“So? I need you to stretch me out.”
She was silent for a few minutes. I pictured her debating whether or not she should go in for this, but I knew she would.
She couldn’t help herself.
“Fine,” she said finally. “Send the car. I’ll stay for an hour.”
“See you soon.”
I was grinning to myself as I called the car service and sent them to her apartment. I got changed and headed out, walking down toward the facilities.
I knew it would take her about ten minutes, maybe fifteen, to get there. I walked at a leisurely pace, thinking about what had happened to get me to this place.
I was just some poor fucking kid from a bad neighborhood. I just liked playing football and smashing bodies. I was lucky as fuck, and I knew plenty of people from my hometown who’d had a better upbringing than I had who weren’t nearly as lucky as I was. I was making tons of cash and playing in the NFL. Not many people got that sort of privilege.
And yet I just kept thinking about Taylor. I should have been out every night, fucking new girls, but instead I was too busy thinking about her. I didn’t know what it was, but that one night had set me on fucking fire. I had to have more, and every time she pretended like she didn’t want to get close, it just made me want her that much more.
I finally made it to the facility. The side door was unlocked, and I headed inside. Down the hall I saw that the workout room’s light was on. As I poked my head inside, Taylor was leaning up against the wall, texting.
“You showed,” I said.
“I showed.” She was wearing her normal work outfit.
“Come on.”
“Where are you going?”
“You’ll see.”
I turned and left the room. I heard her run to catch up with me. “I thought you wanted a workout.”
“I decided I need something more relaxing.”
“We shouldn’t be in here, Owen. If you want to relax, do it back at home.”
“Come on. Don’t worry so much.”
She sighed. “We’re not all superstars, you know.”
“What’s that mean?”
“It means I’m expendable. If we get caught, who do you think gets in trouble?”
I shrugged. “Nobody, because I’ll protect you.” I grinned at her. “But nothing is going to happen.”
I stopped outside the main training room and flipped the light on. Taylor frowned as I crossed toward the back door and tossed it open. Inside was a large whirlpool, basically a hot tub to help guys relax after grueling cold-weather workouts.
I hit a few switches and the thing came to life. Taylor shook her head.
“No way,” she said.
“Why not? Nothing more relaxing than a hot tub.”
“I’m not allowed in there.”
“You can stand and watch if you want.” I stripped off my shirt and shorts, standing there in nothing but my black boxer briefs. “But I’m getting in.”
She stared at me and then quickly looked away. I laughed as I climbed into the water, slipping below the hot, bubbling surface.
“I should go,” she said, but she didn’t move.
“Come on. You’re here. Might as well join me.”
She stared at me for a second. “You’re just trying to get me to take my clothes off.”
“Guilty.”
She sighed and then shook her head. “This is crazy.” She stripped off her shirt, slipped out of her shorts, and quickly got into the tub.
I stared at her body as she moved. The girl was absolutely fucking beautiful, and my cock was hard as fuck as I thought about taking that bra off and slipping my fat cock between her legs. I wanted those pretty lips wrapped around my cock. I wanted her to moan as she sucked me hard. I wanted to watch her swallow every fucking drop.
She sat on the opposite side of the hot tub from me, biting her lip.
“Not so bad. Right?” I said.
“It’s okay. I still think this is a bad idea.”
“Loosen up, Taylor,” I said. “You’re here. Might as well enjoy it.”
She sighed and nodded. “Fine.”
“How did you end up here anyway?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m just wondering how you ended up as a physical therapist.”
“I’ve always wanted to help people, and I’ve always liked sports. I guess those two things just led me here.”
“You must be pretty smart if you’re working for a pro team.”
“Thanks. I got lucky.” She leaned back, relaxing. “How did you end up a player anyway?”
“The usual story. Bad childhood, got in trouble, found football, played hard, went to college, and here I am.”
“Doesn’t sound usual to me.”
“Maybe not.” I grinned at her. “I just happen to be good at running with a football. That’s all there is.”
“What was it like being raised by your grandmother?”
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“I don’t know. Like getting raised by anyone else, I guess. I don’t know anything else.” I moved across the bench, getting closer to her. She watched me, but she didn’t move away. “What was it like having normal parents?”
“Okay, I guess. I miss home sometimes.”
“Me too, weirdly enough.”
“Would you go back?”
“Probably not. But sometimes I wish I could get a piece of what I left behind, you know?”
“I think so.”
“Just a little bit. Just a little comfort. It’d be nice to be able to go to a club without having my picture taken.”
“That’s what you give up when you join the NFL.”
“True. But try telling that to a college kid.”
“You’re still basically just a college kid.”
I laughed. “True. I’ve only been out of school for a little while. It just feels longer.”
“You’re an old soul.”
“Not exactly.” I put my arms up on the side of the tub. Taylor was closer to me, and she seemed much more relaxed than I’d seen her in a while. She was talking easily and even smiling. Normally it would be a chore just getting her to crack a little grin.
“How’s the knee?” she asked.
“I think it’s fine.”
“You had me worried.”
“I had me worried, too.
I was the one with the injury.”
“Your injuries are my responsibility.”
I grinned at her. “But if I get injured, you’ll get to spend plenty of time with me.”
“I already spend too much with you.”
“We both know that’s not true.”
“Twice a day? That’s plenty.”
“Please. You go home and think about me. You haven’t stopped thinking about that night at the club.”
“Yeah. I keep worrying I’ll turn up in some sports gossip blog and get fired.”
“You’re here because you want to find out what was going to happen between us.”
“I’m here because you said you wanted another workout.”
“Bullshit.” I moved closer to her and reached up, taking her hair in my hand. She gasped, her lips parted. She didn’t move an inch. “You knew what this was. You can lie and pretend all you want, but we both know the truth. We both know what you want.”
“What do I want, Owen?”
“You want me to take that nice, tight little pussy of yours and fuck you until you can’t breathe.”
“Owen—”
I stopped whatever she was going to say next by kissing her.
She instantly kissed me back, just like I knew she would. She wrapped her arms around me as I pulled her tight against me, our nearly naked, soaking bodies pressed up against each other.
I loved the way she tasted. I loved the small noises she made as she kissed me. I grabbed her hips and pulled her on top of me. She straddled me easily, and I felt her little cunt against my hard cock under the water as she continued kissing me, arching her back and moaning softly.
I began to roll her hips along my length, rubbing her spot against me. She moaned, and I kissed her neck. “This is what you wanted,” I said. “You wanted my cock nice and hard against you.”
“This is a bad idea,” she said.
“Maybe. But it feels fucking good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” she admitted, gasping.
“It feels good because you fucking want it.” I reached down under the water with one hand, tipping her head back by pulling her hair with the other. I found her pussy and slipped my hand beneath her panties. Her pussy was soaking wet, not from the hot tub, but from her own desire for me.
I began to rub her clit, and she moaned low. I kissed her lips against, hard, and pulled her against me. I pressed my fingers deep inside her and felt her fingers dig into my shoulders.
“Fuck,” she gasped. “Owen.”
“I love it when you pretend like you’re not thinking about me fucking you rough, breaking your little body with my big strong cock.”
“I don’t think about that.”
“Yes, you do. You want to know if I can take you and keep you, break you and make you mine. That’s exactly what gets you soaking fucking wet.”
“You asshole.”
“Maybe, but your pussy says I’m telling the truth.”
She bit her lip as I slowly pressed my fingers inside her again.
“Owen,” she gasped.
And then there was a noise from the other room.
We both paused, sitting completely still. I slowly moved my fingers out from her panties.
“What was that?” she asked, genuine fear in her voice.
“Stay,” I said, gently moving her aside. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my fucking raging hard on as I climbed out of the tub.
There were more noises. My heart was hammering in my chest. I grabbed a towel from the stack beside the door and wrapped it around my waist before stepping back out into the main training room.
A janitor was emptying trashcans. He looked up, surprised to see me.
“Sorry,” he said. “Thought everyone was gone.”
“You scared me shitless,” I said.
“Sorry,” he repeated. “I’ll come back.”
“Thanks.
He nodded and quickly left the room.
I smiled to myself and laughed softly. I went back into the hot tub room.
“It’s okay,” I said. “Just the janitor. He’s gone.”
But Taylor was already out and toweling off.
“I should go,” she said.
“No. You should stay.”
“I really can’t.”
I sighed. “You don’t have to run away from this.”
She looked at me for a second. “You’re dangerous, Owen Rack. I should stay far, far away.”
“Maybe,” I admitted. “Probably more dangerous than you realize. But you should stay, and you should let me finish what I started.”
She shook her head and got dressed. “Can you call me that car?”
“Sure,” I said, giving in. I got my phone and called them as she finished getting ready, wringing her hair out and tying it back into a bun.
I walked with her to the front of the facility. The car pulled up maybe five minutes later.
“See you tomorrow,” she said.
“I’ll be thinking about you when I get home,” I answered, “just like I know you’ll be thinking about me.”
She gave me one last look and then got into the car and was gone.
“Damn,” I said softly to myself, unable to stop smiling.
I headed back to my apartment, grinning the whole way.
9
Taylor
I nearly did exactly what I had told myself I wasn’t going to do.
And it had felt incredible.
Owen was amazing. His body was rough and ripped, and his cock had been thick against me as he rocked my hips along his length. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to kiss him, especially after wanting it for so long.
He simply took me, just like I knew he would. When he pulled me against him, I knew I was lost, knew I was going to do whatever he wanted me to do. Because the truth was, I wanted it all as much as he did.
His fingers felt incredible inside me. I was seconds away from begging him to fuck me, seconds away from losing myself completely.
But then the janitor showed up and brought me back to reality.
I couldn’t do what I really wanted to do. Technically, I worked for Owen. He wasn’t my boss, exactly, but he was my client. There were rules about this sort of thing, and if I wanted to keep my job, I had to follow them.
One of the biggest rules was no sleeping with the players.
Besides, Owen Rack wasn’t my type of man. He was rough and rude, a total prick and a cocky asshole. He had secrets. I’d seen him on his phone after practice, talking softly like he was having an important conversation, but as soon as he notice
d me, he pretended like nothing was happening.
Owen was definitely hiding something, but that wasn’t any of my business. Only his physical therapy was my business, and I needed to focus on that.
He had been right, though, when he said that I’d think about him when I got home. As soon as I did, I got into bed, slipped my hands down my panties, and finished what he had started.
The whole time I touched myself, working my still-soaking pussy, I thought about him. I pictured his thick cock fucking me from behind, his strong hands grasping my hips and slapping my ass. He could break me just like he had said he could, and I wanted him to. I wanted to see exactly how strong he was, and how far I was willing to go for him.
I came and fell asleep still thinking about him, afraid of what that meant.
I woke up early the next morning to a text from him. “Sweet dreams? Maybe you finished what we started last night?”
I smiled to myself and texted back without thinking. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“I would. Send me a picture of what you’re wearing right now.”
“See you later.”
I got out of bed, groggy but feeling good. I knew I shouldn’t encourage his flirting, but I couldn’t help myself.
I got dressed, brushed my teeth, and made my coffee. I had a half hour before I needed to be at the facilities, so I got out my laptop and drank my coffee while doing a little search.
I wanted to know more about Owen Rack. I knew about his football career, but I didn’t know much about the man. He had social media profiles, but I was pretty sure they were run by the team’s PR firm. I skipped those and looked for something more substantial.
I didn’t find a damn thing. I wanted to know him, but there were only the general interviews he’d given while in college. They had the usual information: parents died while he was young, his grandmother took him in, and he worked hard to excel in college. He was the classic underdog story, bad boy from the bad part of town.
But there was nothing particularly bad about him, or at least from what I could see. There were no mentions of arrests or any trouble with the law, which I found hard to believe, at least based on how he talked.
Maybe that was unfair. But he had mentioned his rough childhood, and he had talked about hanging out with rough people sometimes. When we got to chatting while I worked him, he liked to talk about his hometown when he wasn’t busy flirting with me.