Quarterback Sack

by SE Hall

  “Let Lizzy take ya up, have a good time. And find Ty,” he laughs. “I’ll tell you more about it all later.” I follow the blonde up the stairs and take in the size of this place as I walk. There are at least seven sections in this club, that all seemed to be themed differently, and a huge center dance floor divides most of the bottom floor. I’ll have to come back during the day to see it all clearly because it’s too dark and packed tonight to really get a good look.

  Of course I have to stop and take a few seconds to watch Lizzy’s ass in her short dress as she takes the last section of stairs. I hear Ty before I get in the door, which doesn’t surprise me; neither do the roomful of our guys and at least twenty top-of-the-line strippers joining them. Tits and ass for our viewing pleasure. Or…whatever other pleasures we choose. I’m met at the door by two naked brunettes and led to a booth in the back where Ty and a few of the other guys are drinking, laughing and talking football. Ty has a girl on his lap and two at his sides, but that doesn’t faze me either.

  “Would you like a drink, Mr. Riggins?” The girl on my right actually manages to surprise me by knowing my name and I send her a smile, the guys’ table full of shots in my periphery. No shots for me.

  “Sure, I’ll take a Jack on the rocks.” She squeezes my arm and flashes me a flirtatious grin before she walks away, swaying that gorgeous ass as she moves.

  “I’m Sasha, and that was Hailey,” another one, a redhead this time, slides up next to me. “Anything else you need, just look up. Our job is to make sure you’re completely satisfied for the evening.” Her wink says everything she’s not. These girls are ready to do anything, including fuck, and I’m sure Pierce told them to tease the hell out of us to make something happen.

  “I’ll keep that in mind.” I step away from her and sit on the end of the large circular booth. The music is at a tolerable volume up here so I’m able to hear the guys as they brag about how we’re going to kill it at the game this Monday night. Before I can break into the conversation, Hailey’s back with my drink and decides to make herself at home on my lap. She steps between my feet and sits on my left leg, keeping hers together as if she’s some sort of lady. I laugh at the ridiculousness of the transparent gesture before taking the glass from her.

  I let the Jack soothe my throat as my eyes roam over her large tits. She sees me looking and shifts so that her nipple grazes against my dark shirt. This is the game. I’ve played it too many times in my life for it to be exciting or challenging in any way, but it’s a game that’s easy to win, saving me any wasted effort. She and I both know that the moment I decide it’s worth my time to play, we’ll be fucking. And that, the intoxicating feeling of power, is always the part that gets me going.

  I think I’m going to love Pierce’s club. Maybe just a little too much.

  AVA

  “You look insanely hot. With any luck, you’re going to get yourself laid tonight.” Marcy gives me a final once-over before opening her compact to put on an extra layer of hooker-red lipstick that matches her dress.

  “Not happening.” I can’t believe I let her talk me into checking out the new club tonight. I’m positive that I’ll run into Rush there, but like she said, I need to see what the club is all about before I allow Mr. Dylan Pierce to use the Thunder name; regardless of what my grandfather agreed to. I expect this place to be out of control tonight, which is why I’m having a driver drop us off at the door and wait for me. I have no intentions of staying long and don’t want to have to walk to my car by myself when I decide to leave.

  “Yes, I know you have a big job now and have to act old all the time. We’ll leave in your dumb fifteen-minute rule, but we are going to another club after that, even if I have to drag you there. We’re not wasting all the primping we did on fifteen damn minutes!” She kicks open the door before the driver has a chance to open it for her, forgetting her manners. But that’s not unusual for Marcy. She’s the one friend I have here that doesn’t act perfect all the time. Maybe that’s why I like being around her so much. She’s taken on a lot since my grandfather died, in fact, I want to talk to her about becoming my assistant. She’s already doing the job; she’s just doing it for free.

  The line to get in is long, but Marcy walks right up to the bouncer and tells him who we are. He quickly ushers us through and you’d think she won the lottery with that move, her smile announcing just how proud she is of herself for getting us in. I don’t ruin her moment by teasing her with the “suggestion” that it might’ve been my name that got us in—she already knows it.

  “Miss Vanderbilt, it’s great to see you here tonight. Thanks so much for coming.” Dylan Pierce meets us at the door and I know right away he’s showing off for me. It’s something I’m going to have to get used to, while never forgetting to recognize it. It’s hard to keep your head in reality when everyone is spewing fake politeness every time I see them. It’s part of the business though. At least they’re all showing me respect. “Who is this gorgeous creature here with you tonight?” And there goes any hope I had that Marcy would help me make an unbiased decision about this club and whether it should be associated with the team name or not.

  “This is Marcy.” Before I have the chance to say anything more, she extends her hand and interrupts me.

  “Hi, Dylan.” She can barely speak over her giggle as he takes her hand and kisses the back of it like he’s actually some sort of gentleman. I can see through his playboy ways and it becomes very clear, very quickly, that he won’t be an easy man to deal with if I choose to make him change the name. And to make it worse, his flirty ways will only cloud Marcy’s judgement and make it harder than ever to drag her out of here tonight. I squeeze her hand to pull her back into “fifteen-minute territory,” only to gain a death glare in my direction when I do.

  “Can I get you both something to drink?” The music gets louder as we venture further inside the club. Before I have the chance to respond, Marcy answers for us both.

  “Yes, we’ll each take a martini, if you think your bartender can make one worthy of Miss Vanderbilt’s finicky taste buds.”

  “He’s one of the best in the area. Let me get those for you.” The second he walks away, Marcy grits her teeth and leans toward me, making sure I hear her clearly.

  “Stop being such a stiff-ass! Smile for one damn second and have some fun with me tonight. I know you don’t want to be near the team, but if you’ll look around, you’ll see…they’re not even here! We’ll have one drink and then leave, but you have to lighten the hell up.”

  I don’t respond to her because my eyes are glued to the ledge of the third floor. I know that’s one of the Thunder players coming out of the door, and if I’m not mistaken, I just saw a topless woman kiss him as he went through it.

  I knew there was a reason I didn’t want this club associated with the team name and I think I just found it. Before I know what I’m doing, my feet are moving up the stairs and I’m ignoring Marcy’s calls from behind me.

  This is the crap I don’t want to have to deal with. It makes me want to consider the offer I received to buy me out. I’m insane for thinking I can handle something like this anyway.

  Chapter Nine

  RUSH

  “Grab one of these hotties and let’s show this asshole how to do a real body shot.” Ty’s laughing hysterically around his words while he clutches his side, in what looks like guttural pain, making fun of the way Tank just took a shot of tequila off some ginger’s ass. I look around the room and honestly don’t see any bad options, but go ahead and signal for Hailey to come sit on my lap again. Her big ol’ tits are just begging to be my chaser as she walks with a confident sway over to me.

  “Fuck, Riggins. You’ve got to put your dick between those tits. If you don’t, I will.” Tank skims a finger down Hailey’s arm as I whisper in her ear telling her how I want her. With no hesitation, she obeys, lying back on the table, exposing everything except what’s hiding behind the tiny scrap of her panties. Her swollen, dark
pink nipples harden to even sharper, suckable points when Sasha climbs up on the table and straddles her.

  We watch as the girls kiss each other, making sure we see their tongues tangle, until Ty can’t take it anymore and leans over to join in by turning Sasha’s mouth to his. “Wait a minute…this is Riggins’ shot.” Tank tries to remind Ty before he gets fully enthralled with the tits and ass within his reach.

  “Yeah, yeah. There’s enough of these bitches to go around. Look at these triple Ds. Come to daddy.” Ty lifts Hailey off her back and tugs her legs around his waist before sitting back down. Tank takes both the shots in his hands and nods toward Sasha as he hands me mine. I’ve done these kind of shots with Ty too many times to count, and though I swore to myself I wasn’t going to do any “shooting” tonight—I can’t leave my man hanging.

  I sit and pull Sasha onto my lap, legs wrapped loosely around my hips, giving me access to anything I want, or really don’t want. Pushing her back until her head’s on the table, I know I match Ty’s movements without even looking. I place the shot glass right on top of the tiny strip of material covering her pussy and guide her hands to hold it in place. Gliding my hands under her ass, I tilt her hips up until she’s exactly where I want her.

  Glancing over at Ty before we start the countdown makes me laugh, seeing his signature pussy-eating grin in place. He counts off and at the same time, we lift and lower, lift and lower, then lift one last time with the shot glasses near our chins. I peer up one last time before I put my mouth over the shot glass…and that’s when I see her. Miss Ava Vanderbilt. Her eyes squinted and both hands propped on her hips as she tries, and fails, not to watch what I’m about to do.

  I open my mouth wide and slowly throw the shot back like I’ve done this for years. Because I have. And when Ty goes in to lick underneath Hailey’s G-string, for the natural “saltiness,” I set Sasha down and guide her off of me. Ty will never know that I didn’t finish with the chaser unless someone tells him, he was way too preoccupied to notice on his own. And if some big mouth fucker does say something to him, I’ll just deny it.

  I stand and make my way over to Ava, watching the pure disgust spread further across her face the closer I get. She’s livid, and if I’m not mistaken, pretty sure I see the unmistakable rage of ‘jealous as fuck’ blazing in her eyes as well.

  “Good evening, Miss Vanderbilt. What could possibly bring you here, checking out the entertainment?” I hold out my hand as I approach her, only to be refused with a shake of her head.

  “Absolutely not. I was here to give the place a fair, objective chance. Now I’m leaving, with plenty of reasons as to why this club will no longer bear the team name. And no on the handshake too, obviously. I just saw where those hands have been.” She visibly shivers.

  Fuck. Yeah, I guess this room and its “perks” would turn her away from wanting the Thunder name attached to it, especially now that she’s had a personal viewing of the show.

  “I think things, uh, tonight, are just a part of the grand opening party for us guys. Pierce would never plan on this being an everyday set up,” I try to explain and hope I can manage some damage control.

  “It won’t matter what he does, on any night. I’ve made up my mind. It’s just too risky for me to let these types of things happen anywhere near the Thunder brand and you know it.” She turns away, but walks slow enough that I take the hint she wants me to follow her. “That was repulsive,” she sneers, knowing without so much as a backward glance that I did in fact follow her, finally spinning abruptly to shoot daggers at me. “Do you even know what she’s had, down there, just today alone?”

  “Are you jealous, Miss Vanderbilt?” I arch a cocky, hopeful brow.

  “Not on your life,” she scoffs. “I’m mortified that my starting quarterback could now have any one of an array of STDs in his mouth, which would make for terrible publicity when he speaks at the press conferences this week, flashing herpes blisters on his gonorrhea gums!” She’s irate…and it looks sexy as fuck on her.

  “Awe, don’t go hating on my way of drinking until you’ve tried it. You know, I could give you a personal, very thorough lesson if that’s what has you in such a foul mood.” I move closer, making sure my deep voice rumbles in her ear. “And all my mouth touched was the shot glass, so no worries there.”

  “Mr. Riggins, I told you, we have to remain completely professional.” She pushes against my chest, even though her shallow, erratic breathing tells me what I’m saying has piqued her interest.

  “I know what you’ve said.” I move even closer, wanting to be near her fully clothed body more than all the naked ones in the room put together. Maybe it’s the tequila that has me acting and thinking like this, but I just don’t care. The woman does something to me. “But I also know that you’ve thought about me countless times since I last saw you. Face it, I get to you and you like it.”

  “Are you this cocky on the field?” Her comeback makes me smile. She didn’t even try to deny that she’s thought about me. I noticed.

  “It’s not that I’m cocky; I’m confident. You should find that quality attractive in a man.” I lean casually against the wall next to her and follow her gaze, looking out at the rest of the room. She’s scrutinizing the scene, all the females bouncing around, and getting more tense and furious by the second. The only way to help Pierce at this point is to get her the hell out of here, immediately.

  “You should come with me, get a drink somewhere more quiet. Maybe we can bury the hatchet and talk about team logistics or something.” I move to stand in front of her, purposely blocking her view from seeing anything more of what God only knows is going on behind me. It’s safer this way, and will hopefully prevent some of my teammates from getting benched, traded or put on some shit list they’ll never come back off. And worst of all, Pierce has to change the name, signs, décor and inspiration of his club.

  “Team logistics? Do you have any idea what it takes to own a team like this?” She glares up at me and I see the glaze of stress in her eyes. She’s not adjusting well to this change and it’s blatantly obvious.

  “No, but I’m a good ear. And every once in a while, shock the shit out of myself with a decent idea. Plus, you look like you need a night out. No offense, you know what I mean.” I have to laugh when she does. I can’t help it, the sound of her unwinding, even a little, makes me smile.

  “You have no idea how bad I need a night out. Marcy promised to make sure I got that tonight, but you can see where she’s at.” My eyes follow as she points to a table full of some of the guys, and her friend, looking mighty comfortable. I take a quick inventory, making sure she’s with some of the more “decent” guys and turn back to Ava.

  “She’s fine with them, I swear. Two of them are married, happily. Let me take you out.” She bursts into laughter once again, this time a full-hearted fit of it, and starts to walk toward Marcy’s table.

  “Something tells me that going out with you will not help me relax. In fact, I can’t think of anything more nerve-wracking.”

  “It doesn’t have to be, nerve-wracking I mean. Here, let’s do this. I promise…” I hold out my hand like I’m swearing on the Bible, “to keep my hands to myself and make sure you have one of the best nights of your life.” She turns to look at me with a cynical scowl, but I don’t let her keep it for long. “You know I’ll be more fun than Marcy, so just give in now and save me a song and dance. Come with me, Ava.” I lead her to the table and give Marcy my best playful grin in hopes she’ll be as susceptible as every girl but Ava, and go along with my plan.

  “I’m taking Miss Vanderbilt out for a drink so we can discuss the future of the team somewhere less chaotic. Marcy, feel free to join us if you’d like.” Marcy looks to Ava and I hold my breath, awaiting her response.

  She swivels her head back and forth between Ava and I before finally exposing a ridiculously happy smile. “Oh, by all means, take Ava out for a drink. Please, make her have a couple before you take her home.”r />
  And with that glowing vote of approval, I grab Ava’s hand and begin to lead her down the stairs. We make it a few feet before she pulls her hand from my grip and when I turn back, she gives me one last, wide-eyed, arched eyebrows, pointed look—a silent reminder that things between us will remain professional. But, she still follows me outside.

  “Did you drive tonight?” she asks me before I have the chance to ask her the same.

  “Yes, but I’ve been drinking. I’ll get us a cab if you didn’t drive.”

  “I have a driver. Let me call him.” Oh…she has a driver. Of course she has a driver. Perfect. That knowledge just turned our night into a whole new kind of fun, neither of us having the excuse of needing to drive to hold back.

  We only wait a few seconds before her limo pulls up in front of the club. A tall guy steps out of the driver’s seat and comes around back to open the door for us. “Where’s Miss Marcy?”

  “She’s inside. You’ll have to come back for her, Rex.”

  “Of course, my pleasure. And where are you two headed?” She looks to me for an answer and I shrug. It doesn’t matter where we’re going and I hadn’t really thought about it until now, because I just don’t care. All that matters is wherever I’m going…I’m going with her.

  “You choose. This is your night.”

  Chapter Ten

  AVA

  My night. How can this be my night when the one thing I want most but can’t have, is right beside me. He’s temptingly close and driving me to heights of forbidden insanity I didn’t know were possible. I severely underestimated his sly smile, magnetizing blue eyes and sexy, gruff voice when I set my own rules for the team.

  “Honestly, I didn’t really feel like going out in the first place. That was Marcy’s bright idea.” He watches me closely as I make small talk, trying to decide which bar to suggest.