Calling the Play

by Samantha Kane

  “We can feel each other,” Ty said. “I feel his dick in you.”

  “Fuck,” Brian said, and she could tell it was a command, not a curse. He pulled out first, and then as he pushed in, Ty pulled out. Randi felt the quiver of her muscles inside as they were massaged by both of them.

  “I’m going to come,” she said breathlessly. “Shit, I’m going to come again.”

  Ty pressed his thumb to her clit and made fast little circles, and she cried out. The fuck became hot, sweaty, rough, fast—all the things Randi loved about fucking. She could hear how wet she was, the grunts of both men as they fucked her, hard. She began to shake and Brian’s arms tightened around her, one around her waist, the other across her chest, holding her up. He fit so perfectly behind her, his cheek pressed to hers.

  “That’s right,” he whispered in her ear. “Come for us, sweetheart. God, I need to know you love this. Come on my dick and show me.”

  Ty continued to rub her clit, and then he reached up and pinched her nipple and it felt like Randi’s body exploded. She shook harder and cried out as the pleasure hit her. All she could do was let Brian hold her up while he and Ty kept fucking her, kept rubbing her and pinching and whispering encouragement.

  Ty came before Brian. He shouted and his entire body tensed until she could see each muscle gleaming with sweat in the low lamplight. He was gorgeous as he held himself deep inside her and came. She was so tight around them that she could feel the pulse of his orgasm. He hadn’t even finished coming before Brian’s arms tightened around her and he groaned. He pushed deep into her as well, but slowly, as if he was trying not to hurt her, but it felt so good he couldn’t stop himself. She reached up and grabbed his arms, telling him without words that it was all right, she understood. When the peak had passed, they all rode the aftershocks with light thrusts of their hips. Brian’s mouth was on her shoulder, sucking and kissing, and Ty leaned forward, one arm bracing him, as he kissed Randi. Considering what they’d just done, his kisses were sweet and soft.

  After a minute or two, they just sat there, panting, stuck together with sweat and lube and come. Randi got the impression they were as reluctant to let go of her as she was to let them go. “That was…intense,” she said, the words inadequate.

  Ty laughed weakly. “I think I just left my brains in the condom.” Randi burst out laughing.

  “I don’t know about you two,” Brian said, “but I’m ripe. I need a shower.”

  “Shower,” Randi agreed.

  “Good thing my shower is as big as this bed,” Ty said. “We’ll all fit there too.”

  “I told you we’d fit everywhere,” Brian said, slowly pulling out of Randi. She winced and Ty winced with her.

  “Worst part,” Ty told her. “Sorry.”

  “Don’t be,” she said, and she meant it. “Sex is hot and sweaty and messy. That’s how I like it. I want to know for days that I was fucked. But, ah, next time, Ty’s in the middle.”

  “Deal,” Ty said with a wicked gleam in his eye. “I can’t wait to fuck you while Brian fucks me.”

  “Stop,” Brian said, “or we’re not going to make it to the shower before I’m buried inside one of you again.” Randi turned to look at him incredulously. He shrugged. “I have a pretty quick recovery time.”

  “Holy hell,” she said with a gleeful smile. “I hit the fucking jackpot.”

  Chapter 24

  Brian tried not to grab the door handle as Randi flew into the stadium parking lot doing at least sixty. Her Mustang wasn’t the greatest on sharp turns at high speed, but she handled it beautifully. Ty was laughing like a maniac in the backseat as she slammed on the brakes and did a half donut, coming to a standstill right in front of the locker room entrance with a squeal of tires.

  “Well?” she asked.

  Brian checked his takeout coffee. “Nope. I didn’t spill any.”

  “Damn,” she swore. “How do you do that?”

  “Easy,” he said. “I don’t open it.”

  “Cheater,” she said with a laugh. He just smiled. “You gonna kiss me goodbye or just pretend we didn’t fuck all weekend?” she asked casually, looking out the window at the group of players and reporters standing there staring at them with their mouths hanging open.

  “You’re kidding, right?” Brian asked incredulously. “Of course I want them all to know I’m fucking the hottest cop in Alabama.”

  Ty cleared his throat in the backseat. “And the hottest quarterback?”

  “Is Sam Hunt still playing for Alabama?” Brian asked thoughtfully. Randi shoved him and he laughed.

  “Fucker,” Ty said playfully. “Lucky for you I know I’m hotter than he is. He isn’t playing. He sings country music now.”

  “Are you shitting me?” Brian asked. “That definitely makes him hotter.”

  “Shut up and kiss me goodbye,” Randi said, catching the back of his head and pulling him to her. She practically climbed over the center console into his lap as she tongue-fucked his mouth. Brian let her have her way. For some reason, she felt the need to stake a claim. He wasn’t going to ask why. He palmed her ass with his free hand and kissed her back. If he walked into work with a hard-on, so be it.

  She broke the kiss and ran her palm along his jaw as she smiled at him. “That was good. That might get me through the day.”

  “Good,” Brian said, his voice a little rough. He cleared his throat. “Glad I could help.”

  She let go of him as abruptly as she’d grabbed him. She opened her door and climbed out. “Do you guys have to be this early every day? Because, for the record, I’m not driving you after today. I don’t have to be at work for another two hours. We’ve fucked so much I’m, like, two weeks behind on sleep.”

  Brian heard someone in the group of people observing them choke out a laugh. “Yes, we have to be here, and no, you don’t have to drive. We could have taken my car, you know.” He felt kind of guilty, because it was true. He and Ty had been damn near insatiable for the past week. They had to be at practice during the day, so they’d kept her up at night. He was starting to feel a little rough, too. He leaned his hip on the side of the car, opened his coffee, and took a sip.

  “I can’t allow any of us to be seen in that piece-of-shit sedan,” Randi said. “I have a rep. I drive a fucking Mustang.”

  Ty climbed out of the backseat on Randi’s side, a bagel stuck in his mouth. Randi leaned down and took a bit out of it before he could stop her. She just laughed as he took it out of his mouth. “Hey!” he said. “I need my carbs today. Also, you look really fucking hot driving this Mustang.” Brian agreed. She was wearing black pants and a black, crew-neck T-shirt—no cleavage for work, she said—with her shoulder holster. She left off her suit jacket until she got to work because of the heat. Her ensemble matched her black car. All she lacked were red racing stripes, like the ones on the hood.

  “You look like a total badass,” Brian told her, talking about more than the car.

  “No shit,” Randi said. “That’s why I drive it. It gives me a lady boner.”

  “I’ve got a guy boner,” Ty teased, holding his coffee in one hand and his bagel in the other as he pushed Randi up against the side of the car with his hips. She laughed and grabbed his ass with both hands. He was wearing a pair of old jeans and a faded T-shirt. Brian knew how good his ass felt in those jeans and was tempted to go over there and join them.

  “I know,” she said. “I’ve seen it. Lots.”

  “Eye-fuck me,” Ty begged. “Just for fun. It’s going to be a long day.”

  Brian laughed as Randi looked Ty up and down with an exaggerated leer. “Oh, yeah, baby,” she purred. “Give it to me.”

  “Ahh,” Ty said, in a parody of the sound he made when he came. They were all laughing when Ty leaned down and kissed her, smiles on their faces. Randi wrapped her arms around Ty’s shoulders and he lifted her up with one arm, making sure to keep the bagel and cream cheese away from her shirt as he slowly turned so his back rested against th
e car. Randi lifted one foot in the air, looking like every clichéd picture Brian had ever seen of a man kissing a woman like that. It ruined her badass vibe. He sure wasn’t going to tell her that, though.

  “Hey, Brian,” someone said from behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see Jo Jo standing there with a smirk on his face. “I knew you all was fucking. But I’m not sure you want everyone to know.” He pointed over his shoulder.

  “And good morning to you, Mr. Jones,” Brian said, eyebrow raised as he looked at the reporters and the cameras pointed at them. “Ty, Randi,” he cautioned. “Cameras.”

  Ty set Randi down and gave her a chaste peck on the lips. “Bye, baby,” he said. “Be careful today.”

  “You, too,” she said, brushing her hands down his chest. She looked over at the cameras and then pushed her sunglasses down off the top of her head to her nose. “Hey,” she said to Jo Jo.

  “Detective,” Rasheed said, stepping out of the crowd. “Good to see you again.”

  “Watch my boy’s ass,” she said breezily as she climbed into the car. She rolled down the window on Brian’s side. “Tonight?” he asked, leaning over to speak to her through the window.

  “Maybe,” she said. That’s all she’d been saying for a week. He bit back his sigh. Eventually she’d admit they were past maybes. He tapped the roof.

  “Seriously. Be careful.”

  “I’m a cop,” she said. “I’m always careful.” She laughed as if it were the best joke she’d ever told. “Bye, y’all.” She revved the engine and Brian and Ty stepped away from the car as she peeled away in a squeal of tires.

  “That woman is too hot for two white-bread boys like you,” Jo Jo said sadly.

  “You got that right,” Brian agreed. “Lucky she’s crazy, too, and doesn’t realize it.”

  They were immediately surrounded by the press. Brian ignored all their questions. “I believe we’re having a press conference later this week,” was all he said. He smiled as he said it so he didn’t piss anyone off. It was the standard party line.

  “Are you and Tyler Oakes romantically involved?” one female reporter asked, ignoring his comment.

  “My personal life is not something I choose to discuss with the press,” Brian answered amiably. “I’m sorry.”

  “Is that a yes?” she asked with a sly grin.

  “It’s a none of your business,” he replied, forcing the smile to stay in place. He glanced down at her press pass. “Natalie,” he added. He liked to address the press by their first names. Too much formality and they thought you were scared of them. He turned to Rasheed, dismissing her. “Is Shannon here yet?”

  “Yes, sir,” Rasheed answered. “Got here a few minutes ago. I think he’s in his office.”

  Before he headed inside, Brian paused to watch Ty with the reporters. He was good at this stuff. Always had been.

  “So, Ty,” the reporter named Natalie said, “are you romantically involved with the man we just saw get out of the car with you? What is his role in the Rebels organization?” She glanced over her shoulder at Brian.

  “You know, Natalie,” Ty said with a big smile, “I’ve sort of lived my life wide open for the last ten years or so.” The press eagerly listened, all the reporters waiting for his answer. “But now I’m older and wiser. I’m going to choose to keep my personal life personal when I’m here.” He waved around at the stadium. “This is business. Damn good business, right?” He laughed with the reporters and a few of the players. “Also, I think too much attention has been paid to what’s going on behind closed doors with the Rebels. Time to move on. So, who wants to talk business?”

  One of the reporters took him up on it. “The rumor is the Rebels have brought in Brian Mason, the coaching guru who pulled Evans and the 49ers out of trouble, to help with your game. You knew him in college, correct?”

  “It’s no secret that I’ve always attributed a huge part of my success in college to Brian’s coaching,” Ty answered. “Let’s hope we can work that same magic together here in Birmingham.”

  Brian saw the minute the name clicked with Natalie. Her eyes went wide as she searched frantically for Brian in the crowd again. He just turned his back and walked inside. Ty could handle the press.

  An hour later, the team sat in one of the larger conference rooms, while the coaching staff stood or sat in the front of the room. Brian looked around at the collection of players. They had several former drug addicts, former gang members, guys with prison records, an Army veteran with PTSD, a handful who were just major dicks on and off the field, a rookie, an aging defensive line, and Malachai Goodman, a great kid, but Brian suspected he couldn’t read, which meant the new changes to the playbook were freaking the defensive end out. He took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on the positives, like Ty. Yeah, he’d concentrate on Ty.

  “We thought it would be a good idea to start this week with a get-to-know-you meeting,” Shannon said. “We’ve had a few coaching changes over the off-season, and we’ve got quite a few new players here. Some latecomers.” He looked over at Kitt Doyle, a recently acquired left tackle who had just arrived that morning. “We sort of jumped into practice last week and hit some rough patches.” He introduced the coaching staff, old and new, including Brian. “What I want,” Shannon said, leaning against the table in the front of the room with his arms crossed, “is to find out why we’re all here. Let’s start with me.” There were some confused looks among the players. “I’m here because I was offered the opportunity to start an NFL franchise. That doesn’t drop into any coach’s lap very often. And, you know, head coach. That’s a big promotion. I was given free rein to choose a coaching staff and a team that suited my vision.” He paused and met the gazes of several players in the room. “And that vision is not just a winning team. I want to be an inclusive team. I want to be a comeback team. I want to be a team that’s family. I think a lot of teams in the NFL have lost sight of that kind of team. So I chose my family very carefully. Remember that, because it includes each one of you.” He gestured to the other coaches to step forward.

  Marian went first. “I’m here because Shannon gave me a chance. You all know a woman on the coaching staff of an NFL team is still as rare as a white tiger. I knew I had something to offer this team. I’m a good coach. But I also agree with Shannon’s vision. I’ve been part of teams that have no solidarity, no team goals except winning, no loyalty, and no scruples. That’s not what I want to be a part of, and that’s not what Shannon offered me. So I took a chance, packed up, and came to Birmingham.”

  Brian hung back and let the other coaches speak first. Most of them had come because Shannon asked. It was that simple. Being on the ground floor of an NFL franchise was a privilege and they knew it, and they all trusted and believed in Shannon’s vision. Finally, it was his turn.

  “I’m here because Shannon and Marian came to me and asked if I wanted to coach Ty again,” he said simply. “And I did. I do. And I also believed in Shannon’s vision. I’m not going to lie. I saw what was happening in the press over Cass and Beau and Marian, and it pissed me off.” He was the first one to mention it. “I wanted to see what kind of coach and what kind of team could support them like you have. I want to be a part of that kind of team.”

  “Of course you do,” Dominique Reyes said angrily, standing up. “ ’Cause you’re fucking Oakes. I saw the two of you outside. What the fuck?” He pointed at Brian and looked around the room. “Another coach and a player? How is that gonna work?”

  “Yes, Ty and I are involved,” Brian said calmly. “We were involved back in college, and since I got to Birmingham, we’ve gotten back together. We’re involved with a woman, the same as Cass and Beau and Marian. But I don’t see how that’s going to affect my coaching performance. If anything, it gives me a vested interest in Ty’s game.”

  DeShawn Brown stood up. Brian didn’t know him well. He was a veteran right tackle who came to the Rebels as a free agent in the franchise’s first year. He had a rea
lly deep voice and always spoke slowly and deliberately. Brian had seen him in interviews and thought he should be a politician. “As the players’ union rep, I’ve got to side with Reyes, as much as it pains me. How are you going to guarantee that any decisions you make are in the best interests of the team and not Ty? No offense, Ty.”

  “None taken,” Ty said from where he sat directly in front of Brian. Without turning around he waved his hand in the air at Brown to show there were no hard feelings.

  Brown turned to Marian. “You’re the assistant offensive coach. I’m asking the same of you concerning Cass and Beau.”

  “I get to answer after you do,” Ty said quietly to Brian. He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, fingers together as he stared at the floor.

  Brian looked at Marian and Shannon for the go-ahead before he answered. “Because favoring Ty isn’t actually going to do him any favors,” Brian said. “If I have to tell Shannon I think Ty needs to come out, or we should start Marlon, then that’s what I’ll do. And Ty will most likely agree with me, because he’s not a dick and he wants what’s best for the team. How does he benefit if he leads a losing team? And if it happens and he misses a game because of a decision I made,” Brian paused and grinned at Ty, who was looking at him now, “then I’ll be sure to make him feel better about it when we get home.”

  Most of the room laughed as Ty grinned back. Ty dropped to his knees and clasped his hands in front of him, theatrically begging. “Take me out coach, please.”

  “Well, I’ve got a hard-on now,” Tom said loudly. There were laughing protests around the room. “You motherfuckers know I’m not the only one,” he said, turning aside and covering his head with a laugh as a water bottle was lobbed at him. Next to him, Danny broke into laughter.

  “Holy shit,” Brian heard one of the coaches behind him say. “Is Smith actually laughing? I’ve never seen that fucker even smile before.”

  Ty stood up and faced the room. “Look, Brian’s right. And I’m sorta pissed at you, Reyes,” he said, pointing. “And you, too, Brown”—he pointed again—“for even thinking that I’d want to play if I wasn’t fit or ready, when I knew it would screw the team. That’s not the kind of player I am, and I would hope you’d know that, Brown, after playing with me for the last two years.”