ROMANCE: Older Man Younger Woman Romance: Daddy’s Business Friend (First Time Virgin Pregnancy Taboo Romance) (Alpha Male Contemporary Romance Short Stories)

by Charlize Starr

  “I think Jennifer is suitable for this setting,” she replied after a moment, and I smiled at her in the way that always worked a room.

  “There you go.” I grabbed my shirt, and she checked something on her phone.

  “Practice is at eight tomorrow. I will be available if you need anything.” She looked at me, and I nodded slowly before I told her goodnight and left the stadium to go home. I lived in a large house in one of the nicer neighborhoods of the city. I hopped into my Escalade and turned on some Taking Back Sunday for the ride home as I thought about getting some food. I decided to order some BBQ to bring home and placed the order while I waited in the parking lot of the popular eatery. I was sweaty and tired, and I just wanted to be home, not dealing with fans tonight.

  The text came through as I was ready to jump out and get my dinner and a familiar face flashed on my screen as I shook my head. Heather was a wild girl and not afraid of being the aggressive one. I read it and noted her usual offer. I sent something back telling her to give me an hour so I could eat and take a shower. I pulled a hat over my head and got the food as I kept my face pointed at the floor. I always assumed that the staff recognized me though most seemed to do the right thing and let me go on my way.

  I tipped the girl for doing that even though I noticed the shine in her eyes and the quivering of her voice. She was cool about it, and I took the bag and tossed it into the passenger seat of my car before I headed to my gated neighborhood. I glanced at the clock on the microwave as I grabbed a Gatorade to drink and stuffed the food down. I had no issues putting a meal away, and I was in the shower in fifteen minutes rinsing off.

  I dressed in workout shorts since Heather was going to be taking them off soon enough. I ran some product through my damp hair to hold the short brown spikes that I was currently rocking and headed to the living room for a beer and some scores from the day until she arrived. Heather knew the code since she was semi-regular and I heard a knock at the door within ten minutes as I caught the last touchdown of a game. I almost wasn’t in the mood for her, crazy sex or not. I stood and went to answer the door and let her into the large foyer as she brushed past me smelling like cherries, which was her signature scent.

  Jennifer smelled like honey and vanilla. I frowned and pushed her out of my mind as I looked at the tall blonde and smiled. “Hey, stranger. It’s been a while.” I hadn’t seen her for about a month, and she rolled her pretty topaz eyes.

  “I tried a relationship. Remind me not to do that again,” Heather mumbled as she walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of beer. She was wearing a cute little denim skirt and a sheer button up shirt with a sexy black camisole, and I looked down at my groin to watch it strain against the shorts with a grin. “I saw your game last week. Great job, Justin.”

  “Thanks. It was a good win,” I replied as I headed to the couch and sat back down as she joined me and pressed her curvy little body against me to kiss me. One kiss led to another and soon we were naked on the couch as I dragged her nipple between my teeth and got her off with my long fingers. She was so easy, and I watched passively as she came for me before I reached for the condoms that I’d brought out from my bedroom earlier.

  Heather’s pussy was wet. I slid in all of the way too easily and thrust hard. She gripped my back and dug her nails into my skin. I groaned. It only made me move faster and deeper, and we were both coming soon. Heather dragged her fingers through my hair and let out a long sigh. I felt the sleep that I needed nudging me along with some shoulder pain.

  I moved off of Heather, and she curled up beside me as she looked around the room. “Why are we in here? Is something wrong with your bedroom?”

  I realized that I typically brought her back there and fall asleep with her so that we could have another go at it in the morning. “No, I don’t know. We just kind of ended up here.”

  Chapter Three

  I woke up to the alarm and groaned. Sleep hadn’t come easily last night, and I didn’t want to go into the stadium today. I instantly felt guilty as I realized how much Coach had helped me in so many ways and this job was one of the bigger ones.

  That idea made me get up and brew some coffee before I took a shower. I dressed in a fresh pair of pants and a tank top with a sweatshirt over it due to the brisk Fall wind. I looked in the mirror and pulled my hair back into a high ponytail before I put on enough makeup to look human.

  I walked out of the house and decided to drive to work today. My old Camry was in the parking lot, and I unlocked it and slid inside before I put everything in its place. I had a thing about organization. I started the car and backed up. When Justin entered my thoughts, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

  It’s not like I wasn’t thinking of him last night. It was the only train of thought that I had during the dinner with friends and the bath I took later that night. I didn’t do that very often but it just sounded good to me last night. I lit a lot of candles and poured some lavender bath bubbles in and just relaxed as I played back the feel of him under my hands. I wondered if he was soaking in his hot tub too. Justin was one of the most gorgeous guys I’d ever seen, and that was saying a lot since I had worked with a hockey team during my internship before this job. Hockey was my preferred sport if I was being honest, but I was also starting to have an interest in football.

  I pulled into the employee parking garage and found a spot on the second floor. The team was starting to arrive as well and I greeted the guys with a lazy smile while I sipped my coffee. I hadn’t met all of them yet but they seemed nice enough to me so far. Coach would make sure they stayed that way too. I went into the stadium to watch them practice just to kill some time and perhaps see Justin. I figured that I hadn’t seen them play as a team too much yet, so it wouldn’t hurt to become familiar with their playing styles. I walked down to sit next to Coach and he gave me a surprised look. “You’re here early.”

  “I figured it’s best to be here when they practice, just in case anything happens.” I took another sip of my coffee and watched as Coach picked up his worn metal thermos and took a sip. I knew just what was in it: strong black coffee. That’s all he ever drank. He told the guys to run some laps and watched closely as they moved in a group to a steady jog.

  “How was Justin?” he asked as I blinked and forced myself to sound neutral.

  “He has a pulled shoulder. I am going to treat it with hot and cold therapy and keep a close eye on things. He knows that I’ll be brutally honest with you, particularly with the old injury that he didn’t want to admit.” I smiled as I heard Coach groan beside me.

  “Stubborn assholes,” was his comment and I shook my head.

  “You’re just as bad as they are, just from a different point of view,” I teased him, grinning. I looked back at the guys and saw Justin looking over at me with a curious gaze as he ran past. He was dressed in workout shorts and a fitted tank designed for workouts, and he looked damn good in them. “I’ve known you a long time.”

  “That you have.” I could feel Coach’s eyes on me for a second. “How’s your mother doing, Jen?”

  He knew all about her leaving when I was four and how my dad had remarried when I was eight. That would have been easy enough to adjust to, but she’d found me on Facebook two years ago and wanted to see me again. I had met her for lunch a few times but moving here had ended that. I wasn’t always sure how I felt about her. “We chat on Messenger sometimes, and she claims she wants to visit me here, but I don’t know. She still has a drinking issue, and I can tell that even when she says she’s sober that she…isn’t.” I shrugged. I loved my stepmom Rosie a lot but she wasn’t my birth mom, and I’d always wondered why my mother had left me that way. We hadn’t gotten that far during our short and awkward lunches.

  “That's a shame. I’d like to see her try to make up for what was lost.” We were silent for a moment until he told the guys to run the bleachers.

  I watched as the men ran up and down the bleachers with loud claps of their shoes, up
and down. As a group, they were a whole lot of muscle and I watched their strength as they kept going. I admired athletes for their dedication and of course, their bodies. Not enough that I’d ever mixed business with pleasure before and I didn’t plan on changing that anytime soon. I could just look from time to time.

  Coach led them through some intense conditioning as I focused on Justin’s face to try and estimate his level of pain. He seemed okay but he met my gaze a few times and I’d swear that I saw something dark in his eyes. He was looking at me almost as much as I was looking at him and I felt a flutter in my stomach. This was bad, dangerous. I couldn’t think of him that way even if he flirted ruthlessly with me and had those amazing eyes.

  I reminded myself that he was a player and was reminded of that later as I looked over his bare back in my room. Scratch marks, thick and red, were scattered over his skin. I frowned and asked him how his shoulder was doing. “Pretty good today.”

  “I hope she was on top,” I muttered low under my breath as I shook my head. I felt the muscle and found it more swollen than the day before. He froze as I pressed in.

  “What did you say?” Justin asked in a staggered voice as I kept feeling around his body.

  “Nothing. Just reminding myself of something,” I replied as I grabbed my heat pack and rubbed it between my hands to activate it. I placed it on his skin as I eyed the marks again and asked myself why I even thought he was attractive at all. I wasn’t like those girls that threw themselves at athletes, and I’d been strictly professional before now. Sure, Justin was sex on a stick, but that made him worse even if he was gorgeous.

  I had a job to focus on, and Coach would have my head if he could read my thoughts. For that matter, he’d consider cutting Justin’s dick off.

  I left the heat on and felt his other shoulder as well just to keep my hands busy. He was in great shape with not an ounce of body fat on his body. Justin wasn’t small being six three, and he was proportioned well. For a moment, I wondered what he looked like naked.

  Stop it.

  “That feels good. I like you touching me,” he told me as I closed my eyes. His voice oozed an erotic promise that reached every nerve in my body, and I realized how long it had been since I had good wild sex.

  We both heard voices, and I glanced up to see Coach walking in with another player, who was limping. “Hey, Jennifer. Chase twisted something on the last drill, and the doctor is out for the moment. Can you take a look?”

  “Leave the heat on,” I told Justin absently as I asked Chase to sit down on another table so I could take a look. Chase had dark Italian features that I probably would’ve found appealing had I not felt Justin staring at me. His eyes were burning into me as I felt Chase’s ankle and found it to be quite swollen, though likely just twisted and not broken. I had him move back to rest his leg on the table and gently placed an ice pack on his injury. He asked me how I liked it here so far. His demeanor was sweet and polite. I found myself missing Justin’s innuendos and I instantly cursed myself.

  “I like it so far. It’s a great city,” I replied with a smile as I met his big, dark eyes. Coach had left us alone, and I watched as his cheeks flushed pink as he looked into my face. He was young, likely a few years younger than Justin and he seemed like a rookie player.

  “It has some really nice parts. Have you been out on the town yet?” Chase asked.

  I felt the heat and glanced up to see Justin staring at me as his eyes darkened. What the hell? I wasn’t his property, and I cleared my throat as I glared at him. “No, not quite yet. I just moved here and have been settling into things here at the stadium. What’s good around here?” I sensed that he was hinting to show me, but I had rules to follow.

  Chase went on to tell me about the bars that the guys liked best and some of the delicious restaurants. I made a mental note to wander and find them as I adjusted the ice and felt the ankle.

  “She doesn’t date players, Chase. Might as well stop trying,” Justin said across the room, and we both looked at him.

  He struck a nerve with me, and I smiled sweetly. “Judging from the marks on your back, you’re not hurting for company. Don't worry about me.”

  Chapter Four

  My cock hardened at her words as she mentioned the scratches that Heather left, sensing envy in her sarcastic tone. I longed to tell Jennifer that I was thinking of her the entire time, and it didn’t mean anything, but I just watched as she looked away and Chase glanced between us. Hell, I wanted her more than ever with that mouth, but I forced a laugh and shrugged. “What can I say? Women love me.”

  They liked Chase as well, but he wasn’t about to admit that while he was trying to charm her into his bed. He was playing the innocent act with his soft voice and big eyes. It pissed me off, and I forced my eyes away from her as I rested my head on my hands and closed my eyes. Heather had left last night after I explained that I was tired and had an early morning. I saw the hurt on her face knowing that none of that had stopped me from inviting her to stay over before.

  I’d locked the door behind her and cleaned up the kitchen, aware that I wasn’t satisfied with the sex that I’d had. I didn’t like that because normally, a fuck was a fuck. Girls were there for a while and then they were replaced. Shutting off the lights, I headed to my bed and TV in my room to try and fall asleep.

  The morning came all too soon, and I showered and dragged myself to the stadium, happy to see Jennifer watching the practice as she laughed and chatted with Coach. I’d hoped for some time alone to wear her down, but that wasn’t going to happen with Chase in here.

  She took the ice off his ankle after several moments and reminded him to ice it at home to keep the swelling down. Jennifer wandered over to me and pressed on the heat. She asked me how I was feeling. “Were you going to go out with him?” I asked her as I heard her sigh.

  “I told you that I don’t date players. You seemed to remember that just fine, from the way you told him,” she snapped at me.

  “You seemed to notice the scratches pretty well. That wasn’t your first comment about them, was it?” I’d let her previous one go, but her words were clear. There was a long moment of silence, and I heard her clear her throat again.

  “I was concerned about your shoulder,” she assured me, but I hoped that it was more.

  “Uh huh. You’re jealous,” I teased as she pressed harder for a second. “Hey!”

  “Stop being arrogant, Justin. It doesn’t suit you.” Her voice wasn’t convincing, and I felt myself rise to the challenge that she offered. Jennifer lightened her touch. She lifted the pack up and felt me softly. “Mind if I massage this a bit?”

  “Yeah, I’d hate that.” I was pleased to hear her chuckle before she started pressing her fingers against me in a slow, sexy way. I told my cock to calm down. I’d already jerked myself off in the shower thinking about her this morning. How many women would it take to get her out of my head?

  Jennifer seemed to massage me for longer than I’d hoped for and a silence settled between us, barely broken by the music that was playing from her desk. I sensed that something was bothering her, and I gave her a moment before asking if she was okay. “Yeah, fine. Just distracted. What was the name of that bar Chase mentioned?”

  “Scoreboards,” I told her as I wondered if she was going. I could buy her some drinks and break her down even further, especially since they had great food and I’d have a reason to be there.

  “Huh,” was all she said as she worked on my arm and rubbed me soft and hard. “Feel okay?”

  “Excellent,” I replied as I closed my eyes and let her work.

  She told me that she was finished a few minutes later, and I stood and looked her over. Jennifer looked frazzled, and I tilted my head as I slowly slid my shirt over my head. “Coach said that you guys have to go work out now. I think you’re good to go but pay attention to your body signals.”

  “I’d like to pay attention to yours,” I said in a soft voice as she flushed a dark pink over
her cheeks. “See you soon, Jennifer.” I turned to leave and felt her eyes on me as I left the room. I went to work out hard for a couple of hours. It felt good to work my muscles, and I enjoyed the pain as I lifted some weights. I paid particular attention to my legs and finished off with a long run on the treadmill.

  I went home to shower, since it was close and finally checked my phone for the day. There was a pathetic text from Heather asking if I was busy tonight, which I promptly deleted. I was craving something new, and though I knew that it was Jennifer that I wanted, I wondered if I shouldn’t find a new fuck buddy for the night. I knew that I had a practice the following afternoon, but I didn’t need to drink a lot to have sex with a woman.

  I dressed in some shorts and watched a couple of games on television before I sent a message out to see who of the guys was going out tonight. Some were going to catch a late game at Scoreboards, and it made me wonder if Jennifer might be there. I agreed to meet them and finished watching the game before I pulled on some worn jeans and a gray t-shirt to wear.

  I walked to the bar since it was just a couple blocks away, running into Chase along the way. “I didn’t know you were coming,” I said lightly as he started to walk beside me.

  “Is it a problem?” We’d never had an issue, and I liked him well enough until I watched him flirting with Jennifer.

  “Course not,” I told him. We approached the plain building together. I walked in first and went over to the corner table that we usually sat at, happy to see some of my friends gathered around it with a couple of pitchers of beer. “Hey, losers,” I greeted them as Dan poured two beers and slid them towards us.

  “Fuck off,” Dan replied as he glanced up at the television screen above us.

  I laughed and sipped my beer. My stomach growled. I had only eaten a couple of eggs when I got home. “Anyone order food yet?”