by L. P. Dover
Once I sat on the couch, my dick was so hard it fucking ached. Kate came back in and set the bottle of champagne on the table beside me before plugging in the iPod dock across the room. She scrolled through her phone and set it in its place, keeping her back to me the whole time. Her body began to move, gracefully and seductively, as a song started to play over the speakers; the song was none other than “Pony” by Ginuwine.
“I thought you said you couldn’t dance,” I groaned as she straddled my waist, thrusting her hips up and down my cock.
Grabbing her breasts, she squeezed them hard and pinched her nipples while throwing her head back, moaning. “Correction,” she breathed, her body trembling. “I can dance, I just don’t do it in front of people … only you.”
“Well, then I guess I’m lucky.”
Her body moved perfectly to the music and all I wanted to do was hold her down on top of me and plunge inside of her. She untied her bathing suit top, and as soon as her breasts fell out, I wrapped my lips around one and sucked … hard.
I looked up at her biting her lip, her eyes glassy and heated. “Are you thirsty?” she asked breathlessly.
Hell yeah, I was. Her nipples tasted sweet like the apples she always smelled of. I could suck every inch of her body and never get enough. That was how bad my addiction to her was.
“I’m always thirsty for you, love.”
“Then open your mouth,” she commanded.
She took the bottle of champagne and held it over my lips while I sucked it down in gulps. “Why don’t you pour it over your tits and let me drink it that way?”
Smiling wickedly, she leaned back and tilted the bottle to where it only trickled down her chest. It flowed over her nipples at just the right amount for me to suck it down perfectly. “How does that feel?” I asked. “I’ve always heard that champagne makes the nipples tingle and heightens pleasure. Is it true?”
“Oh, yes,” she agreed. “We definitely need to do it again in the future.”
“We can do it as much as you like, love.”
The song still played, enticing me with its tune and words. All I wanted was for her to ride me as hard and as fast as she could, and to feel her glide across my cock with how wet she was. I could feel the heat between her legs through my shorts, and how drenched she was when she allowed me to graze my fingers through the edge of her bottoms.
“Pull your shorts down a bit,” she murmured. Slowly, she untied her bottoms on both sides and pulled them off while I slid my shorts down as far as they could go.
Rubbing her slick heat across my cock, her swollen clit made my mouth water and I wanted so fucking bad to throw her down on the couch and fuck her with my tongue. It was almost like an animal instinct inside of me that wanted to claim her … possess her. I had never felt this way about any woman, not even Claire when she was the only woman in my life for so long.
“I want you to make love to me, Cooper,” she moaned.
Taking her face firmly in my hands, I pressed a hard kiss to her lips and held her tight. “I will do whatever you want me to, love.”
Gently, she lowered herself onto my body, keeping her gaze on mine the entire time. She closed her eyes for only a second, but when she opened them they were shiny and bright with tears.
“What’s wrong, Kate?”
Keeping up her pace and clenching her body tight all around me, she shook her head and let the tears fall. “Nothing’s wrong, everything actually feels right. For once I feel … complete.”
“So do I, love,” I told her. “So do I.”
I wiped away her tears and lifted her in my arms, our bodies still connected. Outside on our private deck there was a large hammock-style bed that swung in the breeze. It was the perfect place to make love to her; to watch the moonlight as it grazed across her skin and shone in her eyes. Before, I never cared where I had sex with women. Hell, give me a bathroom counter and a condom and I was ready to roll. Not with her, though … not with my Kate. She deserved to be made love to under the stars with someone that would do absolutely anything for her. I would walk through the fires of hell just to be with her one last time.
I laid her down on the hammock and covered her body with mine, entering her slowly. The hammock rocked back and forth, swaying in the breeze as I made love to her, and kissed every inch of her body. When she let go, her body tightened all around me and she screamed out my name just as I released inside of her, letting my own self go. It was the perfect ending to a perfect day. We won the game, Scott’s psycho mother had been found, and I just made love to the one woman who saw past my flaws and chose me.
Things were finally looking up for me … or so I thought.
Mine and Cooper’s peaceful night of sleep felt like it ended abruptly when the pounding on the door woke us up. We were still outside—naked and in the hammock—swinging back and forth.
“I guess we better get up and get some clothes on,” I murmured, chuckling as I tried to get out of the swinging bed. “We’re not running late, are we? Our flight doesn’t leave until lunch time.”
Cooper yawned and crawled off the hammock. “No, it’s still early. It’s probably Derek or your brother. Let me throw on my clothes and I’ll get it.”
Even though we had a private deck, it still felt weird walking around outside naked. Rushing inside, I grabbed my phone, noticing that I had several missed calls and the time was only seven o’clock in the morning. How did I not hear the phone ring?
Another loud bang sounded on the door, making me jump. “Damn, whoever that is they’re going to piss off the people around us. It’s only seven in the morning,” I groaned.
By the time I threw on a pair of my flannel pajama pants and slipped on one of my camis, Cooper opened the door. In rushed Joel, wearing a wrinkled white T-shirt and jeans with a Carolina baseball cap … and in his hand was a newspaper of sorts. With his lips set in a firm line, his face was bright red and angry as hell. I’d seen him like that before at practice when one of our team members got arrested for a DUI.
Cooper watched him cautiously and so did I, afraid to speak. Thankfully, Cooper was brave enough to go head to head with his uncle. “What’s wrong, Joel? You don’t look so good.”
Joel threw the paper on the small kitchen table and pointed to it. “Why don’t you take a look? I don’t think you or Kate are going to be happy with what I saw this morning. Not to mention, the whole goddamned world is going to know the reason why I got rid of my last quarterback for you.”
I gasped and rushed toward the table to pick up the paper, but Cooper beat me to it. His gaze was on fire, his body coiled like a snake. With his teeth clenched tight, I waited on him to explode just like Joel, but all he did was close his eyes and carefully put the paper back on the table.
“Cooper,” I whispered, “what’s going on?”
He sighed and covered his face with his hands before running them angrily through his hair. “I’m sure you’ll figure that out when you read it. I have to get out of here for a while.”
Turning on his heel, he stalked off toward the door without acknowledging me. I immediately rushed to follow him, but Joel sidestepped in front of me and stood in my way. “Kate, let him go. He’s going to need his space to cool down after this. Trust me, he’s a Davis … I know.”
“Cool down? What the hell is going on?”
When my gaze finally found the article on the table, I didn’t need to ask any more questions. It was all staring at me right in the face. The paper wasn’t even a reputable one, like New York Times or anything … no, it was one of those gossip magazines that liked to talk shit about anyone and everything in the celebrity world. It was like porno for gossipers that wanted to get the down and dirty scoop on who was cheating on who, or who was secretly dating who. The article on Cooper, however, wasn’t anything like that.
“I’m assuming it was Scott’s mother who took all of these pictures?” Joel asked.
There were pictures of me and Cooper at Joel’s house w
hen we were invited over there for the dinner before we left in haste. The article exposed every dirty secret about Cooper imaginable. Now the world would know about Joel being his uncle, the deal he made with the doctor, and what he did to supply his drug habit. It was all there for the taking and now everyone would know. Setting the paper down, I couldn’t even stomach to read the rest.
“You know that once the guys see this they’re going to have a lot of questions. I wanted to save this embarrassment from Cooper, but now it’s all going to come crashing down on him. I’m afraid of what he’ll do. I know how he’s handled his stress in the past, and I don’t want to see him get that low again. ”
In my heart I knew Cooper wouldn’t fall back on his pain meds to deal with the stress. I hated that others couldn’t see how far he’d come. He was stronger than that now.
“He’s not going to go back to that,” I stated wholeheartedly. “You have to believe me. If I thought he had a problem I would tell you. You know I would.”
I would never let Cooper’s drug problem slide by if he was still addicted to them. Even though we were involved, I would never jeopardize the team by letting him stay.
Sighing, Joel nodded and took a seat at the table. “I believe you, Kate, it’s just we’ve started the season out so great and now this has happened. He’s probably most upset about what they said about you.”
“About me?” I gasped. “What would be said about me?”
Frantically, I skimmed over the rest of the article until I saw my name. Once I turned the page, I choked in horror, angry tears welling in my eyes. “Oh my God. Why the hell would they write that?” Falling back into one of the kitchen chairs, my hands shook as I read the rest of the article, struggling to take in a deep breath. Again, my past had been misconstrued and made to look like I’d be the end of the famous Cooper Davis.
Suddenly, it dawned on me. That was why Scott’s mother turned herself in. She didn’t need to send a third warning because I was staring at the fucking thing. The rest of the article was about how Cooper needed to stay away from me since I was known for making my boyfriends so miserable that they killed themselves. They even put a picture of Scott in the paper and described how he overdosed on pills, hoping that Cooper wasn’t next.
It also went on to mention that Cooper’s standards had lessened since he went from a successful woman like Claire O’Briene, to his many one night trysts with famous celebrities and models, finally ending with someone like me who couldn’t hack it as a physician since I dropped out and decided to be a physician’s assistant.
“How did you find this?” I asked, gritting my teeth. If I ever saw Scott’s mother again, I was going to slap the shit out of her. I thought she had gone too far with slashing Cooper’s tires, but this was way worse.
“They’re everywhere, Kate. When I went down to the lobby to eat breakfast, I saw one lying on a table with Cooper’s name in plain sight. Knowing it’s one of those stupid gossip magazines, I didn’t think much of it until I saw the pictures. Do you think it was Scott’s mother who did this?”
“I have no doubt,” I huffed, glaring down at the article. “Cooper’s gone through so much shit the past couple of weeks and it’s all because of me. What if he gets tired of it and doesn’t want to deal with it anymore?”
Joel tapped me on the chin with his finger, wanting me to look up at him. “Then you’ll have your answer, Kate. I love Cooper just like a son, but if he gives up that easily then it’s his loss. You deserve someone who will fight for you no matter what. Besides, he’s kind of used to the tabloids running his name through the mud. You should’ve known your name would be dragged through this as well by getting involved with him.”
Unfortunately, I didn’t think anyone would waste their time talking about me.
“Thanks, Joel,” I murmured sadly. “We’ll deal with it somehow. I just wish I knew what to do.”
Joel got to his feet and pushed his chair under the table, tenderly squeezing my shoulder before walking toward the door. “Well, there’s nothing we can do about it here in Arizona. Why don’t you get your things packed up? I’m sure Cooper will be back soon. I’ll talk to the team once we’re all together back home.”
After Joel took his leave, I walked around the suite in complete silence while all of the memories from the night before replayed in my mind. I did my first strip tease, and slept outside under the stars for the first time in my life as well. I held those memories close to my heart while I packed up our things.
He had already been gone an hour, and I was beginning to think he wasn’t going to come back in time before we had to leave for the airport. I didn’t want to leave without him, but I would if he needed more space. For the first time in my life I was happy, and I didn’t want to lose it.
I was determined to do whatever I had to do to keep it that way.
As soon as I left the suite, I knew who I needed to call. There was only one person in the literary business who was widely known and could get shit done … Shelby Dawson, a.k.a. Paige Monroe, the well-known journalist. Before I injured my shoulder, she had interviewed me for a ten page spread in the illustrious Physique Sports and Fitness Magazine.
I didn’t want to call her on a Sunday, but I had no choice. Scrolling through my contacts, I finally found her number and dialed it, taking a seat on a secluded bench out in the courtyard of the hotel.
“Hello,” she answered.
“Shelby, hey it’s Cooper Davis. How are you?”
“Well, I’ll be damned. I’m doing great, how are you? Did Bryan call you or something? I told him I was going to get in touch with you tomorrow.”
“Uh … no, he didn’t,” I replied skeptically. “Why were you going to call me tomorrow?”
She laughed. “I guess it was fate then. Bryan wants to do a follow up article on you now that you’ve transferred to another team. Would you be up for that?”
Wow, I believe it was fate. Now I could get my own story out there and redeem both Kate and myself.
“I would be honored,” I told her. “I think that’s actually what I need right now.”
“Great, I know it has to be a change for you being over in North Carolina instead of California. My husband and I bought a house in Nags Head just recently. We can always do the interview out there if you want instead of you coming out this way.”
“I would like that,” I said. Kate could come with me and we’d have a whole weekend away … that was if she still wanted to be with me after today.
“So what may I ask is the reason you called if Bryan hadn’t gotten to you first?” she asked curiously.
“Do you happen to know anyone who writes for The Star Report?”
She scoffed, “Unfortunately, yes. I know a couple of the journalists. Why do you ask? They didn’t do another article on you, did they?”
“I wish I could say they didn’t, but they did. Now everyone will know that the only NFL team that wanted me was the one coached by my uncle.”
She gasped. “Is that even true?”
“Yes,” I sighed, “it is. The truth is that no one wanted me after my injury. My uncle took a chance on me and brought me on. Believe me, it was an embarrassment for my family to know that I had fallen from grace.”
“No, you didn’t. You’re brilliant out on the field. Why do you think my magazine wanted to interview you? Do you honestly care what others think, especially TSR?”
Angrily, I ran a hand through my hair and huffed, “No, I don’t. I’m not going to lie, I used to care because I didn’t want to let down my family, but now I couldn’t give a shit. The only problem is that the article wasn’t just about me.”
“Who else was involved this time?”
Thoughts of Kate ran through my mind, and I couldn’t shake the fear deep in my gut that there was a chance I could lose her over this. “Shelby, there’s a woman I’ve been seeing and she happens to be one of our team physicians. She’s not like all of the other girls you’ve probably seen picture
s of with me in the past. This one is different.”
“It sounds like you love her,” she said softly.
“More than anything, which is why I need your help. Kate knows everything about me and has helped me face my demons, but she also had some demons to face herself. There’s a woman who wants nothing more than to ruin her, and her plan was to come after me in hopes that I’d let Kate go. I’m not going to do that, though.”
“Wow, this is kind of complicated, Cooper. Hold on while I look this up to see if I can find the article you’re talking about.”
I heard her typing over her keyboard keys for a second before her sigh came through over the phone. “Okay, I think I have it. Give me a second so I can read it.” It was kind of a long article, but she read it in about three minutes. “Um … this is crazy, Cooper. Is the part about the doctor losing her license over you true?”
“Unfortunately, yes,” I said. “And just so you know, Kate’s not supplying me with pain meds like they seem to think. She’s the one who actually helped me get off of them.”
“Now what about the part about the guy named Scott? What’s the deal with Kate supposedly sending her boyfriends to kill themselves? I’m assuming this Scott did that.”
Gritting my teeth, I bit down so hard on my lip that I could taste blood. “Yes, he did by overdosing on his pain pills. Apparently, his mother went fucking psycho after he died and blamed it all on Kate. We only recently just found out that he had cancer and that’s why he killed himself; the pain was getting to be too much for him. He made a video for Kate, and after two years, his sister finally shows up on our doorstep and gives it to her, along with the other stuff Scott left her.”
“Oh my God,” Shelby cried, “that’s heartbreaking. I can’t even imagine how upset Kate was over that.”
“The story doesn’t end there, though,” I thundered. “Scott’s mother had spent the last couple of weeks coming after me. She left a note on my car giving me a warning to stay away from Kate, and then the next week I got the tires slashed on my car. Obviously, when I didn’t agree to stay away from Kate, she went to the tabloids and spilled this story.”