Brother's Best Friend is Back

by Eva Luxe

  I chuckled. “I don’t think so. I don’t do relationships because I don’t need them. I’m happy alone. If I can sleep with them, I’ve gotten what I need. What’s so wrong about that? Men do it all the time, and no one questions them.”

  “You’re right,” Kina said, picking up one of the throw pillows and hugging it to her chest. “I just think that you should have given Luke a chance. He was a nice guy. He treated you right, and he wanted to commit. Do you know how hard it is to find that combination?”

  “When I get around to looking for those qualities, specifically, you can weigh in more and I’ll let you know what I think. Until then, I’m happy with my life and what I’m doing with it. I don’t need a man. You don’t have to worry about me. You know this is how I do it. Besides, when I don’t have someone distracting me, I can give my job my all. My career is important to me.”

  “There’s more to life than work, you know.” Kina wasn’t going to let this go. “You’re already twenty-eight. Shouldn’t you start settling down?”

  “Shouldn’t you start minding your own business?”

  Kina laughed and held up her hands in defense. “Okay, okay,” she said. “I’ll drop it. I won’t talk about men again until you bring it up, okay?”

  “I’d like to see that,” I said. “But I don’t think you know how to not talk about it.”

  Kina made a face at me. She was still smiling, though.

  “I only give you my unsolicited advice because I care about you,” she said.

  I knew she was telling the truth. She truly was just worried about me. I understood that.

  What she didn’t seem to understand was that I was perfectly happy being alone. I was good at my job, good in bed, and good at keeping both of those areas of my life separate. I was good at not getting involved.

  And my way of doing things suited me just fine, no matter what Kina had to say about it. Even though I knew her concerns were coming from a place of love, I didn’t think I should listen because my life was already perfect just the way it was.

  Chapter 5

  Hanson

  “What are you going to say to him?” Brian asked me.

  He was out of breath, his legs eating up the distance on the treadmill. His shirt was soaked with sweat down his back, chest and under his arms.

  I had just stopped running on my own treadmill. We were at the Sharks’ Training Facility at Nova Southeastern University. It was the home of the Sharks and the one place I could escape from everything and get lost in the game.

  At least, it used to be like that. Lately, it didn’t feel like much of an escape if the game itself had been removed.

  “I’ll see what he has to say to me, first,” I said. “Then I’ll take it from there.”

  I found a water bottle in my bag and sucked the cold liquid down. I was about to see Coach for our chat, and as much as I hated to admit it even to myself, I was nervous.

  Wednesdays weren’t usually gym days for me, but cardio always released tension, and extra fitness never hurt. Besides, I wanted to show Coach that I was serious about my game.

  Even though I’d been suspended for six games, a lot more than I deserved for what had happened, I’d kept up with my training and diet regimen. Apart from binge drinking now and then. But when that happened, I’d train harder the next time to work off the empty calories I’d picked up.

  “Don’t get cocky with him. You know he’s going to see what you’re like, and your position on the team could be affected by your attitude.”

  “Thanks, Brian,” I said sarcastically. “I forgot how perfect you are.”

  Brian didn’t respond. His chest rose and fell as he panted, finishing off his run with a full sprint. When he finally stopped the treadmill, he was shaking his head.

  “Don’t be a dick about it,” he said, breathing hard. “You know what I mean.”

  He put his hands on his hips and tipped his head backward. His sandy hair was drenched with sweat, which made it look darker.

  “I need a shower before I talk to Coach,” I said.

  We picked up our bags and headed to the locker room together. I did a quick rinse before I wrapped a towel around my hips and walked to my locker. The locker room was one of my favorite places to be, and it had become a home away from home because of how much time we spent in it.

  Large lockers reached up higher than we were tall, and gray carpet stretched from wall to wall. The locker room was huge and filled with half-naked men, confident enough in their own skins not to care. Like me, they were world class athletes who were fit and athletic, with no reason to feel anything but pride about their bodies.

  I put my bag on the bench in front of my locker and pulled on slacks, a shirt, and a vest. My arms and back were still wet, making darker marks on the material.

  “You’re going to speak to him dressed like that?” Brian asked.

  I looked down at myself. “What?”

  I thought he had to be kidding, but he looked serious.

  Brian shrugged. “Well, if I was having a meeting with Coach about my future, I would have worn a suit.”

  I snorted. “It’s a chat with Coach, not a press conference.”

  Brian shrugged.

  “Nice to see you around here, Bell,” Mark Graham said, walking past. His tone was slightly sarcastic.

  I shook my head. I’d been in here every day I had to train. Everyone knew that, including Mark.

  “I’m just saying this meeting is important,” Brian said, still on the same topic.

  “Right. Well, I’ve got this. Coach can’t afford to lose me.”

  “I bet he won’t miss your arrogance,” Dwayne Burton said. He stopped at the bench.

  I rolled my eyes. “Thanks for that,” I said to him.

  Dwayne shrugged. He looked down at my bag and pushed it off the bench. It was still unzipped. A few of my things fell out.

  I was getting angry.

  “What the fuck is your problem?” I yelled.

  I was sick of their elementary playground antics and snide remarks.

  Dwayne turned his back on me and walked away like that wasn’t the stupidest thing to do to a hothead like me.

  “Just let it go,” Brian said.

  He picked up my water bottle and put it into his own bag. They all knew I loved that water bottle because when I found it at REI I had let them know how awesome it was. It could keep hot liquids hot and cold liquids cold, and could be attached to a bag with a carabiner.

  They had teased me back then for continually talking about it so much, but it had all been in good fun. This was something altogether different.

  “They’re fucking with me,” I said.

  I was reeling. Anger boiled beneath my skin.

  “Yeah, so they’re being dicks. So what? Just imagine how happy Coach will be to see you after you picked a fight in the locker room.”

  I groaned. He was right, of course. Usually I would knock Dwayne upside the head for his stupid stunt. But right now I knew it wouldn’t do me any good at all.

  I kneeled, and Brian helped me gather my shit up and put it back in the bag. When I stood again, I took a deep breath. The team members glanced at me, unwilling to miss a show. I wasn’t going to give them one.

  But I was going to get my favorite water bottle back. On my way past Dwayne, I reached into his bag and grabbed it. He started to protest, stepping forward as if he was going to be the one to throw the first punch.

  Just do it, I willed him, wanting him to strike first so that I could get my revenge on him while also claiming self defense to Coach. But he glared at me and stepped back. He knew I would have the upper hand in any fight that might ensue between us.

  Fuck, I thought, but then I reasoned with myself that it was for the best. I had my beloved water bottle and he didn’t have a broken nose. Nor did I have one more thing to add to the list of why Coach was mad at me.

  It still ate at me that my teammates thought it was okay to treat me this way, thoug
h. I vowed to teach them some respect as soon as I was off probation. I headed out of the locker room, forcing myself to rein in my anger.

  Chapter 6

  Hanson

  Coach Thompson was on the field outside, looking up at the sky.

  “We had a good season start,” he said, when I walked up next to him.

  I nodded. I hadn’t been a part of it, but I’d followed the scores. We’d won some, and we’d lost others. We were somewhere in the middle of the league right now.

  “You ready to get back on the field, Hanson?” Coach asked me.

  I nodded. “Ready as ever, Coach. I’ve been keeping up my training and everything.”

  Coach nodded, turning to look at me. “I saw that, but it’s not that simple.”

  I frowned. “What do you mean?”

  Coach sighed. “Do you want to explain to me how the paparazzi got a hold of photos of you and two women?”

  Oh, shit. The photo in the hotel.

  “It was just a guest, following me around. You know how those maniacs can be. They all want their shot of fame by taking a selfie with me or selling something to the press.”

  Coach nodded. “I do know, but that means you have to be careful. Not that your actions are justifiable.”

  I groaned. “Everyone does it. Everyone else can have fun.”

  I knew I sounded like a five year old, but I didn’t care.

  “Everyone else isn’t on national TV.” He took a deep breath. “I’m going to be honest with you. We need you on the team. You’re one of my best players, and you were selected for a reason. But your reputation stinks, and it’s going to affect the team.”

  “What are you saying?” I asked.

  “I’m saying that if you want to get back on the team and stay there, you’re going to have to clean up your image.”

  I shook my head. “Because everyone else thinks I should be different than I am?”

  “You’re a brand, not just a person. You knew this when your career took off. If you want to be up here at the height of your success, the top of your game, with the best of the best, then there will be sacrifices.”

  I jammed my hands into my pockets. He was right. I did know that it was going to happen. I had just told myself that if I carried on doing my own thing, it would become part of this “brand” of mine and all would be forgiven. Bad boy makes good on the football field and all that. I suppose I had a false image in my head all along, and now Coach was bursting my bubble.

  “Let me give it to you straight,” Coach said. “You have to work with a PR Manager if I’m going to put you back on the team at all.”

  I groaned again.

  “Like a babysitter?” I asked.

  “No, like someone who will help you clean up your act so you’re really worth something on my team.”

  I shook my head. “I’m not doing it. I don’t need someone to tell me what to do.”

  Coach nodded. “That’s fine, Hanson. You do what you think is best. But realize that I’m not going to let you play unless you’re working with a PR Manager.”

  “You’re giving me an ultimatum?”

  Coach shrugged. “I’m just trying to help save your career. Take it or leave it.”

  “You can’t do that to me. I’ll go to the Board.”

  “Go ahead,” he said.

  I looked out over the field. I missed being in the game. I missed being part of the team. Football was my life. I had played it all through high school and college, and being scouted as a pro player had been my dream since I was a kid. I was twenty-four and at the peak of my career, DUI aside.

  I couldn’t lose all that now, not even because I didn’t want to be treated like I needed supervision. Especially because the DUI was such a bullshit charge to begin with. I know everyone thinks that, but in my case, it was the truth.

  “You’re not going to let me negotiate on this?” I asked Coach.

  He shook his head. “Your negotiating days are over. It’s a manager or nothing at all. I think it will be good for you. You can get yourself sorted out a little bit.”

  My image didn’t need sorting out. I was happy with who I was. Yes, the suspension had been shit, but other than that, I knew who I wanted to be.

  “What will it be, Hanson?” Coach asked me.

  I didn’t have a choice. I realized that. “You’re forcing me to say yes,” I said.

  “I’m not forcing you to do anything. You put yourself in this position. Not me.”

  I nodded “Okay, fine. I’ll do it.”

  Coach smiled and clapped me on the back. “I knew you would come to your senses. Come on. She’s waiting in my office.”

  “What? Already? My suspension isn’t even over yet.”

  Coach nodded. “I want you to get started as soon as possible. The quicker you pull yourself together, the better it will be for the team.”

  Coach turned and walked back toward the facility. I followed him. I didn’t have a choice. I was reeling. I had just been told I would have to get my shit together if I wanted to play at all, and now she was already here to tell me what to do. Not only did I have to have a PR manager, but it had to be a woman who would be in charge of telling me what to do .

  Fucking fantastic.

  We walked through the corridors. We passed the cafeteria where my team-mates were eating. They sat around the table, talking and laughing. I thought about the incident earlier. They didn’t like me. That much was clear. I knew they were pissed off about me being suspended, but they were being childish about it.

  We passed them and walked on. I wouldn’t be joining them today. At this rate, I wouldn’t be joining them anytime soon. I felt like an outsider with my own team.

  Coach turned to me before we walked into his office.

  “Just behave, okay? I don’t what you being rude to her.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” I said. “You don’t have to keep lecturing me on everything.”

  Coach looked at me long enough that I fought the urge to squirm before he opened the door.

  “Miss Townsend,” he said with a broad smile.

  I followed him in. I didn’t know what I’d expected to see, but it wasn’t this. When she turned to us, I stopped and stared.

  The first thing I noticed were her eyes. They were the clear blue color of a newly-formed icicle and looked just as piercing. Her eyes were offset by jet-black hair, short and styled around her face. Her look was fierce. And hot.

  I slid my eyes down her body. She was athletic and curvy in all the right places. Her legs and arms were more slender, but not in a reedy way. She worked out. I liked it.

  “Hello, Mr. Bell,” she said, holding her hand out to me. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

  Oh God, that couldn’t be good.

  I took her hand. Despite her strong appearance, her skin was soft and her handshake feminine.

  “I haven’t heard anything about you, Miss Townsend.”

  “Lacey, please,” she said.

  Her name didn’t suit her. It was a tame name for a woman that looked like she could be wild behind closed doors. I could just imagine what she would look like naked. Her body was in perfect proportion, her stomach flat, her tits the perfect size.

  She cleared her throat. I glanced up at Coach Thompson. His eyebrows were raised, arms folded over his chest. It was like he knew what I was thinking. But he had to be thinking something along the same lines when he looked at her. She was a walking orgasm.

  “We’ll be working quite closely together,” she said. “I expect you to make time for me. I’ll need you to send me your schedule so we can set a time every day in which we’ll be able to meet.”

  “You jump right into business, don’t you?” I asked.

  “It’s what I’m here for, Mr. Bell.”

  “Hanson, please,” I said, mimicking her.

  She nodded, her face an expressionless mask. She was so serious, so uptight. It just made me want to crack her and get her to relax.

  God,
the things I would do to her.

  Too bad I couldn’t. Because she was here to reform my image, not let me fuck her.

  Except, something told me I could change that.

  Maybe it was the way she cocked her eyebrow to stare back at me as I continued gazing at her. That one little movement showed me all I needed to know: she was up for a challenge.

  Perhaps I could challenge her to see which one of us is better at oral sex. As an athlete, I was used to making everything a game.

  We could make a bet to see which one of us would come first: her, from the rapid circles my tongue would make all around her clit, or me, from the strength of her cheek muscles sucking on the head of my cock while her hand moved up and down along my shaft.

  I could already picture it in my mind. Now I just had to make it a reality.

  Even though I knew the coach would kill me if I so much as touched her, I couldn’t help but follow my basic instincts. Looking at the cleavage poking out at me from her blouse was enough to cement my decision to go after my brand new PR rep, no matter the consequences.

  Game on.

  Chapter 7

  Lacey

  Hanson Bell was a man who knew he was good looking and used that knowledge to get what he wanted. He had an arrogant grin and a swagger about him that came from an overdose of self-confidence and a history of being told he was more than good enough.

  “I’ll leave the two of you to talk,” Thompson said, after introducing us.

  If he had noticed that Bell’s attitude was different than usual, he didn’t let anything on. I had a feeling that the two of them had just had a talk, though. He held out his hand again, and I shook it. He shot a glance at Bell that I couldn’t read. A reprimand? A warning? Then he left the office.

  When the door closed behind him, I was aware of Bell and his ego, and how small the office was with the three of us crammed in here together. I knew what I was doing, though, and if there was one thing I didn’t step aside for, it was someone’s pride.

  “Right,” I said. “We have a lot to do if we’re going to get you sorted out by the time you hit the field again.”