I’d called her to tell her that, and she’d accepted coming over again. A part of me was thrilled. A part of me was surprised.
I didn’t think she would do it, but when I’d called her she’d agreed.
It just made me feel hornier.
The alcohol in my system was enough to push away all the reasons why I shouldn’t fuck her. There were reasons for me not to do it. I had a lot of shit going on with my past, and I had to be careful, but I wasn’t going to a public place with her. I was just going to do it all behind closed doors.
When the doorbell rang, I walked to the door. She stood in front of me looking like a vision. She wore jeans so tight, they looked painted on. I wanted to see her without them. I knew what her legs looked like, but I wanted to see her naked, this time.
All the way.
I pulled her in through the door and pushed her up against the wall, pinning her with my hips. I ground my crotch against hers, and my hands found her breasts. Her neckline was low enough that my fingertips were on the bare skin on her chest. Her chest heaved as she breathed harder. I squeezed her breast, my fingers pressing into her skin, and I massaged her with the palm of my hand.
She gasped into my mouth. I rubbed my cock against her, pressing myself tight against her through my clothes and hers. I ached for her, my cock throbbing in my pants. I wanted her, and I wanted her badly.
Kina pushed her fingers into my hair, her fingertips on my scalp.
I pulled her shirt up, my hands on the smooth skin over her ribs. She lifted her arms, and I pulled the shirt off, throwing it on the ground. Her bra was something satin-and-lace, but I didn’t pay a lot of attention to it. I was already working on her jeans, undoing the button and zipper. She kicked off her own shoes.
I wanted her in my bedroom. I moved her toward the living room, half tripping over the rug on the floor on the way there. We collapsed on the couch in a tangle of limbs. Her hands were under my shirt as well, and we tugged and pulled together to get it off.
She managed to get my pants undone, and between the two of us, we got undressed bit by bit until we were both naked. I turned her around so I could spread her pussy and ass open wide and take a look at what I had been missing.
“You’re such a bad girl to come over here and see me,” I told her, spanking her bare ass cheek.
“Ow,” she cried out, but then she said, “I couldn’t help myself. I had to come see you.”
“We’re not supposed to be together,” I told her, as I hit her other ass cheek. “We could get into a lot of trouble.”
“I’m such a bad girl,” she said, leaning her ass out so I could hit it again. “Punish me.”
I grabbed ahold of her clit and then spanked her pussy a bit—the part that was sticking itself out to me, offering itself to me hungrily, wanting me to claim it and do what I wanted with it, which I was only too happy to oblige.
Then it was time to get it on for real. I lay on top of her, and she gasped, her body writhing beneath mine. I wasn’t even inside her yet, but my cock was against her lower abdomen. I moved back and forth, bucking my hips, rubbing myself against her.
The alcohol fueled me. I’d had just enough not to think about what I was doing and second guess myself. I was still in control of my body, my cock hard and eager for her.
“I want you,” I said between kisses. “I want to fuck you.”
“So, take me,” she breathed.
I wanted to, but not here. I wanted to go to the bedroom and do it properly. I got off the couch and pulled her up with me. I took her hand and led her down the passage to my bedroom. My cock was hard, and it bobbed as I walked. I looked over my shoulder at her perfect body, with her wide hips, her almost flat stomach, and her large breasts swinging with every step.
I was barely in the bedroom when I turned and pulled her against me again. I kissed her, groped her, walking her to the bed without letting her go. I put a condom on while I walked, thinking, no one better ever say I’m not multi talented.
When we reached the bed, I kissed her again, pushing my tongue into her mouth. I tasted her—she’d had alcohol, too—and I tasted her desire.
I spun her around and bent her over so that she braced herself on the bed. She moaned a little, and it was a sound of pleasure. She wanted this as much as I did.
It was confirmed when I pushed my hand between her legs, fingers into her entrance, and felt how wet she was. She was more than ready for me. The juices running out of her slit showed me so.
There was no reason to wait. I wanted her, and she was ready for me. I placed the tip of my cock at her entrance and pushed into her. She gasped as I slid into her. Her body opened for me, her walls gripping my shaft, and I was inside of her, right where I wanted to be.
When I pulled out she moaned, and she cried out when I slammed into her again. I did it another few times before I found a rhythm. I fucked her hard, her body rocking back and forth, the sounds of our sex filling the room. She cried out while my cock hammered into her. My hands were on her hips, holding her steady while I fucked her. Her hands were braced on the bed.
I was getting closer. I didn’t want to come until she was ready. Judging by the sounds she was making, how hard she was breathing and moaning, she was getting close, too.
I reached around her body, squeezing her breast before I pushed my hand between her legs. I found her clit, and her breathing hitched a little. I rubbed in circles. I kept at it, rubbing her harder and faster, body bent over her as I fucked her.
She was getting closer. I could feel it by the way her muscles contracted and clamped down on my shaft. It didn’t take very long before she toppled over the edge. She cried out, her walls clenching me. Her muscles contracted, and it pushed me into my own orgasm.
I shoved myself as deep into her as I could and emptied myself into the condom inside her. She milked me with her body, tight around mine, and I grunted and groaned.
Finally, the pumping stopped. She was breathing hard, and I knew that her orgasm had passed, too. I was starting to get soft. I pulled out of her, and she collapsed on the bed.
I crawled onto the bed and pulled her against me so that the line of her body was pressed against mine. I traced her contours with my fingertips.
“I’m glad you came,” I said.
She chuckled, and I realized how it sounded.
“I’m glad, too,” she said.
My phone beeped, but I ignored it. I wasn’t going to bother with my phone when she was here.
More messages came through, my phone pinging. Her phone started going off, too. We could hear it in her handbag all the way from my bedroom.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
I shook my head. “I don’t know.”
But I had a feeling it wasn’t going to be pretty. Perhaps our rendezvous had somehow caught up with us. Someone just might be onto us.
Chapter 15 – Jacob
I rolled over and found my phone on the floor in my pants pocket. When I unlocked the screen, there were more than twenty notifications. Twitter was going crazy and messages were flying around with Markus at the center of it. Football fans all over the States and Canada had comments and hashtags were trending.
“What did you do?” Kina asked, getting off the bed.
“Thanks for thinking this is my fault,” I said, aware that it sounded a little bitter.
Kina shook her head, found a robe in my bathroom and wrapped it around her body. She disappeared back down the corridor. I turned my attention back to my phone. The tweets were all about loyalty and my lack thereof, of fights between team members and Markus saying things about my anger issues.
“This is such bullshit,” I said when Kina walked back into the room. I pulled a pillow into my lap to make myself more decent. “I don’t know what this is all about, but this is making me look so bad.”
Kina was on her phone, getting onto the bed and perching on the edge. Her light blonde, long hair framed her face in messy curls. If I weren’t so worried about wh
at was being said, I would have paid more attention to how fucking hot she was. Even when she concentrated like that, she was gorgeous. I could stare at her all day. But I had bigger things to worry about.
Like why everything was going wrong for me no matter how hard I tried to make it right. What the hell was Markus’s problem with me? Why was he picking fights with me, and over social media no less? The whole world was privy to this now, and it made me look bad. Like I needed any more bad publicity in my life.
I groaned and looked at my phone again as it pinged with more responses and retweets and everything I didn’t want.
“This is extremely unnecessary, Jacob,” Kina said looking at me.
Her eyes were bright with anger.
“Do you think I did this on purpose?” I asked. “It’s not like I planned to fuck and then get in trouble on social media for dessert.”
Her face closed when I said ‘fuck’ and I sighed.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean it that way. I’m just saying this isn’t my idea of fun.”
Kina nodded, but she didn’t look like she was just over it.
“Well, this is going to take a bit of work to fix. What is your issue with this guy, what did you do?”
I shook my head. “Why are you assuming I’m the one who did something?”
“Because no one is innocent. You didn’t transfer here because of your perfect track record.”
I was getting angry. “Yeah, that’s just what I need to hear from you right now.”
She sighed. I didn’t want to let her speak, apologize, whatever.
“You’re making it sound like I’m looking for shit.”
She shook her head. “I’m sorry. It’s just a lot to deal with when we have so much work to do as it is.”
“I’m aware that fixing up my image isn’t going to be a walk in the park, but you don’t have to rub my nose in it.”
She nodded. “I know. I said I was sorry. What’s this all about?” She gestured toward my phone.
“I don’t know,” I said. “Some of the players on the team aren’t exactly excited about my existence right now. It’s nothing I did to them, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“I didn’t think it was,” she said, but it wasn’t very convincing. In fact, I had the idea that maybe it was exactly what she’d been thinking. And we’d had such a good night. Now, the mood was ruined, I was pissed off, and Kina looked like she might think I wasn’t the best person to be with after all.
“Look,” she said. “I have to get home to my laptop so we can handle this. I’ll come up with some kind of strategy for us over the weekend. Come to my office first thing on Monday morning so we can see what we can do.”
She got up and left the room, searching for her clothes. When she came back, she had her clothes in her arms. I watched her drop the robe, standing naked in front of me with no sense of self-consciousness, and put on her underwear.
I got up, trying not to stare at her too much and found boxers in my underwear drawer. When she was dressed, clothes in place again like we hadn’t done anything, I followed her to the front door and let her out.
“I’ll see you on Monday,” she said before turning around and walking away into the night.
Chapter 16 – Kina
I sat with my hands in my hair, elbows on my desk, staring at Jacob’s file in front of me. His history was bad. Assault, a fight on the field that got way out of hand, and aggressive reactions when he was questioned about it in the media.
Aggression, volatile behavior, unpredictability: These were all things that made the story that much worse. If celebrities took whatever happened in their stride, the stories died out so much quicker.
Jacob, however, had built up a name for himself, but it wasn’t a good one. Not yet. He liked to pile on one misstep after another. Until now, when fate had pushed us back together. I just had to figure out a way to change how he was viewed by other people. Or, maybe, the things he did to be viewed that way.
I closed my eyes and leaned back in my chair. God, why did Friday have to start so well and end so badly? Our sex had been hot. It had been more than hot. I couldn’t remember when I’d last slept with someone who I’d had that much of a connection with in bed and who happened to be a decent guy to me afterward.
It was a pity that the night had been ruined with so much drama.
And now, Jacob and I were a little sticky. Sure, I’d been unfair toward him, bringing up his past like it was all his fault. It was sort of his fault, of course. No one had held a gun to his head and told him to publicly assault someone, but it wasn’t fair he was the only one being dragged down for this.
Whatever was up with the Markus character, he was set on making more trouble for Jacob, and he knew exactly where to start. Which was a problem. If he knew how to get Jacob off the team, it would be the end of Jacob’s career, and that wasn’t an option.
I had to do everything I could to make it work for him. It was my job as his PR manager to make it happen for him, but losing his career would hurt him. I knew what that would be like on a personal level
Kyle had missed his big break and look where he was at, perpetually drunk and in trouble. I was the one who had to pick up the pieces, so I got a firsthand account.
No, I didn’t wish that on anyone. Or their siblings.
I leaned forward again and found a blank piece of paper. I started jotting down ideas how to get his image back up there again. We had to start with the scandals that were doing the rounds now, and then, we had to build Jacob up to a point where he was beloved again. He had been once upon a time, and I wanted to restore that for him.
I tapped my pencil on the table, thinking. What was happening that they were all so against Jacob? Surely, if he trained with them almost every day, they would know he didn’t seem like the kind of person who would be intentionally aggressive all the time?
Unless he was, and I didn’t see that side of him. In which case, it would be better to get another perspective. And starting with the source was the best idea.
Having nothing else to follow, I decided to go with my intuition. It had never let me down before. I picked up my cell phone and dialed a phone number, not letting myself think too much about it, for fear I would back out at the last second.
Chapter 17 – Kina
Markus Spears answered his phone on the third ring, and he sounded out of breath.
“Yeah?” he asked.
“Mr. Spears, you’re speaking to Kina Peterson. I’m phoning on behalf of Jacob Lawson.”
“Who are you?” he asked. “A reporter?”
“No, I’m the PR Manager working with him.”
“Right,” he said, and he didn’t sound happy at all.
I hoped that it was enough for him to talk to me about everything.
“Would you mind if I spoke to you about the messages that have been circulating recently? I understand that he’s slighted you in some way.”
“You’re damn right he did,” Markus said. “Don’t know if you follow the news, miss, but he’s a loose cannon.”
“Why don’t you tell me what happened?”
He snorted. “You don’t need much of anything to happen for him to lose his mind, if that’s what you’re asking.”
I rolled my eyes. He was dramatic, trying to drag it out. I just wanted facts, not an emotional rollercoaster.
“What happened?” I asked again. “I can’t seem to find anything specific in the media.”
The messages were all about how Markus was the victim, but there were no real events that I could find.
“I was out with my friends, minding my own business, when he attacked me. He’s mad, I tell you.”
“Why would he just attack you?” I asked.
“Beats me. I said something about Texas, and it must have struck a nerve. It was ugly.”
I took a deep breath and blew it out slowly.
“When did this happen?”
“Friday night. He�
��ll never do it at training when everyone’s around to suspend him and put him down on his ass where he belongs.”
I nodded. I had everything I needed to know. “Thank you, Mr. Spears. I appreciate your input.”
He said something I couldn’t make out before he hung up.
He’d told me as much as I needed to know. Markus Spears was lying through his ass, and he was trying to bring Jacob down. I had no idea what his problem was, but I knew he was lying. If his story had been on any other day, I might have believed enough to follow up with witnesses, but it wasn’t necessary. Markus Spears was lying.
I knew he was lying because the alleged fight happened while Jacob and I were having sex.
Jacob arrived just after nine. He was freshly showered. I could smell his soap and aftershave. He was dressed in sports clothes, ready to go to his training session after he came to me. He didn’t look very happy, though. He seemed a little down, and it was understandable.
“Hello, Jacob,” I said. It was all very formal. I would have liked to give him a hug, but we were in public and our working relationship wasn’t supposed to allow for that kind of intimacy, never mind everything else we’d been doing.
“How are you?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Tired of all this gossip when all I want to do is play ball. This isn’t even sports anymore, it’s about entertainment. People are bored out of their minds, and they’re amused by someone else’s suffering.”
I nodded. He wasn’t wrong. He sounded a little bitter, and I could see how this would get him down. I was embarrassed because of how Kyle was being, and I wasn’t even famous.
“Well,” I said. “I think you can deal with the good news first, then.”
Jacob looked at me with hopeful eyes.
“I verified what Markus is talking about, and it’s bullshit.”
Jacob looked relieved. “How did you find out?” he asked.
“I phoned him.”
He frowned. “And he told you it was bullshit?”
I chuckled. “Oh, no. He told me everything that happened. How you were out in public with him and attacked him for saying something about Texas. On Friday night.”
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