Mister Dimples: A Hero Club Novel

by Lindsay Becs

  My hips buck against his cock resting against me as he enjoys kissing, sucking and playing with my boobs, working me up so much that I’m getting dizzy from the euphoria coursing through me.

  “Troy?” He answers in a hum, his mouth still around my nipple. “I need you.”

  Lifting his head, he gives me a devilish grin as he begins to kiss down my body. I about jump off the bed—or levitate, I’m not sure which—when his mouth goes to my clit and he sucks on it like he did with my nipples.

  His glorious tongue—I swear it feels like he has about three of them—does unimaginable things to my pussy. He flicks, sucks, licks, and within seconds, I’m letting out a sound I’ve never heard come from me before as I explode on his magic tongue.

  “Now, you’re ready for me,” he says sexily with another smile, his lips glistening with me on them. He sits back on his haunches and reaches for a condom. Watching him roll it on seems like the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, turning me on more, and I begin to wonder if he slipped me something because everything about what’s happening seems way too good to be true.

  Gripping the base of his sheathed cock, he teases me, sliding the head through my sensitive center. Falling over me, he leans one arm by my head and watches my face as he lines us together and begins to push inside. My eyes start to close, but he stops me. “Keep your eyes on me. I want to watch you come undone this time.”

  I fight every instinct to keep my eyes open and on him. When he’s fully inside, he presses a kiss to my lips. “I tasted you as you came, and now I want to feel you when you do it again.”

  His hips begin to move, and I realize his cock is just as masterful as his mouth and tongue, his movements slow and purposeful. I moan, my brows furrowing as I fight to keep my eyes on him.

  When he shifts to his knees and pulls my hips up with his, I about die at the change in position. He’s hitting all the right spots, and then his thumb presses to my clit. “Fuck, I’m going to come. Holy shit, I’m going to come again, Troy.”

  I’m having an out-of-body experience as he gives me the best sex I’ve ever had. Everything around us is fuzzy as my body hums and buzzes with every nerve ending in me going into overdrive. He slams back into me and I explode, yelling his name, my body convulsing when the strongest orgasm washes over me. Seconds later, while I’m still coming down, Troy’s body tightens, all of his muscles on full display as he comes with a sexy groan.

  When he stops moving his hips, I lean up on my arms and smile. “Well, fuck. If I’d have known you did that, I would have jumped you way sooner, regardless of my morals.”

  He laughs as he bends to kiss me before pulling out and going to clean up. I watch his perfect ass as he leaves me lying on his bed, still trying to catch my breath and sated in bliss.

  “So, I’ve been thinking,” I start as I sit on Troy’s counter in nothing but one of his T-shirts while he cooks. He’s making us chicken stir-fry and rice wearing only underwear, looking all hot and sexy.

  “This can’t be good,” he jokes.

  “We agreed to announcing our relationship to my fans—who will be devastated, by the way.”

  “And mine,” he adds, nodding his head with a smile.

  “What if you did new segments with me?” I ask and bite my thumb while I nervously wait for his reaction.

  He looks at me then. “Like what? Me correcting all of your mistakes during a football game?” he asks with a laugh.

  “No, smartass. I can’t change that part of my job. But what if we did workout episodes or short segments where you train me. Or attempt to train me.”

  “You want to work out with me?” he asks with a raised brow, looking at me skeptically.

  “Not really, if I’m being completely honest, but I think it would bring in new fans for both of us. I’ve never worked out a day in my life or stepped foot in a gym. For you, working out is part of your job. You bring your sexiness and muscles; I bring my humor and sarcasm. Bam! New top ratings. What you do think?”

  He continues to stir the chicken and veggies in the pan for the longest minute of my life. “I need to talk to my agent, but I think that’s a really dope idea.” He steps between my legs and pecks my lips with a kiss. “Plus, I’d get to spend more time with you.”

  “Bonus,” I say before kissing him again.

  “I’ll call my agent in the morning. Can you get a contract drawn up this week? I know he’ll ask.”

  “Yeah, no problem. So, you’ll do it?” I ask excitedly.

  “Yes,” he laughs, kissing me. “I’d love to do a show with you. I think it’d be fun to torture you a little bit.”

  We eat and talk more about how the show could work, mixing both of our ideas together to form something that has the potential to be amazing. We’re both jumping with excitement by the time we finish eating.

  It hits me then. Maybe this could work. Not just the show, but me and Troy. We could work and have not just a good relationship (and life-changing sex) but a partnership that takes us to the next level.

  Jumping from his couch, I go to his lap, cupping his face, and kiss him. The way he kisses me back, I get the impression that he’s feeling the same for me too. It doesn’t take long for our kiss to turn into something more, and before long, we’re both naked again.

  Two rounds of sex, five orgasms, and a shower later, we climb back into his bed together. He pulls me into him and kisses me on the head with the sweetest of kisses before we both pass out, tired from all of the day’s activities.

  I wake up feeling my stomach growl in hunger. Opening my eyes in the dark room, I reach for my cell to see what time it is: 2:37 A.M.

  I try to fall back to sleep in the warmth of Troy’s arms, but my stomach keeps growling. After lying there for fifteen minutes, I give up and slowly slip from the bed. Padding my way to the kitchen, I open the refrigerator door and squint when the light from inside blinds me.

  Rummaging through the shelves and drawers, I peruse all of its contents to take inventory of what my options are. I don’t mean to toot my own horn or anything, but I’m pretty good when it comes to the art of middle-of-the-night snacking. (Toot-toot!)

  I decide on some sliced cheese and grab an apple. I leave the door to the fridge open as I find a knife and cut the apple into pieces. I’m just biting into my first apple wedge with cheddar cheese wrapped around it when I jump a mile high.

  “What are you doing?”

  “AHHH!!!” I scream, throwing my apple and cheese at my vicious attacker.

  Troy laughs as he picks up the fallen pieces of my snack that fell to the floor after hitting his bare chest. “Shit, that was cold.”

  “You scared the poop out of me,” I tell him with my hands braced on my knees as my heart pounds in my chest.

  He chuckles some more. “I could tell by the scream and the food thrown at me.”

  “Sorry,” I say, standing up then with a hand on my chest. I go back to my snack and wrap another apple piece in cheese. Looking at him, I see him watching me. “You want some?” I ask, holding it out toward him.

  “You do this often?”

  “What? Eat apples and cheese? Yeah, it’s a snack favorite of mine.”

  “No,” he laughs again. “Eat in the middle of the night.”

  I shrug my shoulder. “Sometimes,” I say, not wanting to tell him that I do this at least a few times a week.

  “I’m going back to bed.” He kisses me on the head. “Enjoy your snack.”

  And I do, my tummy feeling satisfied before I climb back under the covers and cuddle up to a warm Troy. This part is new. But it’s something I could get used to.

  8

  If Instagramming gym selfies helps you reach your goals, don’t ever let anyone stop you.

  TROY

  Damien, my agent, is looking over the contract Juniper had sent over after the company she works under agreed to her proposition about us doing workout segments together as we come clean about our relationship.

  The contrac
t states that we are to do a minimum of twenty-five episodes for one year with the option to add more or to extend. I’m hyped up and excited to do this. Not just because I’d get to spend more time with her but because I’ll get to use my personal trainer skills I learned in college too.

  Being a personal trainer has always been my backup plan should I get injured or had I not been drafted. I love working out myself. Add in helping others get healthy, and it’s a win-win for me.

  “You sure you want to do this?” Damien eyes me from behind his computer screen with a skeptical look.

  “I do. I think it’s a great way to try to beat any negativity about us dating and help both of our brands at the same time. I think it’s a killer idea.”

  He stares at me, taking a minute to gather his thoughts. “I see lots of positives, but there’s always the chance this could go sideways. What if you guys break up in a month? Then you’re contractually bound to her for the year regardless. Are you going to be alright with that?”

  I let that sink in, because I didn’t really think about that. All I’ve thought about is how this will allow us to be open and in public without worrying about people seeing us. I don’t see us calling things off anytime soon, but I guess there’s always that chance…

  Shaking my head to rid those thoughts, I look at him. “I’ll be fine. No matter what. But I gotta tell you, D, I see this one lasting for a while.”

  Leaning back in his chair, he visibly relaxes. “I’m happy to hear that. Glad you found a girl who sees past those dimples,” he chuckles.

  My mind flashes back to the weekend and her being at my place. Her kissing my cheeks before running her tongue through my dimples right before licking her way down to my cock.

  Clearing my throat, I shift in my seat and try to stop thinking about it so I can stand up and leave his office with dignity and not a boner showing. “So, we’re good?” I ask.

  “Yeah, let’s have you sign this before you go, that way we can get everything moving and let you guys tell your fans as soon as possible.” He goes back to his screen, and soon his assistant is bringing in papers for us to sign.

  I leave feeling even more excited than I did when I walked in. I’ve barely stepped out of the building when my phone rings. Moving out of the way of others, I pull it from my pocket and smile as I answer.

  “Hey, beautiful.”

  “You signed it?! I just got a text from Connie saying she already received a signed contract. We’re doing this?”

  Connie is the owner and one of the producers of the company that does Juniper’s podcast show. And now, the one I’m doing with her too.

  “We’re doing this. You ready to get your fine ass to the gym?”

  “Right now?” she asks, and I can tell she has food in her mouth.

  Chuckling, I say, “Tomorrow that ass is mine, Love.”

  “My ass can be yours tonight too if you want,” she says quietly.

  Letting out a groan, I tip my head back. “As much as I would love to, I need you hyped and ready to go in the morning.”

  “What time?” she asks slowly.

  “Seven at the American Hero’s Gym. Need me to pick you up? You’re on my way from the team gym.”

  “Wait. You’re doing your own workout before seven in the morning and then another one with me?”

  “And then another two after that.”

  “Are you even human? Who likes to work out that much?”

  “Technically, you’re working out, not me, when we’re together.”

  “Why can’t I just go to yours with you?”

  I can’t help it; I let out a loud laugh. “Because you would die.”

  She’s quiet for a second, and I wonder if I hurt her feelings. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I gotta work up to that.”

  Chuckling, I say bye and plan to pick her up tomorrow. I can’t wait to do this. But more, I can’t wait to see her in tight little workout clothes.

  Before our morning team training, Coach let me tell the team about Juniper and our new podcast shows that are going to begin soon. They all, of course, gave me shit the whole time, but in the end, they don’t really care. Even Coach was chill about it when I told him yesterday.

  Since the official press release is going out this morning, it was important to tell them myself. I made sure to call my family last night and let them know too, so they wouldn’t be caught off guard. My mom asked when I was going to bring Juniper home to meet the family, interested more in if she’d become my wife one day than us doing a show together. Ironic, since she’s always told me to take my time finding love so that it sticks when I do.

  When my driver pulls up in front of Juniper’s building, I quickly text her to let her know I’m here. Five minutes later, she emerges with a huge bag hung over her shoulder, sunglasses on and a coffee in her hand.

  I chuckle as I open the door and step out to greet her. “Morning, sunshine.”

  “Aren’t you tired? I mean, I know you’ve already done a training thingy or whatever, but aren’t you still tired?” she asks through a yawn.

  I kiss her on the head as I hug her to me before taking the bag at her side. She slides across the back seat of the SUV, and I climb in beside her. She quickly lays her head on my shoulder as she sips from her cup.

  “You know coffee isn’t the best idea before a workout,” I muse.

  Her eyes shift to look up at me as she removes her sunglasses. “Does this look like the face of someone who can do anything without coffee first?”

  “This face looks beautiful.”

  “I knew I liked you,” she says, snuggling further into my side the rest of the drive to the gym.

  Once there, I show her inside and where the women’s locker room is. She goes in to drop off her bag. When she comes back out, her hair is piled on top of her head, and she jumping up and down like she’s trying to mimic Rocky Balboa.

  “Hey, champ, you ready?” I ask with a grin.

  She claps her hands together. “Let’s do this, Tipton!”

  My eyes widen in surprise at her liveliness now compared to on the way here. She talks me through how this will work as we get set up in the private room I reserved for us to use. All of it really is pretty relaxed and natural. She puts mics on both of us and then lets me know it’s showtime.

  She kisses me, leaving me spinning when she pulls away with a wink before speaking, confusing me at first.

  “Oh, sorry about that. I was just kissing my new boyfriend! That’s right, ladies, eat your hearts out. Mister Dimples has been claimed, and I’m not sharing him. At least not too much.”

  I watch her as she talks to no one and everyone all at once, catching her eye as I flex my muscles. I see her looking at them over in the mirror wall in front of us.

  “Troy is going to be showing me how to gym. That’s right; I’m going to learn how to work these machines and… reps? Is that what you call it?” she asks, looking at me, and I realize now I need to speak.

  “Yeah, babe, we’ll be doing some circuit training, cardio, and muscle toning throughout this whole process.”

  “Is this what you do with your team?”

  “Somewhat, yeah.”

  We chat for a few more minutes before getting under way. I start her off with some warm-up stretches and can’t help my eyes from watching her ass as she bends forward. Once she’s warmed up, we continue and things are going pretty well. She’s doing great.

  “Alright, five more,” I tell her as I watch her squat with small hand weights, bringing them to her chest as she drops each time.

  “Holy mother of crap, Troy. My ass is on fire! Five more?!” she says, standing up straight.

  “Come on, drop it, baby. Get low; you got this.”

  She drops but then stops. “I don’t think I can get back up. I legit think I’m stuck, or I’m going to fall sideways like a panda.”

  This girl. I laugh at her dramatics as I continue to encourage her. “Don’t you give up on me now, Love. Get that f
ine ass up.”

  “If my ass is fine, why are you making me squat, you sadist?!” She yells at me before she pushes up.

  “Good, use that anger. Four more!” I clap.

  “You aren’t touching my ass ever again.” Drop. “Oh, shit. Will you rub my ass later? It’s cramping, babe.” Up. “Is it normal to feel like a tiny gnome is dancing on your butt?” Drop. “Is it muscle spasms? Do I need medication?!” Up. “My legs won’t stop shaking. It’s almost like…” Drop. “Owie!!” Up. “I used to like you.” Drop. “Please carry me to the car. I can’t walk without you!” Up.

  She drops the five-pound weights at her sides with a roar, like they’re a hundred pounds each, and looks at herself in the mirror, lifting her arms to flex. I pull my phone from my pocket and stand behind her, flexing with her to take a picture to document our first workout together.

  We finish up, and she only curses me a few more times before we’re done. Heading to the car, she walks like she just got off a horse, and I muffle my laughter with my fist.

  “I don’t think I can step into the car,” she says, looking at the open door like it’s a mountain to climb. Gripping her waist, I lift her to the seat and push on her hip to slide her over, because she’s not moving anywhere by herself.

  When we arrive at her building, I open the door and step out. She looks up at the entrance, and I turn my head to take in the fifteen or so steps that lead to it. Squatting down in front of her, I say, “Hop on.” Her arms wrap around my neck, and I grab behind her knees at my sides before standing and walking her up to her door.

  “Can you stay?” she asks hopefully.

  “I can’t. But I can come by tonight if you want.”

  “I’d like that.” She smiles.

  “You still excited to do this show?” I ask with a laugh.