Player Baby Daddy

by Hamel, B. B.

  “And I trusted your opinion of yourself. Clearly that was a mistake, one I won’t be making again.”

  Silence. I stand there outside of the door.

  “Is that all?” River finally asks.

  “That’s all. Get out.”

  The door flies open. River storms out into the hall.

  “River,” I say.

  He glances at me. “What, you wanna gloat too?”

  “No,” I say. “That’s not it.”

  “Leave me alone.” He walks down the hall and I hurry after him.

  “River, wait.”

  “Stop, Nicole. I don’t need you telling me how I fucked up too, how you told me so.”

  “River—”

  “Is that what you need?” He whirls on me, anger spilling over. “You wanna tell me how you were right and I was wrong? Go ahead, say it. Tell me how dumb I am for playing today.”

  “River,” I say softly. “That’s not what I want to say.”

  “What do you want then?”

  I reach out and take his hand. I hold it for a second and he looks slightly surprised. “My dad’s an asshole,” I say softly. “I’m sorry.”

  He takes a deep breath. Slowly he releases it and lets my hand go.

  “Yeah,” he says. “Me too. I’m just… I’m frustrated. I shouldn’t take it out on you.”

  “No, you shouldn’t. But I get why you feel that way. Because I was right.”

  He glares at me but there’s a little smile on his lips. “Couldn’t help yourself, huh?”

  “Nope, really couldn’t.”

  He leans up against the wall and I lean next to him. We’re in an empty hallway in a little unused corridor near the coaching staff offices. I think most of these rooms are either storage or empty training rooms that we haven’t needed yet.

  “Just couldn’t get a rhythm,” he says softly. “I mean, my arm hurt, but not that bad honestly. It wasn’t the arm.”

  “A bad day,” I say. “It happens.”

  “Yeah, but it looks worse because of the injury.”

  “Dad will get over it. You weren’t that bad, honestly.”

  He laughs. “Oh, thanks. Not that bad. High praise.”

  “I’m just saying, you weren’t awful. We didn’t lose because of you. Reggie had a couple drops and we couldn’t get anything going on the ground.”

  “Yeah,” he says softly. “Still. I could’ve done more.”

  I shrug a little and lean my head against his shoulder. I can’t help myself. It feels good, even if I am still a little mad at him for not listening.

  I guess I feel bad for him. I don’t want him to hurt or to feel angry or be in pain. I just want him to…

  I don’t know what I want. For him to be happy?

  But that’s so cliché and stupid.

  “What should I do?” he asks me softly.

  “How’s the elbow feel? And be honest.”

  “Really not bad,” he says. “Better every day.”

  “Keep rehabbing and working. You’ll bounce back.”

  He sighs. “What a shitty day.”

  “Yeah. Can’t win them all though.”

  He looks at me with this strange expression. “I sure as hell can try.”

  I meet his gaze and for a second I feel a chill run down my spine. And then stupidly, without thinking, I reach up for his cheek. I put my hand there…

  And let his face drift down toward mine.

  I press my lips against his and kiss him.

  I told myself I wasn’t doing this. I told myself I wasn’t going to get sucked back into this trap. But seeing him like this, being a normal person, angry at himself for not living up to his own expectations when it wasn’t really his fault…

  I can’t help it. I find him beautiful right now, gorgeous and a little damaged and in need of something.

  Maybe he’s in need of me.

  He pulls me off the wall and against him. I press myself against his body, feeling his warmth. I kiss him slow, let his tongue roll against mine… and my heart starts beating fast.

  We break the kiss off.

  “Come on,” he whispers.

  “Where are we going?”

  He walks a bit down the hall then opens a door I’ve never noticed before. We step inside and he flips on a light.

  It’s a training room with the usual stuff.

  And a single massage table pushed up against the wall.

  He turns to me, shuts the door, and kisses me nice and slow and I know.

  I should leave here, run away.

  If I were smart and I really wanted distance, I’d get the hell out of here.

  Instead, I kiss this man because I’m not smart.

  I’m just desperate for his touch.

  13

  Nicole

  I stumble back against the massage table as he kisses me and fumbles with the hem of my shirt. He pulls it up and it tugs at my hair before releasing. He tosses it on the floor and kisses me again with a savage urgency that I feel tingling all over my skin.

  He grabs my hair and unhooks my bra. I let it slide off and onto the floor as he palms my breasts and teases my nipples.

  “Only way I’m going to feel good today,” he growls in my ear, “is to get your clothes off.”

  “You’re doing a good job of it so far.”

  “That’s right. One thing I’m always good at.”

  I grin as he kisses me again. His lips feel so good as he unbuttons my slacks and tugs them down. I let him slide them off before he kisses my neck. I let out a shiver and a moan as his lips move down further to find my nipples. He teases them with his tongue, licking in circles and biting softly.

  I lean back on my elbows. He licks my nipples and drops down to his knees, cupping my ass. He kisses my stomach and spreads my legs, teasing my pussy with a finger over my panties.

  “You know, even out there on the field, I think about this,” he says softly.

  I lace my fingers through this hair. “I don’t believe you.”

  “You should. I think about the taste of your pussy… I think about winning for you, just so I can get another taste.”

  He pushes my panties aside and licks me top to bottom. I groan, shivering with pleasure.

  “You don’t have to win to…” I trail off, not sure what words I want to use.

  “I know,” he says. “But I can’t help but think about how good it would feel to have your tight, delicious little cunt wrapped around my cock after a good win.”

  I let out a little gasp as he sucks at me, licking faster. I groan and roll my hips, loving how good it feels, loving how he drives me wild.

  “Every inch of your body is what I need,” he growls. “Every delicious, perfect curve. You drive me wild, girl. Even when I’m so angry I can’t think straight, all I want is to sink my cock deep between your legs.”

  I groan as he grips my ass and licks me faster. He’s eating me up, driving me wild, and I swear I’m about to come already. I grab his hair hard and moans escape my lips.

  He stands up though, stopping just as abruptly as he stared. He kisses my lips and I taste my pussy on his tongue.

  “Better be quiet though,” he whispers. “This hall doesn’t get used much, but someone might hear.”

  “Yeah,” I breathe. “Right.”

  “We’d get caught. We’d be through.”

  “That’d be bad.”

  “It would.” His hand grips my hair hard. “Someone could catch us right now.”

  I let out a little moan as his fingers slip under my panties and start to tease me again. His fingers spread me wide then slide inside, grazing me and driving me insane.

  “God, yes,” I whisper. “We could.”

  “You like that? You want someone to catch us?”

  “No,” I moan. “I mean, yes.”

  “That’s what I thought. You dirty girl.” He grips my hair harder. “You’re a filthy girl, aren’t you?”

  “Oh, god, yes,” I moan.


  His fingers slide deeper, fucking me nice and slow as they curl to roll along my perfect spot. I’m shivering, shaking with pleasure, my body tense.

  But he doesn’t let me have that final release. He turns me around, still grabbing my hair, and spanks my ass. He bends me over the massage table and spanks me harder.

  “Oh, god,” I gasp. “River.”

  His hand moves down to cover my mouth as he pushes my panties aside and fucks me with his fingers.

  “Not too loud,” he warns.

  I moan into his palm. He takes me like that, fingers doing their work. I wiggle my hips, wanting more.

  He steps back from me, smirking. I look over my shoulder and watch as he undresses. Shirt first, then jeans. His cock is already rock hard and his muscles are stiff and popping from working out on the field.

  He looks glorious, absolutely perfect.

  He steps behind me, cock in one hand. But he turns me, pushes me to my knees.

  “Taste it,” he whispers. “And don’t be too loud.”

  I take the base of his cock in my hand and open my mouth. He grabs my hair and pushes me down onto his tip. I moan as I taste him, salt and skin. I taste him and suck him, tongue rolling around his tip.

  I can’t help but moan as I suck his cock faster. I suck him, taking him deep into my mouth. He growls and pushes me lower. I let my spit roll down his shaft, gathering it in my hand and stroking him. He moans, biting his lip with that look like fire in his eyes.

  He pushes me deeper. I gag and keep going, not able to stop. I want more, every inch of him, every single inch. He’s groaning and I suck his cock faster, tongue rolling, hand working. I have to use both hands to get all the way around his shaft and I keep going, bobbing up and down, breasts shaking as I suck his massive cock.

  He growls and pulls me up. He bends me over the table and spanks me hard before gripping my hair.

  “Fuck,” I gasp.

  “Tell me you want me to fuck your cunt,” he whispers. “Beg for it.”

  “Please,” I moan. “Fuck me, River. I want to feel you inside me.”

  He growls, almost a purr, and wiggles his cock against me. He shifts it inside me then pushes, filling me up, filling me so incredibly perfectly that I toss my hair back and moan.

  He holds my hips tight and sinks himself deeper. God, I always forget what his cock is like, so thick and massive.

  “I’d lose every game if this was my reward,” he groans. “Tight and wet and perfect. You’re slick and heaven.”

  “Oh, god,” I shiver. He strokes in and out of me, arms holding me tight. He teases my breasts from behind and his lips kiss my neck. I push back against him, taking his cock deep inside of me.

  “Fuck, girl,” he growls, slapping my ass. He grabs my hair and thrusts inside of me, fucking me hard.

  I feel him reach around and tease my clit. He’s so good, so goddamn good with those fingers. It’s like he knows what I need before I even ask for it.

  He thrusts inside me, deep and rough. His cock is like granite inside my pussy and I know I’m in heaven.

  I’m trying not to be loud, but it’s impossible. With the way he fucks me, I can’t help but moan.

  He reaches up and puts a hand over my mouth. “You’re going to get us caught, you filthy girl,” he whispers. “You like taking a big cock, don’t you? You like screaming for it.”

  I moan and tell him, yes, yes, I love it, I love your big fat cock between my legs, I love your rough hands slapping my ass and pulling my hair and making me beg and making me yours, all yours, but it comes out just a moan stifled by his hand.

  He fucks me deep and slick and I take him all, every inch of his thick cock. I push back against him, riding his shaft, until he growls and pulls out.

  He lifts me up onto the table, turning me to face him. He’s just the right height. I lean back on my elbows as he lifts one of my legs up before sinking himself back inside of me.

  I gasp and his hands tease my breasts as he strokes in and out. I look at him, biting my lip. He leans over me, kissing me slowly, tongue against my tongue.

  He kisses my neck, my nipples, his cock sliding in and out. I want it all, every inch, as he slowly moves faster.

  I have to bite my lip to stop from moaning. I want to scream and beg him to fuck me harder but I know I have to hold back. I groan and wiggle my hips and he slides himself deeper.

  “You love having this cock buried inside you,” he growls in my ear. “You love getting fucked, you dirty girl. And I love making you come on this fat cock.”

  “Oh, god, yes,” I moan. “Keep going.”

  He fucks me faster. He bites my lip, bites my nipples. He grabs my hips and takes me, shaking the whole damn massage table. He’s not gentle or slow and god, it feels good.

  I lean forward, wrapping my arms around his neck. He supports me easily, like I weigh nothing. He strokes inside me, kissing my lips, hands in my hair.

  Then he turns and climbs up onto the table. He puts me back down in his lap, straddling his cock. I slide back down along his shaft and start to ride.

  It’s like heaven. His hands slap my ass and grab my hair. I kiss him and he bites my lip as his hands tease my ass. He spreads me wide and fucks me to my rhythm, my pace.

  “You want to come like this?” he whispers. “Go ahead and ride my fucking cock, girl. Show me what you can do. Show me how you like to get off.”

  I groan and ride faster. I work my hips and push back. We’re sweating, fucking working. He teases my breasts, licks my nipples. I’m lost in him, sunk down deep in his eyes and his body. I can’t help myself.

  I need more, every inch. “River,” I gasp as he thrusts inside me.

  I know I can’t hold back. I fight it but I know I’ll lose.

  I tense and he senses it. He fucks me, holding my hips, and I keep trying to ride him just as I start to come.

  “River,” I chant like a prayer as my orgasm rips through me. He fucks me, holding my hips, groaning himself.

  And I feel it, I feel him come inside of me. He comes deep in my pussy, pushing me on, filling me up. We come together, groaning, all thoughts of getting caught completely lost now.

  Slowly we come back to earth. He holds me tight in his arms, both of us panting and breathing deep.

  “Damn,” he says finally. “Worth the loss.”

  “Shut up.” I grin at him and slowly peel myself away.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “Somewhere else,” I say, getting dressed.

  I want to stay in his arms, but I know I shouldn’t.

  “Guess that’s smart.” He almost looks… disappointed.

  I smile and kiss him then pull on my shirt. “How do I look?”

  “Like you just had the best sex of your life.”

  I glare then laugh. I kiss him again.

  “Don’t get cocky,” I say. “You’ve got a long way to go.”

  “Yes, Coach.”

  He grins at me. I turn and walk away, a shiver running down my spine.

  14

  River

  “You’re officially benched.”

  It’s like deja-fucking-vu up in this bitch. Coach stares at me down his nose and leans back in his chair with a smug look.

  “That’s a mistake,” I say.

  “Maybe. But last game you were clearly still hurting and I can’t have you on that field like that again.”

  I clench my jaw. “Coach—”

  “Listen, River.” He leans forward with a sigh. “I was hard on you after that loss, I’ll admit it. But we both know you’re capable of much more when you’re healthy. One game isn’t going to kill you.”

  “It will if Cody plays well and you decide not to put me back in.”

  He seems surprised to hear me say that. I guess most QBs only think that, they don’t say it out loud.

  “Didn’t know you were the type to need reassurance,” Coach says.

  I glance at Nicole. Her face is expressionle
ss. She warned me this conversation was going to happen and told me not to say anything stupid to her father. But she won’t be any help now.

  “I’m not,” I say finally. “But I am realistic. I know how this goes. Young upstart QB has one good game and suddenly the old man is gone.”

  “You’re not an old man, River,” Coach says.

  “I damn well know that,” I say. “But you know what I mean.”

  He rubs his temples. “I know what you mean,” he confirms. “Look, son. I can’t make any promises. I don’t know how Cody’s gonna play and how I’ll feel watching him. All I know is, you’re still injured and you need a week off. We never should’ve put you out there last week.”

  I lean back in my chair and sit there in silence for a second. Even with warning, even expecting this, it still stings.

  I hoped Coach was just heated after our loss. I hoped he’d calm down and see that, even playing hurt, I’m still our best bet at winning.

  Unfortunately, he hasn’t. Nicole told me this morning that he spent all day yesterday watching tape and discussing it with the other coaches.

  “If it helps at all, I told him I think you should play,” she said to me. “I mean, I don’t think Cody is ready and you just had one rough game. Another easy week and you’ll be fine.”

  “Thanks,” I said, but no, that didn’t help much.

  I appreciate that she believes in me, but I’ll still be sitting on the fucking bench.

  Nothing hurts worse in a professional athlete’s career than sitting on the bench. It means you’re right there, inches away from being good enough, but you’re just not quite there. You’re good enough to be a backup, maybe play special teams, shit like that… but actually getting on the field and doing something?

  Nope, sorry, asshole. Sit down and let the big boys play.

  It’s awful. I fucking hate being benched. I’ve been hurt before and had to sit out games but never on a questionable injury like this. I mean, I broke my fucking hand once, so yeah, I had to sit. This is just some bullshit.

  I know there’s no arguing. His mind is set and I’m not going to get out of this conversation with anything resembling what I want. Still, I want to make him squirm a little bit.