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Valencia

When I came in this morning, I didn’t expect to see Gomez and Hunter practicing, but it was a nice surprise. It also gave me an idea to possibly do an impromptu video with the grump and the sunshine. Not my words, but that’s what a lot of our followers were saying.

Coach told them to go shower after they got into a heated exchange and I worried that maybe this wasn’t the best idea, but maybe it would do well for our social media presence. I headed to our offices to gather the things I had come for, taking my time but when I don’t hear or see them. I wondered if maybe they had left without me knowing.

I headed to the locker room to see if I still heard them. It was surprisingly quiet and just as I thought they had left, a groan caught my attention. Dammit, were they fighting? I scooted closer to the entrance when I heard another groan.

Fuck, what if one of them beat the other one up and left them here?

Still not sure what to do, I peeked around the corner and gasped at what I saw. Gomez was leaning in between Rigg’s legs thrusting against him while they kissed. My mouth dried up as I was at a loss for words, but thank god. I got to admire them a moment longer. They were sexy together and as much as I wanted to look away, I couldn't.

“Fuck, Riggs,” Gomez said, thrusting into him.

“Don’t promise me a good time,” Riggs said, kissing down his neck.

They were rough with each other, so I don’t doubt they hated this as much as they liked it. If I hadn’t seen this with my own eyes, I don’t think I would have believed it.

“Dammit, we can’t do this,” Gomez said, pulling away, sitting on his haunches.

Riggs tried to sit up and Gomez pushed him back down.

“No.” Gomez shook his head.

Riggs looked at him cautiously, like he didn’t want to spook an animal, but he also looked resigned, like whatever had just happened between them was a fluke. Gomez looked like he was fighting whatever he was feeling.

“This is a one-time thing,” Gomez said, before kissing Riggs again.

Both moaned loudly and my body flushed from desire reminding me of the threesome I had just had a few days ago. God, what I wouldn’t give to experience a threesome with these two men on the floor. Before I decided to do something stupid, I walked away from the locker room and forced myself to keep walking. God, they looked amazing together and maybe they just needed to fuck the hate out of each other.

It was a week before Thanksgiving,and I was able to wrangle a few players to visit a soup kitchen. Even one of the coaches, the owner's wife, Noemi, and husband, Easton volunteered their time. They were becoming some of my favorite people and I loved hanging around them.

“It seems like you've had a pretty good turnout,” Noemi said, bringing out rolls from the kitchen.

“Yeah, the guys on the team are great and are always willing to give back,” I said, putting out plates, cups, and utensils.

“Yeah, well, Riggs and Gomez are always the first to volunteer for the hot Social Media Manager,” Easton said, nudging me with his elbow.

“Don’t start,” I said, feeling a blush coming on. They were just teasing me, but every time I saw them together, I remembered the day I had seen them in the locker room.

Surprisingly, they had been doing better in games, but I could still feel the tension. I was pretty sure they were trying to ignore each other, except every now and then I would catch the lingering glances between them. What I wouldn’t give to see what was going on in their heads or be there to see them together again.

“Do you like them?” Noemi whispered.

“Whether I like them or not doesn’t matter, they are essentially my coworkers,” I said, making sure all the trays had serving spoons. “Plus, it's in my contract not to fraternize with the team in that aspect.”

“So, it’s a little bit of a forbidden romance?” Easton raised his brows.

“Oh yes, pining for someone and those longing looks,” Noemi said, leaning into Easton. “The tension must be amazing and oooh, the sex is probably even better.”

“Guys, there is no sex and how the hell did we start talking about this?” I huffed.

“No sex, that’s pretty sad.” Gomez’s voice made me pause for a moment.

“I know, poor Valencia has hit a dry spell,” Noemi said, with a smirk and I imagined slamming her face on the table or into the beans.

“Yeah, we were thinking of setting her up with a friend of mine,” Easton said, as I imagined the same thing.

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