Page 1 of Protecting Player #73
Prologue
T.K
Menacing clouds loom in the night sky, a thunderstorm on its way, as I relax on a bench across the street from the modest home my target lives in with her friend, Thor Strong. I don’t like him. He’s too handsy, too watchy, too in her space, and I can’t do anything about it because she doesn’t know I’m fucking here. She has no idea that my disguised hatred is code for unrequited obsession and that being away from her while the team was on the other side of the country was a form of torture I’m not sure I could handle again.
This ferocious pounding in my temples tells me no one else can have her. She’s mine, mine,minealone.
For the past month, she’s been running around the field, flirting with the guys, and giving her attention to the subscribers on our team channel. All because I fucked up. I’m pissed with myself, but we never would have met otherwise.
There are so many things I want to say to her, things she’d run from. Things I’d get arrested for if anyone could read the thoughts in my head. Like the fact that I want to tie Brea to my bed by her wrists and ankles, blindfold and gag her, completely at my mercy with no way to escape. I want to whip her thighsuntil my mark imprints on her skin, spank her until she begs me to stop, but most of all, I want to wife her up. I want to knock her up and drink from her milk-filled breasts until she’s empty, then do it all over again.
And to top it off…I want my name tattooed across her chest so there’s no mistaking that Brea King belongs to me. My woman won’t be able to stray because once the world learns she’s mine, there will be no going back.
Hell.There isn’t now.
I’m back in town, and once she’s asleep, I intend to slip into her room, steal the panties off her body, set a tracker in her phone, change out her birth control, and install cameras in every corner of her room and personal bathroom.
Brea King is the princess of the Portland Settlers on camera, but off the field, she’s only for me, even if she doesn’t know it yet.
I’m sick. I know this.
I’m determined.
And I will get everything I desire from this sweet, innocent woman. Even if it’s not what she wants.
Chapter 1
T.K
“What’s the fucking problem this time?” I’ve stepped into the team’s conference room, deep within the seventy-thousand-seat Rip City Stadium, glaring at both my coach, Jeff Rogers, and my long-time agent, Alexandra King. Neither looks pleased to see me. “What?” I snap when they continue to stare.
Alex rolls her eyes and points to a screen on the wall to my left. I glance over as she hits play, unsure of what I’m seeing until I hear the words, “Fucking beg for it, dirty whore.” A redhead is on her knees, gasping for breath around my cock that stuffs her mouth, with a hand fisted in her hair as I fuck her face. That was a good fucking blowjob. I don’t remember the woman’s name, though.
“Well.” What the fuck else am I supposed to say? ‘Cause I can’t tell them how hard I came down her throat that night.
“That’s it?” Alex seethes, clenching her jaw tight. Coach bangs his head against the wall.
“I don’t know why there’s video of that.” I won’t defend what I do in the privacy of–squinting to make out the background–a hotel room.
“You didn’t know she recorded your entire encounter?” Alex scoffs.
“Not a fucking clue. I wouldn’t have said yes. Not to some whore I picked up after a game.” Someone I cared about, I might. But this chick is a nobody to me.
“The owners are thinking of suspending you, T.K.,” Coach snarls at me.
“They wouldn’t.”Except, they would.I keep fucking up, and it always seems to be with a woman. “Look, I don’t know who this chick is, but I for sure know she was ready and willing and fucking begged for everything we did together.” It’s rather insulting that they’d believe otherwise.
Alex drops into a chair and shuts off the screen. “Look, Tate, you’re a fucking PR nightmare right now, so I need you to lay low. Next week, you’re going to donate some money to the food bank and possibly visit a children’s hospital. But under no circumstances are you to even look at another woman at this point. Am I clear?”
Scrubbing a hand up and down my face, I blow out a deep breath. “Yeah, Alex, crystal clear.”
She nods, and as she’s about to leave, hits me with a parting shot. “I’ve convinced the team to hire a social media manager to help fix your image. Stay the fuck away from the woman. That dick of yours remains in your pants, or I’ll cut it off myself and sell it to the highest bidder.”
That threat earns her a brow raise, and she leaves with a big smile on her face. Proud of herself for shutting me up.
Coach whistles as he crosses his arms and glares at me. “She’s nicer than me.”Fuck, I’m not going to like what he’sabout to say. “Get ready for practice. You’re doing three hundred suicide sprints. Get hydrated too.”
Just fucking great.“Hey, coach, can I get that video?” He rolls his eyes at me. “Not for that, you sick prick. I need to figure out this girl’s name. Despite what you guys think, I never would have approved that shit. I might be a fuck up, but I’m not a complete idiot.”
