Page 7 of Protecting Player #73
She has a gorgeous smile with dimples in both cheeks. Her eyes are always bright and full of life. And from the tone of her skin, the sun loves her. She talks animatedly about the bakery she’s promoting and doesn’t hesitate to take a massive bite of a cupcake on camera, giving her honest opinion. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, and it damn near looks orgasmic. The way she moans is like a sex act, and my dick rages for a taste of her.
Brea King is the kind of woman who could persuade a man like me to settle down and think of marriage, babies, and monogamy.Christ, I already am.
Closing my eyes, I lean my head back and imagine her waddling around in a pair of panties, fuzzy socks I saw her advertising and gushing over, and a cropped jersey with her belly exposed, the proof of my virility growing inside of her. Nice and round, bulging with her body, nearly ready to give birth.
My hand slides down to my pants, pushing the sweats past my swollen dick and clasping it roughly as I begin stroking up and down, imagining it’s her mouth or pussy.Fuck, the crimes I would commit to get inside this woman should have me locked up in a Turkish prison for the rest of my life. I can’t fucking stop, though. My grip tightens, hand pumping faster, and the release bubbles to the surface. The sound of her laughter sets me off, jets of cum squirting from the tip, splashing on my stomach and chest, and all I can think is what a damn waste. This load should have been inside my girl.
My girl.
Damn.
I’m a goner.
Alex is going to pitch one hell of a fit, if she doesn’t kill me first. I really hope she doesn’t drop me as a client because she’s the best agent I’ve ever had.
I will have to be clear with her that Brea is my endgame. She’s forever for me, and nothing will change that. Convincing her might be challenging, though, given how much of an ass I’ve been to her.
Staring down at my shirt with my seed drying into the fabric, I hesitate to remove it and toss it in the hamper. I want Brea to wear it, but I’m not sure how to make that happen, not without breaking into her place and putting it in her room in such a way that she believes it’s hers.
Getting up, I head to my room, carefully pulling the material over my head and laying it on the bed to dry while I hop in theshower. I’ll toss it in the dryer in the morning and figure out how to give it to her another time.
Is it sick?Likely.Do I care?Not in the least.
Marking Brea as mine is my top priority, even if she doesn’t realize it yet. There’s nothing I want more. For me, that says something.
The cold shower tempered my desire but not my need. I fight myself not to scour the internet for every picture and video of Brea I can find. Nevertheless, I do spend more time than I care to admit rewatching the live interviews she did today and scrutinizing every micro expression on her face when I touched her.
Her beautiful blue eyes darken, the pulse in her neck races, she’s tense, but I don’t get the sense it’s because my touch was unwelcome. If I pause and study closely, her nipples pucker the slightest bit. Maybe it’s my imagination; maybe it isn’t.
I lie in bed, the sun having long since set, and spend too many hours staring at her face. Memorizing her dimples, the laugh lines in her eyes. The tiny speckles of gold in her irises. Her plump lips that I want nothing more than to kiss and suck on.
I briefly wonder if she has tattoos that she’s hiding. There’s an air of defiance and rebellion in her movements and speech. I can picture her with stars on her hips, or maybe a butterfly high on the side of her thigh. Perhaps a perfect rose on her ribcage.Christ, what I would love is for my number to be imprinted somewhere on her body–perhaps the inside of her thigh, where only I could see it.
Possessive feelings for her rock deep inside my soul. She will be mine. It doesn’t matter the amount of manipulation and forcing of the narrative I must do; I’ll love her so completely that she won’t care how we got together.
Chapter 6
Brea
My one-month trial run with the team ended yesterday, and as I walk out of the conference room after the team’s owner offered me a full-time, six-year contract, more than impressed with my work and ability to hype up the fandom for the season, I’m in a state of disbelief. Staring at the freshly signed papers, I still can’t believe how much money they offered me. It’s twice the amount I asked for.
There have been a few hiccups along the way: a player or two acting too flirty for my liking, comments implying something happening behind the scenes that wasn’t, or the coaching staff occasionally forgetting I was there to help and becoming annoyed with me. Apologies almost always follow, but I’ll never understand why, because they don’t owe me anything. Well, maybe the flirtatious players, but I knew what I was in for when I signed up for the job.
The best part, so far, has been the trip to the children’s hospital three weeks ago with T.K., Cash, Jacob, Kace, and Mathias. The kids were so excited, asking all kinds of questions, hoping for autographs and pictures. I witnessed it all. The parents’ tears from the visit that lit up their kids’ eyes. Thewhispers of staff about how much the kids needed to forget about their treatments.
I took the time not only to record the team interactions with parents, kids, and staff, but also spoke with the children and adults afterwards. I asked the staff how occasions like this help on the journey to healing and recovery. That outing is likely what landed me this incredible contract. I showed the fandom more than just some superstar athletes doing a little good. I shared stories of the kids fighting for their lives, and because of it, significant donations were made to the hospital for ongoing treatments and to cover the costs for families who may be going into debt due to the illnesses their children were facing.
Never in a million years could I have imagined making such an impact on someone else’s lives doing something I enjoy. I am incredibly grateful for the opportunity, though. I’ll accomplish as much as I can while I’m in a position to do so.
“Got some good news there?” Kace Walker stops me as I’m heading to the field.
Smiling proudly, I wave the paper in my hand. “I was just given my contract!” Kace high-fives me. This man is what I like to think a big brother would be. He’s kind and considerate and always looking out for me and the younger guys on his team.
“Drinks tonight?” he asks, and I beam like I’ve won the lottery. “Call Alex, see if she’s in town. She can join us, and I’ll round up a few guys. All my treat.”
“Really? Are you sure? You don’t have to.” I could squeal with excitement. Being part of the team is like having an extended family.
“Hell yeah! This is huge. You want to invite your folks, too?” I shake my head, heat igniting my cheeks, and Kace chuckles. “Yeah, I get it. We can be a wild bunch.”
