Happily Ever All-Star: A Secret Baby Romance - Sosie Frost Page 0,134

do a damn thing.”

She didn’t like the criticism. That was fine. I didn’t like blue balls.

“We did the baseball game,” Leah said. “People liked that. We were on the jumbotron between innings. Everyone saw the local football hero wearing a baseball jersey, supporting the other professional teams in the city while out with his girlfriend. That’s a good start. It’s building a narrative.”

“You didn’t even kiss me back when the monitor drew a heart around us.”

She shrugged. “I got nervous.”

“Bullshit, you organized it,” I said. “Goddamn it. I’m so hard up on you I’m trying to score on a fucking kiss cam.”

“It’s not a good idea, Jack.” She exhaled and avoided my gaze. “Especially now.”

I recognized that tone. Learned to hate it. “What happened?”

“There’s a story coming out tomorrow about Bryon and his arrest.”

It was a sore spot between us. She thought he was bad news. So did I, but he was still my best friend and threw one hell of a party.

“They let him go,” I said. “No evidence.”

“Yeah…but it’s a whole article about professional misbehavior and league liability.” She frowned. “You’re their lead example.”

“Mother fuckers.”

“I tried to contact the writer. He won’t return my calls. We need to do something about this before you’re labeled a sexual predator.”

“How do you know I’m not?”

“Maybe you are.”

“Then run away little girl. Before I finally catch you.”

She didn’t want to play. Too bad.

“We’ve gotta make a plan tonight, Jack. I’ll buy us a pizza if I can come over?”

“You sure you wanna risk it? Last time you were there, you ended up naked and coming all over my couch.”

Her voice edged, a little kitten striking out with claws. “Yeah, I’ll try to contain myself.”

“Left a nice little wet spot too.”

“Jack.”

“You have any idea how sexy you are when you’re riding my tongue and getting yourself off?”

“Sexier than you can handle.”

“Not my first rodeo, Kiss. I’ve held you. Kissed you. Tasted you. Only one thing left to do now. Take a guess what it is.”

She stalked away, and I loved to see her pissed off, especially if it was the only passion I could get from her. It felt nice to get under her lovely skin again.

“Seven tonight, Kiss,” I warned. “Better be prepared.”

My pool was a good place to relax after practice. I needed to get more reps in, and the water comforted my bruised body. It took work to get in my shape. I built my pool specifically to help me train once my body gave out after a day of practice and working out. That was when I had to push it the most.

Breathe.

My arms cut through the water.

Stroke.

Not even the chill of the pool could dull the pounding in my cock. My body wasn’t streamlined at the moment, and nothing I did would rid me of the fucking hard-on. Seeing Leah, pissing her off, inviting her to the couch where I almost fucked her into oblivion? It wouldn’t calm me down.

I was that close.

Breathe.

What was wrong with me? I needed her. I wanted her.

Stroke.

I had more important worries than when I’d finally have her lips wrapped around my cock. The Rivets hadn’t called my agent for contract negotiations. I expected an extension before training camp started. A good fucking contract. Hundred million dollars or more.

Breathe.

They didn’t call. No one in the organization had a goddamned thing to say about it.

For the first time since I was drafted, I had the muzzle on and an empty bed. I was a good boy, but the Rivets were still as concerned about my behavior as the fucking league president. Christ only knew what Frank Bennett told them, and it wasn’t good.

Stroke.

If I didn’t get signed this year, it wouldn’t just be an insult—it’d be the end of my career. Only two years in and I was fucked beyond repair.

But If I didn’t get laid, none of it would matter. My cock would fucking explode before I could negotiate my signing bonus. Not sure a eunuch could make it in the league.

Breathe.

I hit the end of the pool and surfaced to study a pair of delicate and sleek cocoa legs slipping beneath the ripples. Leah dropped her laptop and purse on a lounge chair, and she wrapped her skirt a little higher on her thighs. She kicked her perfectly painted toes in the water.

“Hey.” Her voice was soft. She knew she got caught where she didn’t belong. “Hope you don’t mind me crashing your pool. It’s really hot out here this evening.”

And