Happily Ever All-Star: A Secret Baby Romance - Sosie Frost Page 0,254

of service.”

I stiffened. “That’s not—”

“If you want a nightcap before bed, you know where to look.”

I didn’t like his tone. “No, thanks. I think you served me enough.”

“Get your fill now. I have another away game this week. Won’t be around after Friday to fuck the shit out of you.”

What was wrong with him? “You know, Cole, you’re not very good with this afterglow part.”

“Never needed to be.” He shrugged. “You wanted to be fucked, you got it. Nothing else I can offer you.”

“Cole—”

“Night, Piper.”

The door slammed behind him.

What the hell just happened?

My orgasm had shattered me, and I was too shaky to pick up the pieces without getting cut.

The gentle Cole was gone, shoved back into the hole where his heart should have been.

What had happened to our moment? I knew something good had happened, some breakthrough into his mind and soul.

But I should have known better. Why was I trusting a man who deliberately hid the best parts of himself?

It was a mistake to sleep with him. Both times.

If Cole wanted to be a beast forever, fine.

I wasn’t going to save him from himself.

15

Cole

“How’s the MILF, Cole?”

Tim Morgan was a dead man. His laugh cackled over the locker room.

How hard was it to shower off the sweat and dirt in silence? Some men didn’t know when to shut their mouths. Others waited for me to do it for them.

Tim buttoned up his suit and admired himself in the mirror. He paused only to wink at his offensive linemen. He spoke loud, for the benefit of the team. Real courteous.

“I hope she’s treating her new sugar-daddy good,” Tim said. “But hell. I’d buy all the diapers and Legos in the world if it meant I got to fuck that sweet little cunt.”

The locker room quieted. Surprised. The team didn’t know anything about me, let alone my taste in women. I intended to keep it that way.

The anger management bullshit never worked before, but I had to try something. Counting to ten. Focusing on my breaths. Whispering a relaxing word that could calm me down.

Piper. Rose. Piper. Rose.

It wasn’t working. Not while Tim cackled, imagining all the filthy things he’d do to a woman he never should have imagined.

I kept my voice low. “Shut your mouth. I hear you talking shit about Piper, I’m gonna put you through the damn wall. You get me?”

“It was a compliment.”

“She doesn’t need your approval.”

Tim knotted his tie. He made a habit of looking nice and respectable, in case the media remembered what a shithead he was. The asshole had the nerve to hang a picture of his daughter in his locker, right next to the panties he swiped from the cluster of women watching the practice.

“You know…” He shrugged. “I’m glad you got yourself a woman. Hope she loosens you up.”

I buckled my jeans and shoved my feet into my shoes before I stuffed a football down his throat.

“Is she hot?” Deion, our center, took one too many blows to the head and forgot his manners.

“Yeah.” Tim grinned. “Piper Madison. Paul Madison’s daughter.”

“Oh shit. That little piece of dark chocolate?” Deion hooted. “You hitting that, Cole? Didn’t take you for the romantic type.”

Tim laughed. “Cole’s not winning any bitch over with that charming personality. He’s paying her to stay around—she’s his agent.”

Deion chuckled. “Christ, my agent won’t even take my calls, let alone my dick.”

“You’re missing the best part!” Tim wiggled his eyebrows. “Piper’s already had a kid, but there’s no baby-daddy in the picture. Know what that means?”

“What?”

“She’s not just hot as fuck, she’s easy.”

I charged Tim before the team could stop me. I considered cracking his skull on the lockers, stuffing him through an electrical outlet in the wall, or breaking my knuckles on his nose.

But if I hit Tim, my career was over.

And right now the game was the only thing keeping my temper in check.

He whined, but I was stronger. I tossed his worthless ass into the showers, pitching him into a stall. Tim shouted, but the freezing water must have shriveled his balls. He didn’t come after me, just whined like the little bitch that he was.

“This is a three-thousand-dollar suit!”

“The next time you insult Piper Madison, I’ll hold you under until you drown.”

The silence wasn’t a good sign, but at least our quarterback was living. I shouldered my bag and strode out of the locker room, slamming my fist against the door to coax it open.

Sometimes the pain helped. Sometimes it calmed me.

Today pain made it worse.

Much