I loved playing dirty on the field and in the bedroom. Life was too short to play by the rules, but soon enough, my bad reputation caught up with me, and no team wanted to touch me.It didn't matter how fast I ran on the field or how many times I ran for a touchdown; my past had caught up with me and it all but ruined my career. I needed a fresh start. A new team. And I'd thought I'd found it. Especially when I caught sight of the coach's daughter, Zoe, she drew me to her like a magnet. I couldn't look away, even after I'd made her mine. She'd throw me away, but like a boomerang, I kept coming back for more. Playing for the Southern Eagles and getting my reputation back in good standing should have been enough for me, especially when our parents started dating. The problem began, when I realized I was hooked, and I couldn't say no to her. But I had to start learning to play by the rules, and stop thinking with the one thing that always got me in trouble…
I stormed down the hall of the Southern Eagles training complex, feeling irritation clawing at my mind. My annoyance was held at bay, for now, only because things had gone as I’d expected. I was so preoccupied, I bumped into someone. He caught me as I stumbled, and I wanted to apologize, until I lifted my head and saw that smirking face. I froze, staring at him in surprise.“Hey, Zoe.”I gaped. “Howard! What the hell are you doing here?”Glancing around, I grabbed his arm and tugged him out of the way. My first instinct was to hide him. If he got caught here with me, he would be in some serious trouble.He just smirked. “I came to show my dedication for the sport, of course, Zoe. That, and I missed you, so I wanted to come see you.”“Did it have to be here of all places, though?” I hissed.He laughed. “Maybe I wanted to see how you look while you work.”If that was what he came here for, he was going to be sorely disappointed. I didn’t have any work today, so I’d planned to stop by so
Zoe pushed on my shoulders, and I pulled back. I hissed as my softened cock slipped out of her, and she let out a strangled sound that wasn’t quite a moan. I released her thigh so her leg could slide down to the floor, and I took a few steps away. I kept an eye on her so she wouldn’t fall. We’d done this enough times that I knew her legs were like jelly right after we fucked, and I was proud of that fact. I tucked myself back into my briefs and fixed my pants.She looked steady enough on her feet, and she pulled some tissues from somewhere and wiped between her thighs, grimacing.“Why did you come inside of me?”I arched an eyebrow. “You weren’t saying that a moment ago. In fact, you were pretty eager to–”“Howard!”I chuckled as she hissed my name, her face flushing. With her blonde hair in disarray, strands falling out of her braid and plastered to her skin from sweat, pretty blue eyes lit up and her face pink, I got the urge to take her again. I knew she wouldn’t say yes, a second
I stared out the window as Dad drove us to wherever we were going to eat. I’d just come out of an hour long meeting with him that left me frustrated. I didn’t even get to talk to him at home, because it was official business, I had to schedule this damn meeting and see him in his office for it, and here he was, strong arming me into going to lunch with him afterwards as if our conversation never happened.I loved my dad, but there were times when I wondered if it would be okay that I didn’t.“Is there anything you’d like to eat?” he asked. “There’s this nice restaurant a few blocks away, but if you like fast food, we can go for that.”“The restaurant is fine, Dad,” I said with a sigh. “I don’t eat a lot of fast food anymore, it’s not really healthy.”Not to mention it set a bad example for the guys on the team, who all had strict diets and workout schedules, so they stayed in top form. I used to love fast food when I was a teenager, because then no one had to cook, but I grew out of i
Fuck!My alarm woke me up. I groaned as I rolled over and got out of bed. Even when I had nothing to do, I tried to be up early in the morning, but today was special, so I couldn’t just hit the snooze button and go back to sleep.The team was getting together to practice. The season would be starting soon. I technically didn’t have a team, but I was really invested in this one. I’d have to keep trying to talk Ben down, but I’d leave that to another day. I got showered, then got dressed and headed out.I wasn’t the only one up this early. Actually, when I turned up for practice, everybody else was already out on the field.“Dude! You finally made it!”Brad, one of the other players, saw me coming out onto the field and ran over with a grin. The others followed behind him.“Sorry, I think I’m the only one who’s late.”“Nah, not just you,” another player said. “Coach isn’t here yet.”I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. “I know. Well, since I’m here, let’s get on with it.”Ben would
I stepped outside of the building and headed for the parking lot. I’d thought about waiting for Zoe to come to me, but after that confrontation with Ben, I wanted to see her. I didn’t know if, in the end, she would listen to what her Dad told her if he told her to stay away from me.Just the idea scared me.Before I could even get to my car, though, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I stopped beside my car, opening the back door to dump the gym bag I’d brought along with me. Then I sat in the driver’s seat and pulled out my phone. It was a message from my agent.“Fuck!”I texted back quickly that I’d meet him for our dinner appointment on time. This was something important, so as much as I would like to ignore it and head to her anyway, if this was about what I thought, then I’d get what I wanted, anyway.The restaurant he asked me to meet him at was a bit of a drive away, but I stopped by the house and killed some time before I had to go and meet him. I thought about sending Zoe a text
I trudged along the sidewalk. I was close to home, and that was the only thing that made me happy right then.This isn’t going to be easy, is it?I growled. “If Dad had something to do with this…”Who was I kidding, though, he had to have something to do with it? Just when I made up my mind and wanted to move on, all avenues were closed in front of me, and I didn’t think it was happening naturally, not this way.Finally, I made it to the house. It was the very same house where I grew up with my parents, even though now there was only the two of us. Sometimes, it didn’t feel like two people lived in that house, though. It was moderately big, with two floors, four bedrooms even though we’d only ever used two, and three of them had en suite bathrooms. The outside of the house was painted in white and blue shades, because blue used to be Mom’s favorite color.I groaned in relief, walking up the sidewalk to the house. At the short steps that led up to the porch, I looked up and froze.“Wha
I was humming along to a song on the TV, singing the parts that I knew, when I realized Howard was standing at the kitchen doorway just staring at me, and I stopped.“Don’t stop,” he said, laughing. “You have a nice voice.”I grimaced. “If you think so, you’re probably tone deaf.”“Well, dinner’s ready, so you can come and eat. Or would you rather I bring it here?”“No, that’s fine.” I jumped up, taking the remote to turn the volume up on the music, then walking over to Howard, following the nice smell coming from the kitchen I’d only just noticed. “What did you make? It smells delicious.”“I thought something simple would be best. We’re having baked chicken with stuffed baked potatoes. I cut up the chicken into strips, so you can just set the table. Do you have barbecue sauce? I like to have something to dip it in.”“Sure.”I got some plates and cutlery and transferred them to the table. Howard brought everything over and set them in the middle. I took several strips of chicken and a