5 weeks later…"What is Tiffany the tramp doing here?" I shush Geni and smack her with a towel. "She's with Rowen Flanigan.""The rookie?" she asks, taking a sip of her wine. "Since when do the players bring groupies to team parties? I thought they only had special parties with those girls."I roll my eyes and slice more cheese for the cracker platter. I'm thrilled so many players showed up for Chance's first birthday party, but they eat a lot. Daniel hasn't even started grilling yet."Be nice," I reprimand her. "They're dating now. From what Daniel says, Rowen really likes her."Geni chokes on her wine. "Does he know what she does for a hobby? He seems a little too, I don't know… virtuous for her.""The heart wants what it wants. I'm not judging."After greeting a few teammates and their significant others, Tiffany and Rowen make their way through the crowd and over to us. It's obvious Tiffany is uncomfortable. Her eyes keep darting around the room like she's waiting to be jumped. It
His eyes widen. "Oh god, no! I am nowhere near ready for that." I relax. "Good. Neither am I.""Quincy, I'm not even ready to talk about moving in together." "Sorry. I didn't mean to freak out. You started making a speech, and I wanted to make sure we were on the same page before you dropped down on one knee in front of everyone and got turned down."He smacks me on the ass. "Do me a favor. If I ever do propose, and it happens to be in public, say yes no matter what. You can break it off with me as soon as we're alone, but it'll save me the public humiliation."I chuckle. "Deal."He runs his hand down one of my cheeks to cup my jaw. "I really do love you, though, Quincy. You juked me."I smirk. "You're gonna have to teach me all your soccer lingo if I'm gonna stick around a while. I have no idea what you just said."He smiles. "I saw you coming, but before I could even get my guard up, you ran right over me and left me dazed.""That doesn't sound very good," I joke."Oh, but it is,"
VOLUME 2: GROUPIE"Hey Rookie! How have your first couple of weeks been?"I look over as Daniel Zavaro sits down on the bar stool next to mine. All I've ever wanted since I could walk is play soccer for a living and now I am. A lot of people would say it was inevitable. Or that I didn't have to work as hard as the others. They may think they know my dad. But they don't really know him. Or me. And they have no idea the effort I've put in to distance myself from his reputation so I could make one for myself. I'm not ashamed to admit I'm really proud of what I've accomplished. "Really good so far. Thanks for asking." Daniel has been captain of the Texas Mutiny, the team I now play for, for a few years. Not only is he a kick ass forward, he's really respected in the league for being a stand up guy. Family man. Local legend. All around fantastic leader. I was really excited when I found out I was going to be working with him. The biggest scandal he's been involved in his entire career is
I completely forget about the couple I was just watching, because I think this woman may actually fascinate me more. She is, by far, one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen in my life. And that says a lot considering my dad's choice in career and the hoardes of fans that come along with it.Her long, glossy dark hair sits halfway down her back. Her eyes are bright blue with black rims. Her lips are plump and pink and perfectly heart shaped. I'm stunned by how gorgeous she is.I quickly try to recover my wits so she won't think I'm a total loser. Sitting here all alone, Chucks on my feet and my trademark beanie pulled low over my head, I don't exactly scream successful. "I'm not staring at them, I'm observing them," I explain.She crinkles her brow at me. "There's a difference?""Yep." Seems like I have her interested now. I guess we'll see where a little light conversation takes us. "A creeper watches people because he has some devious little plan as to how to incorporate them
"Hmmm. Hmmm. Hmmm." I try to concentrate despite the humming right next to my ear. This happens every time Santos LaGuajardo and I hook up. He's not a terrible lover. But when he's getting close but isn't quite to the goal yet, he hums. I should be used to it by now, but it's distracting every time.Instead, I focus on the slick thrust of his cock and the sound of flesh on flesh. Those are the things that turn me on.His lips find mine and his tongue plunges in my mouth, mimicking the motion of the rest of his body. "Are you getting close?" he whispers against my mouth."Yeah," I whisper back. "Tilt your hips just a little bit…oh yeah. Right there." I kiss him again and he goes back to humming, this time while his tongue is in my mouth.Just then the door opens and Mack Shivel walks in, closing the door behind him."Fuck!" Santos curses and stops his movement, glaring at Mack as he takes a seat in the chair next to the window. Consequently, my chase for the Big O ends as well. "Every f
His eyes get wide and a blush runs up his neck as he takes in my appearance. I smile at him. "You decided to come. I was wondering if you'd show up. I'm glad you're here.""I…um…" he seems to have a hard time figuring out what he's trying to say. "I'm sorry. I should leave you alone to get dressed."He turns around but I call out to him. "Wait!" He stops but he doesn't turn back around. "It's okay, Rowen. I'm not embarrassed or anything.""No, but I kind of am." It never occurred to me that he would be so modest. Most of the players just see a naked girl at a party and go for it. I mean, that's kind of what we're here for. It stumps me. And confuses me. And I find it kind of sweet."I didn't realize this would make you uncomfortable." I shift my feet over the edge of the bed so I can stand up. "Just give me a second." I take a minute to throw my jeans and red Mutiny jersey on. Once I'm sufficiently covered up, I let him know. "Okay, you can turn around now."He turns slowly to look a
"Rowen!" My dad's voice booms through the computer. "What's the craic, boyo?"I smile as he sits back and comes on the screen, his flaming red hair sticking up in all directions. No one has ever questioned my paternity. From our bright blue eyes to our lily white skin to the hair…the famous hair…there is no question who my father is. But our looks and our soccer skills are the only ways we're similar. Our personalities are very, very different. He's loud and boisterous. I'm quiet and some think shy. He's the life of the party. I'm the one who observes the party from the outskirts. When he was in his prime, he got lots of press and reveled in it. I'm happy to watch my teammates take the glory. So yeah, personality traits…those I got from my Mam.Despite all our differences, in a lot of ways my dad is my best friend. We used to tour with him when he was in the European league so he was always around. Once he retired and we moved to Detroit, he coached every single one of my teams until
I sigh and rub my hand down my face. When I look up again, my mom is getting up from the couch and walking away. She's always been good about giving us privacy to have our "man talks" as she calls them. Normally, I don't care if she knows what's going on. But in this case, I'm kind of glad she leaves."Dad, I know how you met Mam. But…did you have to deal with groupies hanging around when you played?""Aiy. Even after your mother showed up they were always around. Ready for a good shag and whatever else we could think of. Rowen," I look back up at him and see concern written all over his face. "Have you gotten yerself in trouble with a cleat chaser?""No! Ohmygod, Dadaí," I say, the residual brogue bleeding through my words like it always does when he says something that surprises or shocks me. "Yer such an ass. You've preached to me since I was born about how I'm not to give it up to just anyone. It's gonna take someone special to get in these pants."He chuckles. "I know ye aren't as