Page 69 of Cocky Player

“This is for pleasure.”

And then he proved to me how much he meant it and when he was done, me clawing at the counters, thrusting my pussy into his mouth, my thighs tensing around his shoulders, I dropped to my knees on the harsh floor and returned the same pleasure for him.

I might as well have stayed homeSunday morning for as little as I focused on anything at the Farmer’s Market.I usually made a list of fruits and vegetables I wanted, made mental notes of other tented proprietors where I wanted to stop.

I’d been there for hours and only managed to grab some peaches and tomatoes.I was certain I’d meandered past my favorite flower tent twice already and hadn’t seen it either time.

I was floating on air, my head in the clouds.I spent the entire weekend with Connor, only coming out of bed for substance in the form of food and some drinks.We showered together, watched television in his bed together before turning to other more pleasurable activities.

He took me on my hands and knees.Taught me how to ride him until I came so loud I was sure the neighbors would pound on his walls or call the cops.We had sex on his couch.His living room floor.And my favorite, when I mentioned that first night at Glitz, he’d picked me up and made love to me so harshly and perfectly against the wall I broke a nail clawing at the drywall behind me as I came.

Good Lord.I was so thankful I hadn’t given away my virginity to bumbling, immature teenage boys in the backseat of a car like Gina had.I had this experience to remember for the rest of my life.

This man…one I didn’t want to lose.I hadn’t held on to my virginity for someone special, but damn…I was so glad I found one.

“Hey you!”a familiar voice called out.Shannon Powell was in front of me.Metal bangle bracelets jingled on her forearm as she raised her hands to her eyes, blocking the sun.“You look lost.”

Odd.After the weekend with Connor, I feltfound.

“Oh.I’m well…enjoying the weather I guess.”It was a humid day and already well into the nineties.Nice lie, Brenna.I mentally kicked myself and Shannon snickered.

“Are you.”It was more a statement than a question and I didn’t answer.I couldn’t really.She grabbed my hand and pulled me into her tent where three fans were on, cooling the air minimally.“Are you ready for training camp?”

The guys left early this morning.My dad was gone as well, but we still went to my mom’s for dinner Sunday afternoons.

“I think the team will be great this year,” I said.“At least that’s what my dad says.”Odd how the last few weeks I’d started paying so much closer attention to any mention of the Rough Riders.I could parrot back everything my dad said, something I never really paid attention to.And I wasn’t fooling myself that it was because I was now invested as an employee.

It was straight-up Connor.Last night, I’d opened the playbook and quizzed him on some new plays he wanted to ensure he had memorized by the time camp came on Monday.

I admired his dedication, physically and mentally, he put into his love for the game.

“Sure it will.”She shrugged and her hand went to her stomach, rubbing it as she made a face.“So what are you doing the next two weeks while the guys are gone?”

She dropped her hand and I forgot what I was going to ask her.“Um.I’ll be working, getting ready for FanFest.”

She looked at me like she wanted to pat my head and whisperBless Your Heartin that condescending Southern way we all mastered by the time we were twelve.“Sure you will.I just meant your nights will be more open what with Connor gone.”

I glanced around her tent on instinct.She had two employees who were happily discussing jewelry with customers and more than a handful of women eyed Shannon with disdain.Jealousy stamped on their faces like they couldn’t believe the gorgeous woman in front of me was married to Oliver Powell.

“Um.What?”She knew?Of course she did.We hadn’t done a great job hiding it the last time we ran into her.

“I think it’s great.Connor needs someone sweet in his life, he’s always so intense and grouchy.”

“He still is,” I replied before I could filter myself.

Shannon threw her head back and laughed.“Does your dad know?”

“No.I wanted to wait awhile I guess.It’s the beginning of the season and I didn’t want to screw anything up for him.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that.”She shrugged and turned to help a customer her employee couldn’t.“Your dad’s a fair guy and the coaches love Connor.It’ll all work out.”

It was the first time I’d actually considered my dad not caring.Then I kicked it out of my mind.My dad respected Connor, but did he want him with his daughter?It wasn’t his decision to make, but I’d spent half my life doing whatever I could so I didn’t worry them.It was a difficult habit to break.

“We’ll see,” I muttered.

She finished helping the customer who walked away with three metal bracelets with the wordslove hope faithstamped on each one and came back to me, business card in her hand.“Text me later.My cell is on here.Some of the wives and girlfriends and I get together while the guys are gone.We get caught up on reality TV, drink wine…it’s all rather stupid and immature.”

“But fun.”I took the card.“And I like immature.”

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