Page 91 of Necessary Roughness
“Can I make an observation, or are you in a venting mood?” I asked gently.
Roman’s gaze cut over to me, and he gave a slight nod.
“It sounds like you’re thinking too broadly. You can’t compare your performance this year to last; teams will have adjusted to your moves. They’ve probably watched hours and hours of game footage. Rather than comparing yourself to last year’s Roman Langford, who you can’t possibly compete with, you should narrow your focus. Think about Saturday’s game and nothing else.”
“Ah, the cliché Knox is always saying to reporters after the game. Take it one day at a time, not focused on a perfect season, just thinking ahead to the next game.”
I shrugged. “It’s a cliché for a reason. It’s good advice.”
The big man nodded slowly. “Narrow my focus. I know that’s what I need to do, but it’s good to hear it from someone else. Someone other than my coach.”
I reached over and gave his hand a squeeze. “And if that doesn’t work? Think of me up in the crowd, cheering you on!”
His lip twitched in the ghost of a smile as he stared off. “That might help.”
39
Sloane
That night, after sharing a pitcher of Logan’s way-too-strong margaritas, I retired to my bedroom with my two boyfriends. I had taken to thinking of them as my boyfriends ever since Bryson used the term, although I hadn’t actually said that out loud to either of them. Better to keep things casual, the way we had agreed. And if they found their own affectionate term for whatever I was besides fuck-toy? Then I would happily accept it.
In the meantime, I was very much still their fuck-toy. Head swimming wonderfully from the tequila, I let them throw me down on the bed and worship me in all the best ways. Logan took his time eating me out, while Knox dragged me by the shoulders to the edge of the bed until my head was hanging upside-down, and throat-fucked me from that position. It was disorienting, but Logan’s tongue swirling around my clit while his fingers corkscrewed inside me felt so good that I closed my eyes and surrendered to how deliciously erotic it all was.
These days, they had taken to making me come at least once before fucking me. Logan climbed on top of me and made love to me in the missionary position while Knox kept fucking my mouth. Then he growled, “My turn,” and spun me around, pushing me down onto my belly and pounding me from behindin the prone position while Logan watched, stroking himself gently.
Eventually, Knox wrapped his arms around me like a python, clinging to me with lustful need as he erupted inside my pussy. The moment he pulled out, Logan took his place, jamming his stiff length into me and exploding almost instantly, adding his seed to Knox’s inside me.
We lazily lounged on the bed after, chatting while a trickle of come slowly ran down my thigh. The cleanup was slightly more annoying, but I loved being fucked without a condom. I couldn’t imagine going back.
“I want to fuck you on the football field,” Logan was saying. “Right at the fifty-yard line.”
“Eager for an audience?” I teased. “You want a stadium full of fans cheering you on while you go to town on me?”
Logan shivered. “Eww. Fuck, no. I mean when nobody else is there. At night.”
“Doable, now that the weather has turned,” Knox said. “I’d be down for that.”
“Who says you’re invited?” Logan shot back.
“Ouch. Is that any way to treat the teammate who has been feeding you touchdown passes all year?”
“When you put it like that… I guess you can come,” Logan allowed.
“I’ve never had sex in public like that!” I said with an excited shiver. “I bet I’d be nervous about getting caught.”
“That,” Logan said, leaning over to cup my chin, “is what makes it so fucking hot.”
“That would make a good tourist commercial,” Knox said. “Florida: come for the beaches, stay for the midnight outdoor sex.”
“I’m sold,” I said with a laugh.
“You staying in Florida after you graduate?” Logan asked.
I rested my arms behind my head and stared at the ceiling. “Good question. I’m not really sure. When Troy and I were together, I just assumed I would follow him wherever he went. Teachers are needed everywhere, after all. But now… I dunno.”
Knox rolled over, resting his head on my thigh. “You still have over a year to decide.”
“True. It’s actually kind of liberating, knowing I can go wherever I want. But it’s also giving me decision paralysis. Like when I go to Target and they have thirty different brands of soap to choose from.”
