Page 45 of Power Play
I cup him over his pants and squeeze, earning me a hiss as I press my chest into his. "Yes, Daddy," I coo.
I've never been sexual. I've enjoyed sex, but it was a separate activity in my life, not who I am. But the insatiable appetites and the security and freedom I have in the bedroom with these three have awakened a sexual being I didn't know I could be.
I want them. All the time. And they're only too happy to oblige. We've kept the sex a one-on-one activity, none of us really sure how to cross that line of group play and group sex. We all try to be respectful of each other, and I love that they're so willing to respect each other as much as they respect me. Jonesy and I are still figuring out what we are. When it's just him and me, he's soft, vulnerable, tender, but I can tell he's still not one hundred percent comfortable showing affection.
But he's trying. And I'm falling for him because of it.
Scott growls, low and deep in his chest. I place my hands on his chest and feel him literally vibrating with need.
"Woah there, cowboy. We agreed to no PDA at work, right? I definitely don't think it's okay for the coach to bang his PT against her door."
He instantly steps back, shaking his head, his glazed eyes clearing.
"Right. That's why I wanted to come get you. I set up a meeting with the GM and HR to discuss everything. The boys are meeting us upstairs in a few minutes."
I look down at the front of his athletic pants tenting. "I think you might need a cold shower before we head upstairs." I love how powerful all of the boys make me feel. I love knowing I elicit this response from all three of them.
But I also can't help fucking with him a little. He makes me feel safe enough that I'm comfortable teasing him. It's something I've never had before. Even with Ben, we were kids, always afraid of getting caught. Our touches were under blankets and in the backseat of his truck.
I drag one finger from his chest, straight down his hard stomach. He grips my wrist tightly before I can make it to his waistband.
"Woman, I'm going to poke someone's eye out if you don't stop. And then the gig will be up anyway, and Iwillfuck my new PT against her door."
An electrical storm surges low in my abdomen and my panties dampen at his dark promises.
He closes his eyes and tilts his head back at the ceiling, trying to regain his composure. I decide to be good, for once, and let him have this moment so we can all go stand in front of the firing squad.
I'm not nervous about Craig. Scott said that they had a great personal relationship, and he would go to bat for me. HR? PR? I didn't know what to expect with those. They could very well fire me. And I couldn't even blame them. I complicated the lives of two of their players, their head coach, and their new physical therapist.
If our relationship implodes, the Titans are looking at having four very distracted, very heartbroken members all at the same time.
I slide my hand into his, drawing his attention again. His face softens as he sees the worry on my face.
He tucks his cock against his thigh before speaking. "You have nothing to worry about. They're not going to fire you. If they even try, they'll be looking for a new head coach, too."
I let out a small chuckle. "You can't just blackmail people into doing what you want."
He dips his head before throwing me a wink. "Can't I?"
I shake my head, but don't push it. After another calming breath, he releases my hand and opens the door. I follow silently behind him, out of the main gym, down the hallway, and to the elevator.
The elevator door opens, and I flinch as I see a familiar face reflected back at me.
"Bestie!" Tracey's overly bright and loud voice echoes in the bare hallway. I stiffen. Scott stiffens. He glances at me sideways before frowning down at Tracey.
"Hey Trace," I say, sidestepping her and entering the elevator.
Her keen eyes trace over my form and Scott's, assessing our body language in an instant. She's always been too good at reading people and using it to her advantage.
"I stopped by your apartment the other day looking for a cup of sugar, but you didn't answer the door."
She likely hasn't seen me on the cameras I suspect she put up since I moved in with Scott, but I don't know how to navigate this conversation without giving anything away. So, I don't reply.
"And Ben wasn't in his either..." her voice is still bright and airy, but her smile doesn't reach her penetrating eyes.
"Must have just missed them." Scott barks in reply. It's spoken as if it's an excuse, but it's barked like a demand. It says, "stop poking your nose into other people's business."
Luckily, the doors begin to close. Just before they do, I catch Tracey's eyes narrowing on me. "Must have," she grumbles, almost to herself.
