Straddling the Line(45)

"You going to come for me, Haven?"

"Yes. I need this."

She was there-right there, and he eased out, slowing his pace, giving  her the few minutes she needed to reach her orgasm. She thrust back  against him and cried out when she released, this time so much better  because he was inside her. She felt him, squeezed him, her body pulsing  around him as she came.

And when he came, he groaned and laid his body over hers, his body  shuddering against hers. He held tight to her and kissed her back as he  rode out his orgasm.

Shaky and grasping for breath, she held on to the counter, Trevor holding tight to her.

He released her and he turned her around, cupping her face as he gave her a lingering kiss.

"That might have been a little bit more than a quickie."

She brushed her fingers over his bottom lip. "You're not going to get a complaint from me."

He grinned, then they grasped at clothes as they raced upstairs. Haven  did a quick cleanup and repair of her hair and makeup, then got dressed  and met Trevor back downstairs. She once again found him leaning against  the kitchen counter, only this time with a smug smile on his face.         

     



 

"This is like déjà vu," he said.

"Isn't it, though?"

When she came to him, he pulled her into his arms and once again gave her a devastating kiss. Sparks of desire reignited.

"You start this again, we really won't get there," she said, rubbing her lips against his.

He skimmed his fingers up her arm, inciting delicious tingles.

"I can't help it. You tempt me."

Before they did end up spending the night in the house, she grabbed his keys and walked to the garage. "Come on, let's go."

His coach's house was in Tampa, so it took about a half hour to get  there. There was a full contingent of cars in the driveway and on the  street.

"We're late," she said as they parked.

"That's okay. I'll tell Larry we were having sex. He'll understand."

She shot him a horrified look. "You will not."

He laughed. "Come on."

They rang the bell, and a woman opened the door. She was curvy and had  gorgeous green eyes, with brown hair cut in a bob. She looked to be in  her midforties and was absolutely beautiful. She smiled at Trevor.

"Hi, Trevor."

"Hey, Sally. This is Haven. She's working on an interview about me."

"I've heard about the interview. Larry told me about it. Nice to meet  you, Haven. Come on in, you two. Everyone else is already here."

"Yeah, sorry about that. We were . . . delayed," Trevor said. Haven felt herself blush.

"It's no problem. We haven't started dinner yet. Go make yourself at  home. Larry's in the living room with the guys. Haven, you can come in  the kitchen with me if you'd like. All the women are in there. Or if  you'd feel more comfortable hanging out with Trevor . . ."

"No, I'd love to come with you, Sally."

With a lingering smile at Trevor, Haven followed Sally down the long  hallway into a beautiful kitchen that was all turquoise and creams. It  had a huge peninsula where several women were sitting, and a table off  to the side where several more sat.

"Everyone, this is Haven. She's here with Trevor."

"Well, lucky you," one of them said, then stood. "I'm Felicia, Brady McCall's girlfriend."

She recognized a few of the other women from the scavenger hunt, as  well. She spotted Allison, Elvin's girlfriend, and met Tania Ford,  Rodney's wife. Rodney was one of the offensive linesmen, and she'd  interviewed him already.

She was introduced to the rest of them, and just hoped she'd remember all the names.

"What would you like to drink?" Sally asked. "We have wine, margaritas, iced tea, and water."

"I'd love some wine."

"Come choose which one," Sally said, and Haven chose a sauvignon blanc.

Sally poured her a glass.

The kitchen also smelled great. She didn't know what Sally was cooking,  but she couldn't imagine having to fix dinner for all these people.

"Is there something I can do to help with dinner?"

"No, thank you, Haven. We've got that under control. Steaks and chicken  are already fixed and are warming, and the ladies here all brought  sides. It's an easy meal tonight."

"Oh, Trevor didn't tell me to bring a side. I'm so sorry."

Sally laid her hand on Haven's arm. "You weren't required to bring anything. Just sit back and enjoy your wine."

Haven took a seat at the table.

For a while, she sat and listened to the women chat. Being an outsider,  she wanted to get a feel for the group. Many of these women had been  together for a lot of years. It showed, too, as they talked kids and  husbands and boyfriends and team wins and losses. They talked about the  games and the guys traveling and what team they'd be playing next.

These women knew their football-and their players-an angle Haven hadn't  considered before. But it was in her head now, and it was something she  wanted to explore.

"You haven't said much, Haven," Felicia said. "I hope we're not boring you."

"Quite the contrary, actually. I was listening to all of you talk about  football. I don't know how many of you know this about me, but I'm  actually a sports reporter for a network. I'm working with Trevor doing  an extensive interview about his life and career."

Tania raised a brow. "Really? That should be interesting. And informative. And a ton of fun."

Haven laughed. "It has been-all of those things. Anyway, as I've been  listening to all of you, it occurred to me that there's so much about  the wives and girlfriends of the players that's unknown-or possibly  misrepresented. You really know your football. All the teams and all the  players. I'd love to do a story about all of you."         

     



 

Sally frowned. "A story about us? Why?"

"I think you're all fascinating. Kind of a behind-the-player-or  the-woman-behind-the-player type of feature. Even the coaches' wives as  well. I don't really have it all figured out yet, but you all know so  much about football. Not just what your guy does, but you have an  in-depth knowledge about the other players on the team, and the other  teams Tampa plays. It's impressive."

Amanda laughed. "If you're going to date or marry a football player-or  in my case, a coach-you'd better know football. We don't just go to the  mall when our guys are playing football. I love football. I loved the  sport before I met George. Having someone involved in football was just  icing."

"That's true," Tania said. "I love that Rodney plays football, but I was  a sports nut before he and I ever met. My dad played college football,  too. It was ingrained in me from childhood."

And it was those types of human interest stories that would make for a  great piece. "If you all are interested, when I'm done with Trevor's  story, I'll take down your numbers and get back to you."

They all looked to each other, and she got an immediate positive response.

She thought about the Rivers team as well. Liz, who was a sports agent.  Alicia, who also worked for the Rivers. Tara, who owned her own company.  So many women rich with experience on their own, but who also knew  their players and the team so well.

This could be a great interview.

TREVOR WAS DEEP IN CONVERSATION WITH LARRY, George, and the other  receivers, talking strategy and potential plans of attack, when Sally  came in with the women.

"Okay, gentlemen. Dinner is ready, so it's time to take a break. We want  to eat before the Thursday night game starts, don't we?"

Larry raised his head. "Yeah, we sure do, honey. Come on, guys."

Trevor found Haven in the kitchen. She handed him a plate.

"How's it going?" he asked.

Her lips tilted. "Very well, actually. How about you?"

"Great. We don't get a chance during practice to have intense meetings  like this. It's helpful to get away from the field and just talk about  how we're going to approach it."

"Good to know."

They found a seat at the dining room table. Trevor ate steak, potatoes, and broccoli. And then went back for more.

"Hungry?" Haven asked.

"A little. Worked up an appetite at practice today."

"And it's a good thing you burn it all off at practice, too."

"It's how I keep my figure."

She laughed.

"This is all so delicious," Haven said to Sally, who was sitting on the other side of her.

"Thank you. We try to do this a couple times a season. It's good for  George to have a sit-down with his receivers. And of course, for all of  us women to get together somewhere besides the stadium."

"I told Sally I wanted to do a piece on the women of football," Haven said to Trevor.

"The women of football? You mean there aren't enough guys?" Rodney asked her.

"Oh, there are plenty of you. But your women have interesting stories to tell."

"Indeed we do," Tania said with a smile.

"That could be a great angle," Trevor said.

"I think so," Haven said. "And speaking of interesting stories, when I  was reviewing your bio I noticed you have the Greater Tampa literacy  project as one of your charities."