Go Hard: A Bad Boy Sports Romance(24)

I couldn’t believe it.

Owen could have ignored him. If he had just done nothing, nobody would have batted an eye or thought about it for a second. But instead, he went over there and tried to do something to help the guy. I didn’t hear exactly what he said, of course, but I could tell that he was intense. And afterward, Kennings looked more sure of himself.

I shook my head, amazed. Owen kept surprising me over and over again. I thought he would just do what anyone else would do, and that was step aside and let things play out. He had no reason to get involved.

Instead, he did something better. He tried to help his teammate when he didn’t have to. He had no reason to try to get Kennings going, but he did it anyway, and that was so impressive.

It said a lot about Owen as a man. You could tell a lot about a person based on what they did when they didn’t have to do anything, and in this instance, Owen did a good thing that benefitted his team but didn’t directly benefit him.

He was willing to sacrifice. I felt something inside myself, and I smiled.

Out on the field, the Eagles defense played well. They forced a three-and-out, and the offense was back on the field. I caught Owen giving Kennings a little nod as he headed back into the huddle.

I had to admit that I was a little nervous as the playing progressed. Kennings touched the ball less as they drove down the field, and the passing game wasn’t doing that well.

They made it to about midfield, and Coach decided to call a running play. It was another delayed handoff in shotgun, and Kennings burst up through the middle.

He broke a tackle, and then he was off. He blew past the safety, and the crowd went insane as they realized what was happening.

Kennings scored. It came out of nowhere, but he broke out an absolutely enormous run, showing off his impressive speed. The sideline was going crazy, and I couldn’t help but notice that Owen was smiling, but he wasn’t cheering.

As Kennings came off the field, Owens congratulated him. I could see the worry in his eyes, but I wasn’t sure anyone else could or would even understand. They were still losing, and people might misinterpret his feelings.

But I knew better. He was worried that Coach had seen what had just happened and would give Kennings another shot.

The Eagles defense got back onto the field. I was barely paying attention when, on the very first play, our linebacker burst through the defensive line and tackled the QB, forcing the ball onto the ground. One of the linemen jumped on it, and the stadium went insane.

After that turnover, the game was all but over. The Eagles drove down the field thanks to some decent running from Kennings and scored again. They forced another turnover, scored a field goal, and won the game with seconds to spare.

The stadium was going mad as the team jogged off the field and headed into the locker room. The guys were excited, and everyone was celebrating. It was a huge win against one of the better teams in the league, and nobody had thought it was going to happen.

It was all because of Kennings. Because of that huge run, the momentum of the game completely shifted and he was able to turn things around. With just one run, he had saved the team from certain defeat.

I stuck with the other training staff as we began to help the guys cool down, but I was thinking about Owen the whole time. I was sure he was pretty torn up about this, and I wanted to see how he was doing, but I was busy with the other guys.

The place cleared out after an hour, with most of the guys either heading home or heading out to party. The guys who played the whole time were probably just going right to sleep, because it took a person’s body a few days to recover from a real professional football game.

I found Owen sitting by his locker, staring up at the ceiling.

“I figured you’d still be here,” I said.

He nodded. “Don’t feel like going home and don’t feel like celebrating.”

“We won.”

“Yeah, we did.”

“I think you’re partially to blame for that.”

He laughed. “I was standing on the sideline the whole time.”

“You inspired Kennings,” I said. “It was after your little pep talk that he broke out that big run.”

He shook his head. “No way that helped. It was just coincidence.”

“It wasn’t. He needed to hear something in that moment, and whatever you said was perfect.”

“Doesn’t matter. He played good either way.”

“Not that good.”

He grinned at me. “So did you come over here to give me a little post-game rub down?”

“No,” I said, smiling despite myself. “I came over to make sure you weren’t upset.”

“I’m fine.” He shrugged again. “Nothing I can do but heal.”

“That’s true. How’s it feel, by the way?”

“I’d say I’m seventy percent right now.”

“That’s better than we thought you’d be.”

“Damn right. It’s hard to hold me back.”

“You’ll be practicing on Wednesday, and you’ll have your starting spot back. You’ll see.”

He gave me a look for a second and then smiled and stood up. “Come with me.”

“Where are we going?”

He just started walking and didn’t say a word. We headed down a side hall and past the training room. He finally stopped at an unmarked door.

“What’s this?”

He pushed it open and pulled me inside.

It was the janitor’s closet.

He smirked at me. I shook my head. “Why are we here?”

He pulled me against him. “You know why.”

“We can’t. People are still here.”

He turned the lock and it clicked shut. “Now quit complaining.”

I gave in to his kiss instantly. I wasn’t going to fight back, knew I couldn’t fight back. It was the same thing every time. As soon as his lips touched mine, I knew I was completely done for.

He kissed me and pushed me up against the back wall. He kissed me hard, furious and intense, and I felt his hands wander along my body. Shivers ran down my spine as he lifted my shirt in the front, caressing my stomach before slowly sliding down beneath my panties.

I felt him smirk against my neck. “Wet,” he said. “Soaking wet.”

“Owen,” I gasped as he began to slowly rub my clit in maddening circles. “We shouldn’t do this.”

“Do what?”

“This. We’ll get caught.”

“Good. I want them to see.”

I moaned as he pressed his fingers inside me. Desire was ringing through me like a bell, clear and insistent.

He began to slide his fingers deep into my sex, sliding them in and out of my soaking pussy, rolling around my clit, and then pushing back in again. He kissed my neck and my lips, his strong, huge body pinning me back against the wall.

He pulled his hand back out and quickly yanked my pants down around my ankles, dropping to his knees in front of me. He pulled my panties down and began to lick my pussy ravenously, like a starving man.

I let out soft moans, and he reached upward, his hand finding my mouth. He pressed his palm against my lips, quieting my moans as he kept licking my pussy. He was so much bigger than me and in total control, and I couldn’t believe how incredible it felt as he sucked and licked at my pussy. His tongue pressed inside me, rolling in sweet circles and then sliding back out.

I wrapped my fingers through his hair, biting down onto his fingers as he worked me with his mouth. I rolled my hips, getting every inch of him against my pussy, feeling his tongue against my clit. Pleasure rocketed through me, filling my every inch. His hand pressed harder against my mouth, pushing me back, and I groaned. I loved feeling him working him and holding me, controlling me, dominating me.

He stood up and pinned me against the wall, his fingers sliding along my slick pussy. His hand over my mouth slid down to tip my chin back as he fucked my pussy with his fingers, being rough.

“You want me to get you off,” he said. “You’re dripping wet in my mouth. You need it.”

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Take off my pants.”

I did as he commanded, quickly dropping to my knees. I stroked his hard cock through his briefs.

“Take it out,” he said.

I pulled down his briefs and began to stroke his hard shaft.

“Suck that cock.”

I put it between my lips and began to suck the tip, hard and fast.

He grunted and pushed me down, filling my mouth and throat before pulling me back. He slid me down and back again a few more times, pressing himself deep into my throat, nearly making me gag. I could feel tears in my eyes, and I loved it as he continued to use my mouth however he wanted.

As his cock got soaking wet from my spit, my fingers found my own soaking pussy. I couldn’t help myself, and I knew he liked it, so I began to rub my clit. He groaned as I began to moan with his cock down my throat, muffled but still insistent. He held my hair tight and pulled his cock from my mouth before kissing me hard. He grunted and yanked me to my feet, spinning me around.

He kicked my legs wide and pushed me down, bending me over. I braced myself against the wall as he pushed his thick cock deep inside me.

Pleasure exploded into me as his cock filled my core. He slid himself out and back in, thrusting hard but slow. I moaned, and he reached forward to cover my mouth with his hand as he began to fuck me harder.

It was savage and fast, exactly what I wanted. He fucked me fast and rough, filling me up and slamming into me. He held my mouth, covering my lips.