Go Hard: A Bad Boy Sports Romance(8)

I quickly sent a text. “I need some extra work.”

Taylor responded almost immediately. “What do you mean? You should be resting.”

“Not practice. I need some extra work with you.”

“It’s late, Owen. Get some sleep.”

I looked at the clock. It was only nine.

“It’s not late. Come to the facility. I’ll send a car.”

“I can’t. It’s after hours.”

“So? I need you to stretch me out.”

She was silent for a few minutes. I pictured her debating whether or not she should go in for this, but I knew she would.

She couldn’t help herself.

“Fine,” she said finally. “Send the car. I’ll stay for an hour.”

“See you soon.”

I was grinning to myself as I called the car service and sent them to her apartment. I got changed and headed out, walking down toward the facilities.

I knew it would take her about ten minutes, maybe fifteen, to get there. I walked at a leisurely pace, thinking about what had happened to get me to this place.

I was just some poor fucking kid from a bad neighborhood. I just liked playing football and smashing bodies. I was lucky as fuck, and I knew plenty of people from my hometown who’d had a better upbringing than I had who weren’t nearly as lucky as I was. I was making tons of cash and playing in the NFL. Not many people got that sort of privilege.

And yet I just kept thinking about Taylor. I should have been out every night, fucking new girls, but instead I was too busy thinking about her. I didn’t know what it was, but that one night had set me on fucking fire. I had to have more, and every time she pretended like she didn’t want to get close, it just made me want her that much more.

I finally made it to the facility. The side door was unlocked, and I headed inside. Down the hall I saw that the workout room’s light was on. As I poked my head inside, Taylor was leaning up against the wall, texting.

“You showed,” I said.

“I showed.” She was wearing her normal work outfit.

“Come on.”

“Where are you going?”

“You’ll see.”

I turned and left the room. I heard her run to catch up with me. “I thought you wanted a workout.”

“I decided I need something more relaxing.”

“We shouldn’t be in here, Owen. If you want to relax, do it back at home.”

“Come on. Don’t worry so much.”

She sighed. “We’re not all superstars, you know.”

“What’s that mean?”

“It means I’m expendable. If we get caught, who do you think gets in trouble?”

I shrugged. “Nobody, because I’ll protect you.” I grinned at her. “But nothing is going to happen.”

I stopped outside the main training room and flipped the light on. Taylor frowned as I crossed toward the back door and tossed it open. Inside was a large whirlpool, basically a hot tub to help guys relax after grueling cold-weather workouts.

I hit a few switches and the thing came to life. Taylor shook her head.

“No way,” she said.

“Why not? Nothing more relaxing than a hot tub.”

“I’m not allowed in there.”

“You can stand and watch if you want.” I stripped off my shirt and shorts, standing there in nothing but my black boxer briefs. “But I’m getting in.”

She stared at me and then quickly looked away. I laughed as I climbed into the water, slipping below the hot, bubbling surface.

“I should go,” she said, but she didn’t move.

“Come on. You’re here. Might as well join me.”

She stared at me for a second. “You’re just trying to get me to take my clothes off.”

“Guilty.”

She sighed and then shook her head. “This is crazy.” She stripped off her shirt, slipped out of her shorts, and quickly got into the tub.

I stared at her body as she moved. The girl was absolutely fucking beautiful, and my cock was hard as fuck as I thought about taking that bra off and slipping my fat cock between her legs. I wanted those pretty lips wrapped around my cock. I wanted her to moan as she sucked me hard. I wanted to watch her swallow every fucking drop.

She sat on the opposite side of the hot tub from me, biting her lip.

“Not so bad. Right?” I said.

“It’s okay. I still think this is a bad idea.”

“Loosen up, Taylor,” I said. “You’re here. Might as well enjoy it.”

She sighed and nodded. “Fine.”

“How did you end up here anyway?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m just wondering how you ended up as a physical therapist.”

“I’ve always wanted to help people, and I’ve always liked sports. I guess those two things just led me here.”

“You must be pretty smart if you’re working for a pro team.”

“Thanks. I got lucky.” She leaned back, relaxing. “How did you end up a player anyway?”

“The usual story. Bad childhood, got in trouble, found football, played hard, went to college, and here I am.”

“Doesn’t sound usual to me.”

“Maybe not.” I grinned at her. “I just happen to be good at running with a football. That’s all there is.”

“What was it like being raised by your grandmother?”

“I don’t know. Like getting raised by anyone else, I guess. I don’t know anything else.” I moved across the bench, getting closer to her. She watched me, but she didn’t move away. “What was it like having normal parents?”

“Okay, I guess. I miss home sometimes.”

“Me too, weirdly enough.”

“Would you go back?”

“Probably not. But sometimes I wish I could get a piece of what I left behind, you know?”

“I think so.”

“Just a little bit. Just a little comfort. It’d be nice to be able to go to a club without having my picture taken.”

“That’s what you give up when you join the NFL.”

“True. But try telling that to a college kid.”

“You’re still basically just a college kid.”

I laughed. “True. I’ve only been out of school for a little while. It just feels longer.”

“You’re an old soul.”

“Not exactly.” I put my arms up on the side of the tub. Taylor was closer to me, and she seemed much more relaxed than I’d seen her in a while. She was talking easily and even smiling. Normally it would be a chore just getting her to crack a little grin.

“How’s the knee?” she asked.

“I think it’s fine.”

“You had me worried.”

“I had me worried, too.

I was the one with the injury.”

“Your injuries are my responsibility.”

I grinned at her. “But if I get injured, you’ll get to spend plenty of time with me.”

“I already spend too much with you.”

“We both know that’s not true.”

“Twice a day? That’s plenty.”

“Please. You go home and think about me. You haven’t stopped thinking about that night at the club.”

“Yeah. I keep worrying I’ll turn up in some sports gossip blog and get fired.”

“You’re here because you want to find out what was going to happen between us.”

“I’m here because you said you wanted another workout.”

“Bullshit.” I moved closer to her and reached up, taking her hair in my hand. She gasped, her lips parted. She didn’t move an inch. “You knew what this was. You can lie and pretend all you want, but we both know the truth. We both know what you want.”

“What do I want, Owen?”

“You want me to take that nice, tight little pussy of yours and fuck you until you can’t breathe.”

“Owen—”

I stopped whatever she was going to say next by kissing her.

She instantly kissed me back, just like I knew she would. She wrapped her arms around me as I pulled her tight against me, our nearly naked, soaking bodies pressed up against each other.

I loved the way she tasted. I loved the small noises she made as she kissed me. I grabbed her hips and pulled her on top of me. She straddled me easily, and I felt her little cunt against my hard cock under the water as she continued kissing me, arching her back and moaning softly.

I began to roll her hips along my length, rubbing her spot against me. She moaned, and I kissed her neck. “This is what you wanted,” I said. “You wanted my cock nice and hard against you.”

“This is a bad idea,” she said.

“Maybe. But it feels fucking good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” she admitted, gasping.

“It feels good because you fucking want it.” I reached down under the water with one hand, tipping her head back by pulling her hair with the other. I found her pussy and slipped my hand beneath her panties. Her pussy was soaking wet, not from the hot tub, but from her own desire for me.

I began to rub her clit, and she moaned low. I kissed her lips against, hard, and pulled her against me. I pressed my fingers deep inside her and felt her fingers dig into my shoulders.

“Fuck,” she gasped. “Owen.”

“I love it when you pretend like you’re not thinking about me fucking you rough, breaking your little body with my big strong cock.”