Go Hard: A Bad Boy Sports Romance(9)

“I don’t think about that.”

“Yes, you do. You want to know if I can take you and keep you, break you and make you mine. That’s exactly what gets you soaking fucking wet.”

“You asshole.”

“Maybe, but your pussy says I’m telling the truth.”

She bit her lip as I slowly pressed my fingers inside her again.

“Owen,” she gasped.

And then there was a noise from the other room.

We both paused, sitting completely still. I slowly moved my fingers out from her panties.

“What was that?” she asked, genuine fear in her voice.

“Stay,” I said, gently moving her aside. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my fucking raging hard on as I climbed out of the tub.

There were more noises. My heart was hammering in my chest. I grabbed a towel from the stack beside the door and wrapped it around my waist before stepping back out into the main training room.

A janitor was emptying trashcans. He looked up, surprised to see me.

“Sorry,” he said. “Thought everyone was gone.”

“You scared me shitless,” I said.

“Sorry,” he repeated. “I’ll come back.”

“Thanks.

He nodded and quickly left the room.

I smiled to myself and laughed softly. I went back into the hot tub room.

“It’s okay,” I said. “Just the janitor. He’s gone.”

But Taylor was already out and toweling off.

“I should go,” she said.

“No. You should stay.”

“I really can’t.”

I sighed. “You don’t have to run away from this.”

She looked at me for a second. “You’re dangerous, Owen Rack. I should stay far, far away.”

“Maybe,” I admitted. “Probably more dangerous than you realize. But you should stay, and you should let me finish what I started.”

She shook her head and got dressed. “Can you call me that car?”

“Sure,” I said, giving in. I got my phone and called them as she finished getting ready, wringing her hair out and tying it back into a bun.

I walked with her to the front of the facility. The car pulled up maybe five minutes later.

“See you tomorrow,” she said.

“I’ll be thinking about you when I get home,” I answered, “just like I know you’ll be thinking about me.”

She gave me one last look and then got into the car and was gone.

“Damn,” I said softly to myself, unable to stop smiling.

I headed back to my apartment, grinning the whole way.





9





Taylor





I nearly did exactly what I had told myself I wasn’t going to do.

And it had felt incredible.

Owen was amazing. His body was rough and ripped, and his cock had been thick against me as he rocked my hips along his length. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to kiss him, especially after wanting it for so long.

He simply took me, just like I knew he would. When he pulled me against him, I knew I was lost, knew I was going to do whatever he wanted me to do. Because the truth was, I wanted it all as much as he did.

His fingers felt incredible inside me. I was seconds away from begging him to fuck me, seconds away from losing myself completely.

But then the janitor showed up and brought me back to reality.

I couldn’t do what I really wanted to do. Technically, I worked for Owen. He wasn’t my boss, exactly, but he was my client. There were rules about this sort of thing, and if I wanted to keep my job, I had to follow them.

One of the biggest rules was no sleeping with the players.

Besides, Owen Rack wasn’t my type of man. He was rough and rude, a total prick and a cocky asshole. He had secrets. I’d seen him on his phone after practice, talking softly like he was having an important conversation, but as soon as he noticed me, he pretended like nothing was happening.

Owen was definitely hiding something, but that wasn’t any of my business. Only his physical therapy was my business, and I needed to focus on that.

He had been right, though, when he said that I’d think about him when I got home. As soon as I did, I got into bed, slipped my hands down my panties, and finished what he had started.

The whole time I touched myself, working my still-soaking pussy, I thought about him. I pictured his thick cock fucking me from behind, his strong hands grasping my hips and slapping my ass. He could break me just like he had said he could, and I wanted him to. I wanted to see exactly how strong he was, and how far I was willing to go for him.

I came and fell asleep still thinking about him, afraid of what that meant.



I woke up early the next morning to a text from him. “Sweet dreams? Maybe you finished what we started last night?”

I smiled to myself and texted back without thinking. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I would. Send me a picture of what you’re wearing right now.”

“See you later.”

I got out of bed, groggy but feeling good. I knew I shouldn’t encourage his flirting, but I couldn’t help myself.

I got dressed, brushed my teeth, and made my coffee. I had a half hour before I needed to be at the facilities, so I got out my laptop and drank my coffee while doing a little search.

I wanted to know more about Owen Rack. I knew about his football career, but I didn’t know much about the man. He had social media profiles, but I was pretty sure they were run by the team’s PR firm. I skipped those and looked for something more substantial.

I didn’t find a damn thing. I wanted to know him, but there were only the general interviews he’d given while in college. They had the usual information: parents died while he was young, his grandmother took him in, and he worked hard to excel in college. He was the classic underdog story, bad boy from the bad part of town.

But there was nothing particularly bad about him, or at least from what I could see. There were no mentions of arrests or any trouble with the law, which I found hard to believe, at least based on how he talked.

Maybe that was unfair. But he had mentioned his rough childhood, and he had talked about hanging out with rough people sometimes. When we got to chatting while I worked him, he liked to talk about his hometown when he wasn’t busy flirting with me.

But there was nothing on the internet, which I found strange. He never mentioned it in interviews, either. Sure, he was the guy from the wrong side of the tracks, but he wasn’t a criminal.

Maybe I was wasting my time. Maybe Owen had nothing to hide. I finished my coffee and headed into work.

The commute was easy, and I got to the office early as usual. I unpacked my stuff and sat down at my desk, relaxing into my chair.

Just as I started to click through my usual morning routine of news blogs, an email popped up. It was from the director, Jeff Waters. He wanted me to come meet with him in his office as soon as I got in, before the players arrived.

Frowning, I got up and headed over. I didn’t know what he wanted, and I wasn’t going to speculate. It could be pretty much anything.

His secretary smiled as I approached and waved me right in. I knocked once on his door and stepped inside.

“Good morning,” he said.

“Good morning, Mister Waters.”

“Please, Jeff.”

“Okay, Jeff.” I sat down in front of him.

“Taylor, how are things going?”

“Good. I can’t complain. I’m still really thankful that you gave me this chance.”

“Now that the first game is over, I thought I’d check in with you.” He smiled at me. “Anything to report?”

“Nothing. Owen seems to be doing well. He’s taking to the regimen I have him on really well.”

“Good. That’s really good. Owen spoke very highly of you.”

“Oh. That’s great.”

“I wanted to check in on you, since you’re so new. Owen sang your praise.” He laughed. “Never heard someone so excited to work with a physical therapist before.”

“He just wants to make sure he stays healthy.”

“Well, now that he’s the starter, we all do.” He frowned. “That’s actually why you’re here.”

I felt my stomach sink. This was the conversation I’d been dreading. He was going to pull me off Owen because he was suddenly too important.

It made no sense that they’d keep me with him. I had no experience after all.

The strange thing was, I couldn’t tell if I was upset because I wasn’t going to be working on a high-profile player anymore, or if it was because I wasn’t going to be working on Owen.

I didn’t want to be pulled from Owen. Something was happening between the two of us, and I didn’t exactly know what it was yet. Maybe it was just a horny asshole trying to get in my pants, or maybe it was something more. I genuinely couldn’t tell, and that scared me.

It scared me just as much that I was afraid to be pulled off him. If he was such a dick, like I thought he was, then I should want to get reassigned. He was bad news after all.

I didn’t want that. I wanted Owen, bad news and all.

“I understand,” I said. “I’m just an apprentice. He’s an important player.”

Jeff made a confused face. “What do you mean?”

“Well, of course you’ll reassign me.”

He laughed. “Oh, Taylor. I’m sorry. That’s not what this is.”

I paused. “Really?”

“Really. What I wanted to say was, you’re doing a great job. If you need more resourced, they’re at your disposal. If you want more time with him, just ask. Please consider yourself a full member of the staff, because I’m making you one.”