by Laura John
“He better be fucking good,” I tell Johnny Crown, my hopefully new teammate.
I want to sign with the Sienna Grey Wolves, but I won’t be fucked over. Not again. Not only do I want my pay to represent what I’m bringing to the team, but I also want them to understand that I will not hide who I am.
I am bisexual and damn proud of it. I don’t know why it’s anyone’s business who I sleep with, but apparently it seems to always be a big deal. My old team said they didn’t have a problem with my sexuality, but they also told me to only be seen with women. It was stated that it’s better not to flaunt my sexuality in the faces of my fans.
Fuck that. If they don’t like that I like pussy and cock, they can go fuck themselves. I will make sure that if the Sienna Grey Wolves really want me, then they will accept all of me or none of me.
“I swear he is the best,” Johnny says, taking a sip of his beer. “Especially this last year. He wants to make junior partner, so he puts his all into all of his clients. He will make sure the contract is exactly what you want.”
I nod before taking a sip of my whiskey.
“And are you sure the team doesn’t care that I’m not straight? I know you guys haven’t had a bi or gay team member before. I don’t want things to be awkward. The managers say they are okay with it, but we’ll see when it comes to signing my contract.”
“It doesn’t bother me, and no one has come forward saying anything. Honestly, if they don’t like your lifestyle, that is their right, but if they say one fucking thing to you about it, I will have them benched. I’ve been on the team the longest, and you know I have the pull.”
“Thanks, man, it’s great to have friends. It’s going to be weird being so far away from my family, but I’ve wanted to play for the Grey Wolves for a long time, so I’m really glad I’m getting the opportunity.”
“Why would you want to move from California? You do know we actually get winter here, right?” he jokes, and I stare out the window at the snow falling.
“Yeah, that is definitely a downside. It’s damn cold here right now. Is early February always this cold? I could always just move home during winter, it’s not like I have to stay here when I’m not playing.”
“True, but what if you find someone to love?”
“Maybe,” I shrug. “I don’t know if I’m really looking to settle down anytime soon. I’m only twenty-five, so I’m in no rush.”
Johnny chuckles. “Yeah, you have lots of time, but you never know when you’re gonna get hit up the side of the head with the love stick. It doesn’t usually wait for you to be ready, it just sneaks up on you and boom, you’re married with a kid.”
I laugh so hard I almost spill my drink.
“We’ll see about that,” I tell him when I finally catch my breath.
“I’m here for my meeting with Mr. Gulfson,” I tell the pretty receptionist, who smiles at me.
“Of course. If you just have a seat, I’ll let him know you are here,” she tells me.
I thank her with a wink, and she blushes a pretty shade of pink. Maybe I’ll get her number when I’m done with my appointment. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex with anyone, and she is damn fine with a capital f. I don’t think she would disappoint.
“Mr. Gulfson is ready for you,” she tells me, and her voice is a little breathy.
“Thanks, sweetheart,” I tell her with another wink.
She leads me to his office, and I can’t help but stare at her round ass. Does she like to be taken from behind? I hope to find out later tonight.
She knocks gently on the door, and a deep male voice tells us to enter. She opens the door and steps to the side.
“Have a good afternoon, Mr. Briggs,” she tells me as I enter, and I hope to God this isn’t the end of our time together.
She walks out of the office, and I lean out to watch her walk away. That is one nice ass. I hope I get to fuck it later.
“If you are done ogling my secretary, could you please take a seat? I’m a busy man and have other appointments today,” my new lawyer, Mr. Gulfson, tells me.
I turn to face him, a little pissed off that he interrupted my view, but the second I lay eyes on him I almost trip.
I’m attracted to both men and women and never have I been this flustered by the first sight of a person before. I always appreciate a good-looking person, but this man, he has my heart racing like a cheetah sprinting for its meal.
I can’t catch my breath, and I feel like a prepubescent boy who saw his first set of tits, or dick, depending on how he swings.
He is a large man, I can tell even from his seated state. He commands the room, and I’m not normally submissive, but I want him to bend me over his desk and fuck me till I can’t walk straight.
I grab at my tie and loosen it slightly, like that will help at all.
His dark brown hair is styled carefully, and his short beard makes me wonder what it would feel like against my thighs while he sucked my dick. I’ve had others tell me that I’ve given them beard burn, but I’ve never been with a man with a beard before.
I wish he would look at me, so I can see his eyes, but he stares at the papers on his desk.
I’ve probably been standing frozen staring at him for forever, but I can’t seem to move.
Finally, he looks up and stares at me. His dark green eyes bore into my soul. His face is even more gorgeous than I thought. His jaw is strong, and he is a man that probably makes panties melt every single day just from a single glance. But for my sake, I’m hoping he bats for the other team, or like me, swings both ways.
“Are you all right?” he asks, raising a brow, and I can’t even think of words.
“Yep,” I finally mumble out, and I give myself a pat on the back for my eloquent words. Way to go, Xavier, a real chatterbox today.
“Okay, then please have a seat so we can go over the paperwork.” He shakes his head like I’m a crazy person. I guess I am kind of acting like one right now.
I give my head a shake, stride over to the desk, and reach out my hand. “Sorry, I’m Xavier Briggs. Thank you for taking me on so last minute.”
He nods and takes my hand. The jolt of electricity that passes through me is like none I’ve ever experienced before. Please, God, let this man be gay and not let all of this attraction be for nothing. I mean, it’s impossible for this to be one-sided, isn’t it?
I hold on to his hand, and we stare at each other, neither of us blinking. He pulls away first, and if I’m not mistaken, I think he’s blushing slightly. Maybe I do affect him like he does me.
“So, I have here what the Sienna Grey Wolves are offering you. I assume you’ve already read it. How are you wanting to counter?” Mason says, fiddling with the paperwork and now avoiding eye contact.
“Yes, I read it. They are offering me way less than what I am worth. I want to sign with them, but the offer is making me question how badly they really want me,” I tell him honestly.
“I also want a clause put in there that my personal life is that, and I’m allowed to be with whomever I want. The team will not dictate my personal relationships. The last team I was with knew I was bisexual but mandated that I be seen with only women, and I’m fucking sick of it. It shouldn’t matter who I take to my bed. The only thing that they should care about is if I’m bringing my all to the team, and I will always do that.”
Mason finally looks into my eyes and we hold eye contact for a few minutes. My cock chooses that moment to pop up and say hi. As if he can sense my erection, he quickly looks down at his papers.
“I agree that the offer looks low. Do you think they are low-balling you because of your sexual preference?” he asks, and I shrug.
“It wouldn’t be the first time. Every team says they aren’t homophobic, but I’ve never been offered a fair rate to start. I’m sick of begging for what I’m worth. So, I want to let them know, when we send in my counteroffer, that it will be the only offer. They can take it or leave it. If they want me, like they
say they do, they’ll take it.”
Mason smiles, and fuck, I didn’t think it was possible for my dick to get any harder, but here it is.
He has a dimple in his left cheek, and his eyes light up like he is excited.
“I like going in hard and demanding control,” he tells me, and my thoughts go straight to the gutter.
Would he like to fuck me hard? Grab my hips and thrust into me until I can’t see straight. My cock is so hard now I think I might pass out. How am I going to get out of here with this raging boner?
“So, let’s get this contract started. Give me your number,” he tells me, and my brain goes blank.
“What?” I stutter and he stares at me.
“Your number. What amount do you want from them?”
I shake my head and chuckle. For some reason I thought he was asking for my cell phone number, and I know that sounds stupid, but I can be an idiot sometimes. Especially when most of the blood in my body is between my legs.
We spend the next half hour getting the contract perfect. Thankfully, my cock has softened, and I won’t walk out of here looking like a pervert.
Mason puts in all of the stuff I want from the team, and I’m really happy with the final product. Now I just pray that the team accepts it. I’m not being cocky and asking for too much. I’ve worked my ass off and deserve to be paid accordingly.
Mason stands and extends his hand. I do the same, and the second our hands touch, the same jolt of electricity runs through me. Can I ask my lawyer out? Is that allowed? I mean he won’t be my lawyer for too much longer.
“I will get in touch with you when the team reaches out to me,” he tells me, and a rush of sadness comes over me. I don’t want this to be the end.
“Would you like to go out for a drink with me?” I ask, hoping that it sounds casual. It is the end of the day.
“I want to thank you for your time,” I add on, making it sound less daunting. I still don’t know if this man is gay or not.
Mason looks down, uncertainty written all over his face. I’m pretty sure he’s trying to come up with an excuse.
“I think I have time for one drink,” he finally tells me, and I feel like a kid who got an ice cream cone.
“Have a place in mind?” I ask, not knowing this area at all.
He nods and smiles. “Yeah, just give me a minute to shut down my computer and we can walk there together.”
I’m so excited I want to jump with joy, but I keep it together and nod, walking out of his office to meet him out front.
What the fuck am I doing?
I run a hand through my hair, giving it a slight tug, trying to feel something other than the lust that’s coursing through my veins.
I know this is just a casual drink, which I do often with my clients, but I’m not normally attracted to my clients. And they aren’t normally my celebrity crush.
I should have said no. I should have come up with an excuse. I tried hard to, but no words came to my mind. Instead my brain said, why yes, I do want to go for a drink with you, and afterwards I would like to fuck you. is that alright? Thank God only the first part came out.
The moment he walked into my office, I wanted to freak out. I was so glad he was staring at Mary, so that I could stare at him. He’s even more handsome in person. And all of the things I wanted to do to him.
Fuck, I’m getting hard again just thinking about it. Maybe it’s the fact that I know he and I share an interest in the same sex, but I haven’t been that affected by anyone in, I don’t think, ever. Yes, I’m attracted to men, often, but the moment I touched Xavier’s hand I felt like my whole body was on fire.
My dad was a huge baseball fan, and that rubbed off on both me and my sister. She ended up marrying her baseball crush, even though he used to be a dick and a man whore. He changed his ways for her, and now I’m actually friends with him.
But I can’t even date my baseball crush, because I’m in the closet and can’t come out. I mean, I could come out, but I would lose everything I’ve worked so damn hard for, and I won’t do that.
But one drink won’t hurt, right? Maybe we could even become friends, not that I really have those either. Everyone calls me a grump, and I guess they are right. I’m great with my clients and they always love me, but anyone else? I usually tell them to get fucked.
“Leaving early tonight?” Mary says with a smile, when I walk into the reception area.
“Would you like to join us for drinks?” I ask, trying to be polite, but silently hoping she says no.
I know in the back of my head I should not be alone with Xavier Briggs, but a part of me wants it so badly.
“Thank you for the offer, but hubby is taking me out for dinner tonight,” she says with a giant smile.
“Have fun, Mary. You deserve a night out. Make sure you order the most expensive bottle of wine.”
She giggles and nods. “Oh yes, I’m very happy it’s Friday and I have tomorrow off. I may even drink two bottles of wine.”
I turn my attention to Xavier, and my cock stirs a little. It’s been doing that a lot, and I was glad I was sitting behind a large desk for our meeting.
“Ready to go?” I ask him and his smile makes me even harder.
Quickly I swing my coat on, thankful for the length. Fuck, I can’t wait to be sitting at a table so I can hide my erection.
“This place is awesome,” Xavier says, looking around the cozy pub that is only a couple blocks from my office.
“It really is,” I tell him, shedding my coat and sliding into the u-shaped booth. “It’s great because you can be a bit more discreet here so hopefully you won’t be bombarded by fans.”
He laughs and I discreetly adjust myself.
“I’m not that popular that I’m recognized every day,” he tells me, and I shake my head.
“I highly doubt that. Anyone who knows baseball knows who you are.”
A waitress comes and takes our order. She checks us both out and I can’t help the smirk that comes to my face.
Xavier’s phone goes off and he laughs.
“Check this out,” he says, sliding closer to my side.
I meet him halfway and laugh at the video his friend sent him of a kid playing baseball with his dad and nailing him in the nuts with the ball.
“Kids are the worst,” I say, shaking my head and still laughing a bit.
“Totally, but I still want some one day.”
I smile and nod. Me too. But I doubt that will ever happen. I wouldn’t marry a woman just to make her miserable, and I don’t see how being with a man will ever work for me.
“Are you okay?” Xavier asks, placing his hand on my shoulder.
The sensation makes me feel safe. I stare into his eyes for a moment and I feel a pull towards him. He glances at my lips, then slowly starts to lean in. I want to kiss him so badly.
Just then the waitress comes and drops off our drinks, again checking us out with a big smile. I quickly move away from Xavier, giving us space.
“I bet she would love to take us both home and be the meat to our sandwich,” Xavier whispers, causing me to choke on my spit.
Too bad I’m not even the slightest bit attracted to her, I think, watching her walk away.
“You aren’t?” he asks, and I realize I said that out loud.
Fuck, how do I recover from this?
“I don’t really like redheads,” I stammer and feel heat rising to my cheeks.
Goddammit, I need to leave now. Apparently, I can’t even control my voice around him.
Xavier reaches over and places his hand on mine.
“It’s okay,” he whispers, and I shake my head.
“Yeah, not every woman is for every man, right?” I laugh and pull my hand back.
I can’t breathe and I feel like I’m going to pass out. My chest is so tight, I might even be having a heart attack.
I quickly down my drink and stand to grab my coat. “Thanks for coming out with me tonight. I’ll let you know w
hat the Grey Wolves have to say about your offer, but I’m sure it will be fine. It was a pleasure working with you.” I throw two hundred-dollar bills on the table and quickly turn to leave. What a fucking gong show tonight has been.
“Mason, wait,” Xavier calls, but I’m already out the door.
I knew from the beginning that I shouldn’t have come out with him. I pretty much told him I was gay, and I almost kissed him. What the fuck was I thinking? I wasn’t. That’s the problem. I was letting all the blood go to my penis instead of being rational.
“Mason!” Xavier yells while I continue to rush to my car.
Am I ever glad I only had one drink.
“Stop,” he screams from right behind me. He must have run to catch up.
“I’m sorry, I forgot I had other plans tonight,” I tell him, coming to a stop but not looking into his eyes.
“It’s okay,” he says and touches my arm. I quickly pull away.
I can’t have him touching me and fucking my brain even more.
“Please, don’t. I just have to go. Go back to the bar and have a nice evening. I’m sure the waitress would be upset if you didn’t go back,” I tell him and walk away.
Thankfully, he doesn’t follow. Why am I both relieved and devastated by it?
I watch Mason walk away, and I feel a pang in my chest. I want to grab him. To smash my lips to his and tell him it’s okay to feel the way he’s feeling. To tell him I feel it too. But I know he’s not ready. The look of panic in his eyes when he realized his inner voice slipped out… I remember being in the closet too. It’s not easy, but I’m not going to force him out either.
I’m horny, and I need to take this edge off, so I go back to the pub. The red-headed waitress gives me the biggest smile.
“I’m so glad you are back,” she tells me, leaning over the table when I sit down.
“Well, I didn’t want to miss you, sweetheart. I just needed to make sure my friend was alright.”
“I get off in about an hour if you want to wait for me,” she says, biting her lip.
