Love Me Like You Do: Books That Keep You In Bed

by Fields, MJ

  “It’s about your future, Roman.”

  “My future is with you,” I responded automatically and slid close to her.

  She pressed her palm against my chest and looked up into my eyes. “Roman, I’m nervous. I’m nervous for you and for this.” She pointed between both of us.

  “What about us?”

  “I think we’re on to something. It’s crazy, I know it, we’re moving at this lightning speed but I already feel as though I have a claim on you. What if we go upstairs and they have bad news for you? I’m afraid you’ll leave, I’ll never see you again.” Her lips quivered slightly and her eyes glassed over.

  I pulled her hard against my chest and stroked her hair. The elevator bell sounded our arrival at the third floor and I lifted her chin to look at me. “No matter what happens, Avery, you will not lose me. Not today and not ever. You are my one life to live no matter where that life takes me.”

  The doors slid open and George greeted us, waving us to the end of the hall. We set a rapid pace and George joined along when we reached him. “Okay, Roman. Let Ms. Crossman talk and for heaven’s sake, hear her out. She can be abrasive if poked, but she is always fair. And that’s coming from me.”

  We reached the team owner’s office and stopped before the solid oak double doors. I looked down at Avery whose face had paled and she sucked on her bottom lip. George grabbed the audacious brass handle and pulled the door open.

  I followed Avery into the vaulted room. Ms. Crossman rose from her seat at the far end of a long conference table and crossed the room to meet us, a broad smile on her face.

  “Always a pleasure, Ms. Crossman,” I said as I gently took the hand she offered. “And of course you know Avery.” Avery rolled her eyes as Ms. Crossman shook her hand.

  “Of course I do. Please, Mr. Gallagher and Ms. Watson, have a seat.” Natalie waved to the two empty chairs situated next to hers. George crossed around the table and took a seat opposite mine. “I’ve also asked Dr. Violet Hanover and General Manager Grace Westmoreland to join us today, Mr. Gallagher.” I nodded to each of them in turn.

  Natalie took her seat and put on a pair of small reading glasses. “Before we begin, I want to say thank you, Mr. Gallagher, for that tremendous performance last night.” Her hand dropped to mine, which rested on the table. “I have to admit I spilled my double Beluga and cran all over the sky box table when you caught that ball. That was an amazing performance, sir, and I’m sure you will see a little extra thank you in your next paycheck,” she said the last with a conspirator’s tone.

  “Now, to the matter at hand. Your health.” She turned to face Dr. Hanover. “Dr. Hanover, I have read your summary, but do me the kindness of explaining it to me in layman’s terms.”

  Violet smiled and exchanged a nervous look with Avery. “Yes, ma’am. Simply put, Mr. Gallagher has a spinal contusion,” she paused a moment, “a bruise you might call it. There are no signs of actual injury to the spinal cord itself which is good. However, even light injuries in this area merit a cautious approach.” Violet stopped long enough for Natalie to break in with a question if she had it. She continued when Natalie nodded. “Mr. Gallagher has no injuries to the bones in his back and rib cage, and no injuries to the cartilage or ligaments though he does have a substantial bruise in the muscles.”

  “And what is your recommendation?” Natalie asked.

  Dr. Hanover’s eyes locked with mine. I held my breath and I’m pretty sure my heart stopped beating. Avery’s hand wrapped around mine underneath the table. “These kinds of injuries need a little time to assess. I’ve seen some cases where they’ve gotten worse and some where they went away. I believe the team sets the season’s opening roster in two weeks?” She looked to George for confirmation. He nodded agreement. “I recommend we put Mr. Gallagher under Ms. Watson’s personal supervision for the next two weeks. She will design a recovery plan for him, which I will review. She will then directly administer the plan, working with Mr. Gallagher each day for the next two weeks at which time I will re-evaluate him.”

  Natalie stared over the top of her glasses at Violet, her expression blank. I could see what George warned me about and hoped I never received that same look from her. Her focus shifted to Ms. Westmoreland. “Grace. Thoughts?”

  Grace shifted forward in her chair and she looked to George who nodded his head slightly. “I’m good with it. We have the two weeks before roster and Mr. Gallagher has already proven his worth on the field. He has earned a chance to join the team this season and I believe we should give it to him.”

  Natalie nodded and turned to me, leveling me with a look that could freeze molten lava. “Mr. Gallagher, I find myself in agreement at this time with the recommendations put forth. Each day for work, you will report not to the practice field, but to the care of Ms. Watson. She will guide your treatment for the next two weeks at which time you will follow up with Dr. Hanover.”

  I exhaled aloud and Avery squeezed my hand under the table. The others rose from their seats so I started to stand. “And, Mr. Gallagher.” Natalie’s words stopped me and I sat back down and faced her. “I wish you the best in your endeavor. But please understand the club’s position on this. If I don’t have a positive recommendation from the staff in two weeks, you will be benched for the season.”

  * * *

  “Well, isn’t that the fucking shit,” I muttered when I turned into the parking lot the next morning and found Avery’s Tahoe already there. After the wake-up call Natalie gave me, I was determined to show Avery how much this meant to me—and that started with beating her to work every day. So much for that. I rounded the corner into her office to find her sitting at her desk, pretending to read a medical journal.

  “Oh, look who’s here,” she said as she made a show of closing the magazine and checking her watch. “I guess we can finally start the day.” She stood up and stretched her back, her breasts straining for freedom against her tight shirt. My dick groaned.

  “Give me a break. Your truck was still warm.” I sauntered up to her and wrapped her in my arms. I took her mouth greedily and our tongues tangled while I pressed her back against the wall and ground my hips against her. My cock strained to be freed from its confines and to find its home buried inside of her. Our bodies melded into one whole and fire surged through me for my woman. I pulled away and found Avery’s eyes needy. She reached into my loose sweatpants and wrapped her hand around my cock and squeezed. My core tightened and my need to have this woman right here overwhelmed me.

  Avery began to stroke me, her hand growing slick with my precum and she leaned close to my ear. “I have a confession to make,” she whispered and continued her manipulations. My fingers brushed along her sides passing beneath her shirt and pushing her bra away to squeeze her soft mounds. My thumbs found her nipples and teased them to harden and caused her breath to hitch.

  “And what is that?” I groaned as she yanked my pants down to free me with her other hand.

  “I was so hot for you yesterday when I saw you in the locker room. I knew I wasn’t supposed to be there, but I was. And you were naked. I wanted you. I wanted you to see me and to take me right there.” She withdrew from my ear and dropped to her knees in front of me, her eyes round and she watched me through her dark lashes. Her mouth opened for me and she sucked the head of my cock inside, her tongue caressing the sensitive spot underneath. The sensation was nothing but warm surrender and my toes curled under even in my shoes. My hands fell to her head, unwilling to release her and I pushed my cock further inside her velvety warmth.

  Any restraint I had vanished and I grabbed her by the hand and tugged her to the door. Avery giggled and kept up with me as we ran for the locker room. I checked around the corner to see the way was clear and dragged her inside.

  “The little lady wants to be taken, does she?” I taunted her as I pulled her shirt and bra over her head and threw them to the floor. Avery kicked off her shoes and I roughly opened her jeans and pulled them down over her
ass. I was a man possessed. A man possessed with desire for his woman, a raging need to have her, to take her. I picked her up and lowered her gently onto a flat bench on her back, her feet supporting her on either side, her smooth folds bared to me.

  Her eyes fell to my cock after I quickly removed my clothes and stood before her. I slowly stroked my own length, pushing more precum from its tip and Avery licked her lips. I straddled the bench in front of her and with my hands cradling her hips, I pulled her close, her legs spread wide around me. She grasped my length with one hand and rubbed the tip of my cock along her seam, her eyes rolling back into her head. “Is this what you want?” She nodded quickly and her grip tightened around me. “You want to be taken by your man?” Her eyes flared open and she pulled hard sinking my first inch inside of her.

  “I want to be fucked. Taken by my man right here. In this place that smells of everything tough and hard. I want you to devour me, to use me and mark me as yours.”

  Molten heat pulsed through my veins and I surged forward, filling her completely in one stroke. I rolled my hips and pinned her shoulders to the bench as I hammered into her. Her eyes opened wide and she grinned happily as I pounded against her. With each thrust, her cheeks flushed and a whimper escaped her open mouth.

  My core tightened and the first waves of my pending release rippled through my shoulders. This beauty, my beauty, underneath me and taking my all. Her wicked mind seemed to go on forever and I couldn’t wait to explore the limits of its seduction.

  I straightened my legs to lift myself further from the bench, using my leverage to pin her firmly beneath me. Her eyes shot open as I reached new depths with each stroke, the sensation of being so deep inside her new to me. My cock felt ready to explode as her channel, slick with need, tightened further around me.

  Her hands flew to my hips and she dug her nails into my ass, marking me as hers, pulling me against her, willing me inside of her, and calling my name. “Yes, Roman. Yes.” Suddenly, her eyes hardened and her body began to tremble from the exertion. “Come with me, Roman. Fill me. Make me yours.”

  She shattered and her body locked rigid. The warmth of her undying love bathed my length and I exploded inside of her. Our bodies shook with need as the remnants of our orgasms captured our souls.

  I collapsed on top of her and we laid together, satiated and happy. Excited for a beautiful future. Our one future together.

  Six

  Avery

  “I’m not sure whether I like this place yet or not,” Violet said as we walked into Sunny DD. It was a sports bar that opened for the sole purpose of catering to the Orlando Sun players and fans. “If it wasn’t for the fact that Delaney, the owner of the place, was a sweetheart I think I would boycott this entire place.”

  “Really? I’ve only been here once before but Roman asked me to meet him up here.”

  “Oh, you’ll see what I’m talking about. Wait until Mindy gets here, she does the best impersonation. Just wait.” Violet waved the whole thing off as she opened the door.

  We walked in and the place was a buzz, those here strictly for football could choose the Red Zone located directly in front of ten big screen monitors. The center of the bar was named the Gridiron and was more open to large groups of people. Finally, the Zonies where we were headed was more relaxed and included a mix of pool tables, foosball tables, and dart boards. Rich wood adorned the walls and sported a wide array of football memorabilia.

  “We’re crowded tonight, it will be about a two-hour wait,” one of the waitresses said to us as she walked by.

  “Thanks, Deena, then lucky for us we’re with the Flintstone party,” Violet said and Deena’s face went from smug to nasty. “See what I mean?” Violet asked.

  The team always chooses random names to make reservations under, that way people couldn’t call around and figure out where they were. “What the fuck is this all about?” I asked in regard to Deena’s behavior.

  “You see Deena is what we like to call a wannabe-top-tier meaning she wants to catch the eye of some rich ball player and become his wife so she can spend his money and do nothing else.”

  “But why does she hate us?” I was confused.

  “She hates us because we work closely with them and they respect us. She’s going to despise you when she sees the way Roman looks at you.”

  We headed to an area where there were several tables cordoned off. I plopped down at the first one I came to.

  Before I knew it we were joined by Harper, the head of the Sun’s PR department, Mindy who led the advertising department, and Cami Martinez, who looked like she belonged more as a friend of Deena’s than Violet’s.

  “Cami is the head coach for the cheerleaders. I think she started two weeks ago, same day as you, Avery,” Violet said, making the introductions.

  “It’s nice to see our girl group growing,” Mindy commented. “Sometimes Georgia joins us, she’s a sportscaster. And believe it or not if we aren’t going somewhere that the players will be Natalie comes as well.”

  “What do we have to do to get some drinks, no one has been around,” Cami interrupted us. She had one of those larger than life personalities.

  “Deena,” Violet and I both said in unison.

  “She must be our waitress,” I continued.

  “Who the fuck is Deena?”

  “Wannabe-top-tier,” Violet answered and everyone else at the table all replied with an “Ahhh.” As if that explained it.

  “I fucking hate those kinds of girls,” Cami sighed.

  “You’ll get to know her well, she lets everyone know she is trying out for the team,” Mindy said. Then she gathered her thick blonde hair high on her head and held it in a ponytail fashion. “Two, four, six, eight, I’m the best you ever ate.” Mindy bobbed her head and chanted in a high-pitched voice. “Oh, rich player, give me a call. Get my number off the bathroom wall.”

  I was doubled over laughing. “Stop, oh my god.” Then it dawned on me, Cami. “Cami, I’m sorry to be laughing.”

  “Oh my god, are you kidding? I think Mindy’s impersonation is fucking hysterical and unfortunately it is accurate for about seventy-five percent of the cheerleaders.”

  “So, Avery, spill.” Harper leaned in.

  “What?”

  “Don’t you give us what. Roman, we’ve all seen you two, my god, you two eye fuck every time you’re within fifty yards of each other.” Harper looked at the others for solidarity on this comment and they all nodded.

  “It’s still new but yeah, it’s nice. It’s…” I thought about what it was, how did I explain it, could I say it was love before I even said love to Roman? That didn’t seem fair. “It’s the real thing.”

  Violet patted her heart. Cami pretended to wipe a tear from the corner of her eyes. Harper wiped drool, and Mindy was practically bouncing in her seat to hear more.

  “This is awesome, we need drinks to cheer. This is bullshit.” Cami stood up. “Yo, who is our server?” Cami asked loudly enough for just about everyone to hear.

  But before anyone could say anything, people started chatting. The waitresses started straightening their shirts and putting on fresh lipstick.

  “Guys are here,” Mindy singsonged. “Bitches be goin’ in heat.”

  I coughed at her comment, but watched the door for my man. Slowly they trickled in, the girls fawning over them. Some of the guys ate it up but some like Sawyer and Connor, they actually stepped out of the girls’ clutches, instead they glanced toward us and smiled. Then Isaac, Jaxon, and Roman came in. Deena tried to get over to Roman, I couldn’t blame her, the man was hot, but he was too quick and headed toward us.

  “She’s a persistent thing, isn’t she?” Harper asked as we watched Deena hurry after Roman.

  He had just gotten to our table when Deena caught up to him. “Roman, can I get you anything, go ahead and start you on a drink?” Roman glanced at our table.

  “One, how long have you been here?” he asked me.

  I glanced to Viol
et. “About thirty minutes.”

  “Where’s your drinks?” He pointed to the five of us.

  Cami leaned back in her chair and smiled.

  “Oh, we’ve been so busy we haven’t had time to get up here yet,” Deena explained. By now several of the players had noticed Roman and heard his rising voice.

  “Fine, then you let the owner know that if you’re too busy to take care of the team then we can go somewhere else.” Roman held out one hand to me.

  “Oh, we’re not. We have strict instructions to put the team first,” Deena tried to placate.

  “Do you understand that these ladies are as much a part of the team as we are? Avery and Doc are on the field along with us at every game. Cami will be since she’s the head coach for the cheerleaders.” At that announcement Deena noticeably paled. “Mindy and Harper keep our organization going. They are as much the team as we are.”

  “Damn straight,” Sawyer said.

  “You disrespect them, you disrespect all of us,” Connor said.

  “Whoa, what’s going on, lads?” Delaney, with her Irish brogue, came over and got in the middle. “I could hear ya from me office.”

  Delaney Darlin, the D’s in Sunny DD was young, about my age, and beautiful. There was something about her that radiated kindness.

  “Sorry, Delaney, but I think we’re done here. Well, at least I am,” Roman announced.

  “If he goes, so do I,” Connor agreed. Several of the other players chimed in agreement.

  “I’m still confused, but why, what happened?” Delaney looked from her server to Roman to us sitting down.

  “My girl and her friends have been here for thirty minutes. They’ve tried to get drinks and couldn’t. Then we were told it’s because you all cater to the team but each one of these ladies are part of the team. None of us could do our job without them.”

  “We were told it was a two-hour wait,” Violet added.