All Star

by KB Winters

  When I was about to come for the second time, Trey stopped and spun me around. He lifted me up against him and I locked my feet around his narrow hips. He slid deep inside of me and I groaned, gritting my teeth to keep from screaming out loud. The way he felt inside of me was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. The painful pleasure threatened to knock me senseless. Stars floated behind my closed eyes and he thrust inside of me, my back against the window.

  Our lips tangled together in a desperate dance as the heat between us built to scorching. When Trey finally lost himself inside of me, I shuddered and came on his glorious cock about a second later, my pussy clenched onto him as though he were a life raft in the middle of the ocean. I couldn’t think, breathe, or see. It was just him and me.

  Lost.

  When we stilled, he swung us to the huge king size bed and dropped me down to the cushy mattress. We tangled up in the top cover as he landed beside me and rolled over me. His chest was still heaving as he caught his breath. He grinned over at me and an insane laugh burst from my lips. “That was…crazy…”

  Trey chuckled and rolled to his side. He traced his fingers between my breasts, seemingly entranced with the heavy rise and fall of them as I tried to regain my own breath. “Fuckin’ hot. That’s what that was.”

  “Everything you dreamed of?” I teased.

  “More. Watching your titties bounce in the reflection while I fucked you from behind. Shit…that’s hard to top, baby.”

  Heat flushed over my skin. “Well…sadly…we’re not going to get a chance.”

  He laughed and propped himself up. “Is that so?”

  “It’s okay, Trey. I’m not some starry eyed girl who thinks this is all a fairy tale. It is what it is. Two adults…letting off a little steam.” I pushed my hair away from my face, ignoring the way my cheeks blazed. I didn’t want to be the one asked to leave. It was better to get out on my own terms. I shoved the cover off of me and sat up. “So, I should probably get going.”

  “Where are you going in such a hurry?” he asked, as he turned over. I looked at him over my shoulder as he propped himself up on one elbow to face me. I dragged my eyes down his abs and fought against the urge to sigh, thinking of what was covered by the plush cover draped casually over his narrow hips. He caught me staring and laughed softly.

  I whipped my head back around, my cheeks flushed, and started to scan the dimly lit room. I found my clothes, preparing a strategic exit to the bathroom and then out of his hotel room. “Back to my hotel.”

  “Why?” he asked, his tone sounded like he was sincerely confused.

  I laughed. “To sleep?”

  He tugged on my hips, dragging me back into the way-too-comfortable bed. “Nah. Sleep is way too overrated, baby.”

  Before I could object, his lips found the sweet spot on my neck and I was lost again.

  15

  Trey

  After fucking Josie all night, I slept like a rock. She had a body that wouldn’t quit. Better than I’d ever experienced. The way she straddled me and ground on my cock was so damn sexy. She danced like a ballerina up there.

  When I finally came out of my semi-conscience state, I stirred at the sound of a frantic voice. The sound was muffled and I opened my eyes to figure out where it came from. My hotel room was pitch black except for the soft red glow of the alarm clock. With the blackout shades pulled tight, it was impossible to tell what time it was. I propped myself up on my elbow and rolled over to flick a blurry-eyed glance at the bedside clock. 6:32.

  Damn. I groaned and flopped back down into the mountain of pillows.

  “I know…I—” A pause. “Yes, I’m aware of the—”

  The voice was Josie’s and it was coming from behind the bathroom door. Did she have the lights off in the bathroom? The strip at the bottom of the door was dark. Who could she be talking to so early?

  “Yes. I understand that. I promise, I’m getting the…” her voice faded off again. She must have been pacing back and forth in the large bathroom.

  Whoever she was talking to, it didn’t sound like it was going well.

  A few minutes passed and then the door popped open with a soft click.

  “Baby come back to bed. It’s too damn early to be awake,” I mumbled against the pillow, my voice thick with sleep.

  “Shit!” Josie hissed. “Did I—uh—did I wake you?”

  “I don’t think so. But come on, if you’re not tired, I’m sure we can think of something else to do to pass the time…” I said, grinning in the dark.

  Josie scoffed. “No…I don’t think that’s a good idea, Trey.”

  I pushed up into a sitting position and flicked on the lamp. Josie was standing with her back to me, in the middle of the room, fully dressed in her outfit from the night before, and was fussing with her hair. She spun around, her expression contorted, as though she was startled by the sudden flood of light. She blinked a few times and secured an elastic band at the base of her hair. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were wide.

  “I’m pretty damn sure I could change your mind on that…” I threw back the covers and grinned as her eyes raked down my body. She nibbled her lip when her eyes landed on my hard on. I chuckled. “See? Already making you reconsider. Come here, baby.” I said, but she stayed firmly in place.

  “I can’t…Trey. This whole thing was a mistake.”

  I groaned and raked a hand through my hair. “Damn it, Jo. Don’t do this…we fucked. We had fun. End of story. I’m not asking for anything more than a little fun.”

  She crossed her arms. “But that’s kinda the whole thing, isn’t it? It’s just fun for you.”

  “You told me that’s what you wanted!” I stood up and stepped back into my shorts. Clearly this was a losing battle. She could still stare at my junk from inside my shorts.

  Her eyes sparkled and a rush of heat came over me. I’d never wanted her more. She was damn sexy when she was all fired up and pissed off. “When did I say that?” she demanded.

  “The night we talked at the bar! You said your dad wanted you to come home, get married, and knocked up. You told me that isn’t what you’re looking for. You talked about your career and getting ahead before you did that whole thing.”

  She threw her hands up. “That doesn’t mean I want some no-strings-attached fling with you!”

  I glanced down at the bed, silently reminding her that it was kinda what she wanted.

  She growled. “You know what I mean! I don’t have time for this. I have to get work done before my boss fires my ass and I’ll be left with nothing but the family ranch.”

  I watched as she stalked over to the desk in the corner, snatched her purse up, and threw it over her shoulder. “I’m sorry if I led you on…”

  I scoffed, the sound coming out somewhere between a snort and a laugh. “What?”

  She stopped, rooting her feet for a moment to turn and glare at me. “That’s what you’re pissed about, isn’t it?”

  I grinned. “Baby girl, I’m only pissed ’cause we’re fighting instead of fucking right now.”

  She sucked in a quick breath and I grinned wider. She rallied and gave an exaggerated eye roll to cover her initial reaction but her pupils were still dark and dilated. She wanted me. Bad. “Goodbye, Trey. I’ll see you after the game. Maybe this time you could answer some of my damn questions.”

  I shook my head. “What are you talking about? I didn’t even see you at the last press thing.”

  She folded her arms again and glared at me. “Well, I was there and I tried to get your attention.”

  So that’s what this was all about. Her boss must have been the one on the phone, chewing her ass out for not getting coverage after my monster game. “Jo, it was a fuckin’ madhouse! I didn’t even know you were there!”

  She tossed her ponytail along with her hand and turned away from me. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter. It’s not your job. It’s mine. So, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go salvage what’s left of my caree
r before it’s too late.” She stormed to the door and disappeared before I could come up with something to get her to stay. It would’ve been hot as hell to fuck her when she was pissed like that.

  Oh well.

  Another time.

  Whatever was going on with Josie and her career was an excuse. A wall. I could—no, I would—find a way around it. I wasn’t going to give up so easily. I’d had a taste of Josie Crawford and I was damn sure gonna have another!

  16

  Josie

  The road trip continued, from Seattle, I followed the Warriors to LA and then back to Denver for the final game of the stretch of away games. By some cruel set of circumstances—or, more likely, a discount given to the station—I ended up in the same dumpy hotel as my first stay in the city. It was a different room, and this one provided a view of the fancy hotel across the street where Trey and I shared a drink. He was most likely over there, hanging with the rest of the team, celebrating their string of wins. The road trip had been a wild success that had the whole country buzzing. They dropped one game in LA, but other than that, they swept the other teams and were making sports news from coast to coast. Most of the stories revolved around the Trey Delgado narrative. Everyone was talking about the hot streak and the sudden reformation of the once lagging team thanks to Trey’s superstar factor and the star-in-the-making pitcher Cody Wright.

  Well, everyone but Oklahoma City’s Channel 6 News.

  I’d been in the postgame press conference after every game but so far, only one of my questions had been answered and the rest of my segment was filled with regurgitating everything the other sports reporters had to say. Mr. Jones was not impressed. To say the least.

  Denver was my last chance to get the exclusive. Otherwise I might as well just book a one-way ticket to Dallas and hang it all up.

  “Maybe I should have just taken the damn weather girl job,” I muttered to myself a moment before jerking the dusty curtains closed so that I didn’t have to see Trey’s hotel. “At least then I’d be on TV.”

  Since nothing in my reports and footage was new, the station hadn’t even bothered to play any of it. Everything about this assignment was fucked up and I was losing sight of any grain of hope to turn it around. I hadn’t heard from Trey since the morning in Seattle, after I’d stormed out of his hotel room, ranting and raving about my job like some kind of psycho witch on a tirade. It was humiliating. Definitely wasn’t my finest hour and just replaying the damn thing in my head made me cringe. I’d woken up to my phone—that had somehow ended up tucked against my ribs—vibrating like crazy. I vaguely remembered getting it once Trey was asleep so I could set my alarm for the next morning and must’ve fallen asleep before it made it back to the nightstand.

  The early morning call was from Mr. Jones and I ran into Trey’s bathroom to take the call. While he was on speaker phone, lecturing me about my lack of footage, I sneaked out to gather my clothes from the hotel room floor and then ducked back into the bathroom to attempt to defend myself to my irate boss. It hadn’t done much good. Mr. Jones told me that nothing I’d sent back to the station was worth playing on air. They wanted fresh, unique coverage and apparently that wasn’t what I had. At the end of the call, he basically told me that if I didn’t get the interview, the network would can the entire ten-piece segment and I’d be back on coffee duty.

  Indefinitely.

  My plans for something bigger, something meaningful, were unraveling at a rapid pace.

  After fleeing Trey’s hotel room that morning, I threw myself into producing a series of clips of myself, talking about the game and my speculation on Trey. But I couldn’t get into the specifics. At least, not without breaching Trey’s confidence. The segments were edited and ready to send to Mr. Jones but something was holding me back from hitting SEND. If he didn’t like them enough to run them, and still insisted on a firsthand interview with Trey—it’d be all over.

  I’d tuck my tail between my legs, go home to the ranch and see if I could get some freelance work to occupy myself in between blind dates with rich farmers and church ushers.

  “Oh, gawd…” I grimaced at the idea. After being with Trey, there was no way those guys could satisfy me. I’d be back to sneaking my vibrator into bed after they’d passed out for the night.

  Why was it all the fuckwads were amazing in bed and all the nice guys sucked? Was there such a thing as an all-in-one kind of guy? A nice guy with looks, charm, and a cock to die for?

  If there was—I certainly hadn’t found him.

  Not that Trey wasn’t a nice guy. He’d always been respectful to me, but I knew that was only a small part of him. Truly nice guys didn’t have baby mama drama, lawsuits claiming breech of moral clauses, and enough barroom scuffles that if he weren’t a major sports star, he’d probably be behind bars by now on assault charges.

  That wasn’t the kind of guy I could trust in the long run—or even take home to meet my parents. He wasn’t the kind of guy I could build a future with. I’d always wonder if he was being faithful to me. Women threw themselves at Trey like dogs in heat. I couldn’t trust him to keep coming home to my bed every night when he was getting sext messages and naked texts day and night from rabid fans and bored housewives.

  Nope. He wasn’t the one for me. Even if he was the only one I couldn’t stop thinking or dreaming about.

  All Trey Delgado was, was a big, musclebound, panty melting distraction.

  And right now, that was the last thing I needed.

  The Denver game was another runaway success but I couldn’t be bothered to leave my seat. I wasn’t in a cheering mood. Besides that, I was too busy studying the notes on my phone, reciting the postgame questions in my head as though I was cramming for an economics final exam in college. I had to get a good segment tonight. Over the course of the afternoon, I’d made a list of questions that might stir up a good conversation and get me some kind of credit with Mr. Jones. At this point, an exclusive with Trey was out of the question. I refused to sit down with him and talk like we hadn’t fucked all over his hotel room. There was no way I’d be able to maintain anything close to professionalism, and I refused to let my first big piece end up making me out to be some kind of obsessed fangirl.

  I was putting all of my eggs into my plan B, which was a slam dunk postgame show, and the self-produced videos I’d made, chronicling my time on the road with the team. They were sensationalist shit, but at least it was better than going back to Oklahoma City empty handed.

  Toward the end of the game, I pocketed my phone, and took deep breaths before I got any more nervous. I’d glanced up and spotted Trey a few times over the course of the game, but at the moment, he was nowhere to be seen. He’s done his job and the coach likely had him sitting out the rest of the game, knowing the second string could take it home. His absence was fine with me. I was constantly wet, imagining him inside me, thinking about the way he moved his hips, and the taste of his sweet and demanding kisses.

  And his cock. I had to stop thinking about his cock.

  The home team fans were leaving the stadium already, not wanting to stick around and watch their team lose. I hopped up from my seat and started to make my way into the early surge of foot traffic to get down to the media pit. I managed to get there early enough to get a good spot toward the front table and spread my feet wide, rooting myself in place. I wasn’t going to get knocked over, bumped sideways, or trampled on. Not tonight, damn it. Tonight, I was going to get my questions answered.

  Forty minutes later, Cody Wright, Coach Robinson, and Trey filtered out from the visiting locker rooms, all three wearing triumphant, but exhausted, smiles as they took their places at the table. The Three Amigos. That was the not-so-clever nickname the media had assigned to the three of them. Three sets of broad shoulders that were responsible for the weight of the Warriors’ future.

  The team’s PR assistant started picking off questions and the reporters around me started shooting off one after another, rapid fire. It seemed
to always start that way, a roar of chaos until Coach Robinson got irritated and called order. “All right let’s get this going,” Coach Robinson barked over the rush of questions. “My boys are bone tired and we have an early flight home tomorrow.”

  I tried to avoid glancing at Trey, but slipped, and found him already staring at me. Our eyes met and I couldn’t look away again. My heart palpitated and my lips went dry, so I flicked out the tip of my tongue to smooth over the last remnants of gloss. Trey followed the quick movement and his eyes went wider. Shivers tore up my spine and flashes of his reflection in the high rise window, standing behind me, grabbing onto my ass, while he—

  Stop it, Jo!

  I tore my eyes away from his and focused on what Coach Robinson was saying. “—think that’s really the key here. We need to focus on…”

  My eyes drifted back to Trey and Coach’s words faded from my ears. He was still watching me intently. His eyes a silent question. I gave him a smile and my heart jumped when he returned it. Fuck. I was fangirling all over the place. I’d have to catch my drool.

  “Excuse me,” he said, glancing away from me for a split second, just long enough to get the attention of their PR gal. “I want to see if Josie Crawford, from our home station, channel 6, has any questions,” he said, snapping his fingers in my direction. All eyes shifted onto me and I froze. “Ms. Crawford?”

  “Right—um—I do. Yes. Um…” My mind was a blank slate, completely empty of all the questions I had so diligently studied during the game. And, since I’d been studying the notes and not watching the game, I couldn’t even springboard off the last topic of conversation. Shit. “Can you tell our viewers about your strategy leading into the playoffs? Are you making a push?”