by T. S. Ryder
The last resort? Well, don’t you know how to make a girl feel special? Jerk. Mr. Carrington continued, “What will it be, Forbes? You know, filling in for the sports column could mean a better post for you here in the future. Prove your versatility and the advice column will be a thing of the past. That is what you want, isn’t it?”
Of course it was what she wanted. There was no way she could refuse now, not with the promise of a promotion. She forced out a smile. “Yes, I’ll write the best darn piece about Michael-er- the football guy. Sports is great. I just love the MFL.”
“NFL.”
“That’s what I meant.”
“Good, you can head down to the stadium tomorrow. Mr. Pryce will be expecting you.”
Rachel smiled, got up and backed out of the office. “Alright. Thank you, sir.” Once on the other side of the door, her smile dropped along with her spirit. “The freaking sports column?” She strolled back to her office, no cubicle. Could she pull off a sports piece? She had no idea. But she had to make it fantastic so her skills could finally be recognized. If doing one measly article on a sports star was what it took to rise to the top, she sure as hell was going to pull it off.
Chapter Two
Michael stepped out of the shower and slung a towel around his hips. As he rounded the corner he nearly ran into his coach. “Pryce! Good job today.”
“Thanks, coach.”
“I’ve been watching you, kid. You play like a man possessed, the best damn quarterback I’ve seen in a while. The fans are watching you too. Your name is on everyone’s tongue. Have you noticed?”
“Uh, I guess.” No, he hadn’t.
“We’re going to take advantage now and make you the face of the team, kid, starting with getting you in the paper. Everyone wants to know who Michael Pryce is.”
Michael eyed Coach Reynolds with masked annoyance. He didn’t want to be recognized. All he wanted was to blow off steam playing a game he loved. If people knew the real him, he would no doubt be chained up in a lab to be prodded and studied. “I’m not interested in the notoriety, coach. There are plenty of other men on the team who deserve such recognition.”
Coach Reynolds scowled. “No doubt there are, but a reporter from the Denver Post is already on the way to interview you. Embrace the recognition, kid. Many would kill to be in your position.” He nodded and walked off before Michael could protest any further.
Michael let out a sigh. Great. He was going to be saddled with some annoying, inquisitive reporter. Maybe Sloan was right. Maybe they should pack up and move to another town. They had been in Denver long enough, much longer than they usually spent in one place. But he’d had the brilliant idea of getting into sports, and two years later they were still in Colorado and playing in the NFL no less! Maybe joining a team and interacting with people wasn’t such a great idea, after all.
He walked into the locker room and plopped down on a bench. It was hard for him and Sloan to just disappear this time around. They were a part of something that had gained them recognition.
“Why so glum, superstar?” Sloan asked. He was leaning casually against a set of lockers as his friend walked in. As usual, Michael was sulking about something. Sloan shook his head. After centuries running around the world with his best friend, he couldn’t get the man to lighten up.
Michael glanced around the locker room. He lowered his voice in case any of their teammates were in hearing distance. “Coach just told me that a reporter is coming to interview me.”
Sloan’s lips spread into a wicked grin. “Awesome, invite him over to our place. We can make a meal out of him tonight.” Michael’s brows furrowed and he shot Sloan a disapproving look. Sloan chuckled. He loved pissing Michael off. “Kidding.”
He straightened. “What’s the big deal, Mikey? It’s just an interview. You’ll answer a few questions and take a picture. Relax for once in your life, man. Anyway, I have to get going. I have plans with a delectable little brunette.” Sloan’s eyes ran over Michael’s bare torso. “If you hurry home, we can share her,” he drawled. He winked and sauntered out of the room.
Michael stared at Sloan’s retreating form. His friend’s suggestion caused a stir in his groin. The thought of sharing yet another woman was quite appealing. It was too bad he had to stay put and wait for the damn reporter.
The sudden commotion in the room pulled him from his thoughts. He could hear a few of his teammates whistling. He leaned forward to peer around a row of lockers. His eyes widened at the sight of the woman stood in the doorway. Sweet mother of God. Who was she? The woman wore a dress that hugged her generous curves like a second skin. She turned to Jake, one of his teammates, and asked him something.
With his enhanced hearing, Michael heard every word. “Good afternoon. Is Michael Pryce here?” Her tone was soft and melodious, music to his ear. Would her moans be as sweet if he had her pinned beneath him, plunging into her softness? He blinked twice, bringing his thoughts out of the gutter. She was here to see him. Perhaps she was the reporter he was supposed to be expecting. He had assumed that the interviewer would be a stuffy man, but the fact that she was a delicious-looking woman made the prospect of an interview suddenly more appealing.
The voluptuous woman turned in his direction and sauntered toward him. He assessed her to be about five feet nine inches tall, but he took off about four inches without her ‘come fuck me’ heels. His gaze moved upward, taking in full breasts and the face of an angel. As she drew closer he could see that her mocha skin was flawless, her lips were red and sensuously plump, and her honey brown eyes were almond shaped. Her raven black hair was caught in a high bun, accentuating her long, graceful neck. A Nubian goddess, he thought.
She made eye contact with him and smiled nervously. “Hi, are you Michael Pryce?”
I’ll be anyone you want me to be, baby. He stood up. “I am.”
***
Rachel shoved her embarrassment at walking through a male locker room filled with sweaty, muscular football players aside as soon as she set eyes on the man in front of her. For any other woman it would be a sex paradise, but not her. She was way too shy. Her dismay had mounted when she asked for Michael Pryce and was shown into the locker room. She’d had to walk past a bunch of half-naked men who whistled and threw sexual comments at her. The comments thrown her way could make a prostitute blush.
This was Michael Pryce? Her eyes ran over him from head to toe. God, he was beautiful, every hard, toned, bronze inch of him. She gulped, realizing that all he was wearing was a towel slung loosely on his narrow hips. One wrong move and his covering would slip to the floor. She found herself hoping that the towel would fall. She pursed her lips and quickly brought her gaze back to his face. Sea green eyes studied her intently. His chiseled jaw gave him a masculine, alpha male edge and his sexy lips were curved into a knowing grin. He knew she was checking him out. Kill me now.
She cleared her throat lightly. “I’m Rachel Forbes. I’m here to do your interview. I’m sure you knew I was coming.”
“Rachel Forbes,” he drawled in a deep, silky voice, making her toes curl in her stilettos. “Yes, I was expecting you.”
She gave him another once over, her mouth drying. “Perhaps this is a bad time. I can wait outside until you get dressed.”
Michael’s lips lifted along with his shoulders. “I’m not shy. Are you?”
“Um, I think it would be better if you were…clothed.” There was no way she could form any straight thoughts with such a magnificent male specimen in front of her.
He chuckled. “If you think so, Miss Forbes. It is Miss, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
He gave her another sexy grin, his green eyes sparkling. “I’ll meet you outside.”
Rachel nodded and took a step back. “Great.” She turned, biting her lip hard, and took off towards the door. She gritted her teeth as the whistling and shouts of ‘hey sexy, you want to do a piece on me?’ commenced. Ugh, oversexed athletes. She let out a breath and leaned
against the wall. Michael Pryce had gotten her hot and bothered. It had to be because she was seriously sex deprived. She needed to get laid, preferably with Michael. No, no no. I can’t think about having sex with my subject. Besides, it wasn’t like he was interested in her, or ever would be. He probably had tall, slim, leggy women gracing his arm and bed every night.
Minutes later, Michael walked through the door. He let out an aggravated sigh and shoved his phone into his pocket. He would have to postpone his interview with Miss Forbes. Sloan had called moments ago, telling him that someone had broken into their house but nothing had been taken. It was no random break in. He knew who was behind it.
Michael spotted Rachel leaning against a wall. He couldn’t help giving her another once over. “Miss Forbes.”
She turned to him and smiled. “Please, just Rachel.”
His lips curved. “Rachel. I have some bad news. I can’t do the interview right now. I just got an urgent call.”
She frowned. “Oh. I hope everything is alright.”
“It will be. How about you come to my place, later?” He didn’t know why he blurted that out. He should have told her to come back tomorrow. Inviting Rachel to his place was asking for trouble.
Rachel blinked. His place? As in alone in his house? That didn’t sound like a good idea. But she had to get the interview and write the article. The rest of her career depended on it. “Alright, just give me your address and the time.”
He rattled off his address and told her to drop by around 7:00. He would have things settled by then. “See you later, Rachel.”
“Okay. Hey, wait. Here’s my phone number just in case.” She slipped him a piece of paper and watched him walk away. What a fine human specimen.
Chapter Three
Sloan paced the kitchen of the huge two story house. His fists clenched and unclenched several times as anger radiated through him. He should have gone with Michael to confront the house guest they received earlier, but Michael had insisted on going alone. Apparently, Sloan was too much of a hot head and would most likely aggravate the situation.
Damn right he would. All he wanted to do was rip someone’s head off, or better yet shift into his dragon form and make toast out of someone with his fire breathing ability. And the person who he wanted to hurt so badly was one of their own. Ronan. Damn the bastard. The dragon shifter was unhinged and that made him dangerous. He wanted to create a dragon shifter uprising because he had some deranged vision of a world run by dragon shifters. All shifters were wary of Ronan. He was a threat to them all.
Ronan has been following Michael and Sloan for decades, trying to convince the two shifters to join forces with him. They were among the few oldest and most pure-blooded dragon shifters and would be generals in Ronan’s army. They, of course, wanted nothing to do with the man. Both men wished to live peaceful, semi-normal lives among humans. They thought Ronan had given up since they hadn’t heard from him in three years, but it seemed the evil scoundrel was back.
Sloan let out a frustrated growl and moved to the counter to uncap the bottle of vodka resting there. So much for playing ball and bedding women, he thought. Worrying about Ronan certainly put a damper on the fun. Taking a long swig from the liquor bottle, he sat down on a stool. He might as well get drunk until Michael returned with news.
He heard footsteps approaching the front door before the bell rang. He sniffed. It was a woman. Hmm, I love female visitors. He sauntered out of the kitchen to the front of the house. When he opened the door his heart skipped a beat. His eyes swept over the woman before him.
“Hello,” he drawled.
Rachel frowned. Do I have the wrong house? “Hi. I’m looking for Michael Pryce.”
Sloan’s brows shot up. It was too bad she belonged to Michael. Although they had no problem sharing, he hadn’t gotten his friend’s permission yet. “He’s not here.”
Rachel’s shoulders dropped. “He told me to come here at this time. I’m supposed to interview him.”
“You’re the reporter?” Yes. She didn’t belong to Michael, after all. He could have his fun.
“I am.” She extended a hand. “Rachel Forbes.”
“Sloan Ryder,” he introduced, taking her hand in his. “Michael’s team mate and housemate.
Rachel’s cheeks warmed as deep-set gray eyes roved over her body. Michael’s friend was just as gorgeous as he was, except he was a head shorter. He was just as muscular, though. He seemed darker than Michael both in looks and personality. Where Michael had low cut sandy blond hair, Sloan had black hair that was a bit too long. His entire demeanor was darker.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Ryder.”
He smiled slightly. “Just Sloan. Why don’t you come in and wait for Michael? He shouldn’t be too much longer.” He stepped aside and indicated for her to enter.
Rachel hesitated. Sloan looked like bad news. But what harm would it be to wait for a little while? “Thank you,” she said, stepping inside. Sexual awareness spread through her when she brushed past him. What is my deal? She had been just about ready to jump Michael at the stadium and now she was getting heated in his friend’s presence. Yup, I definitely need to get laid soon.
“Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?” Sloan asked.
She swallowed. “Water, please.” When Sloan disappeared, Rachel assessed the living room, taking in the expensive furniture.
“Here you are.” She turned to Sloan, who handed her a glass.
“Thank you.” Rachel drank deeply, letting the cool liquid moisten her too-dry throat.
Sloan watched her with interest. He wondered why he felt such a deep attraction to Rachel. Sure, he was involved with many beautiful women, but there was something about the one sitting in his living room that made his heart flutter. Maybe it was because he hadn’t taken her to bed yet.
Rachel shifted uneasily in her seat. She could feel Sloan’s eyes on her. Giving him a fleeting glance, she asked, “So, Sloan. How is it playing for the Broncos?”
He shrugged. “It’s okay.”
“Just okay? I get the impression you don’t enjoy your career.”
“I got into it because of Michael.” When she gave him a questioning look, he added, “He and I go way back. We do just about everything together.”
Rachel nodded. Why did his last statement sound so suggestive? “I see.” She glanced at her watch. “I suppose I can meet up with Michael tomorrow. I don’t want to take up your time, Sloan.”
“I don’t mind your company.” His eyes were smoldering as he stared at her.
Rachel put her glass down on the center table and stood up. She had to get away from him before she combusted under his heated gaze. Before she realized that he had even moved, he was on his feet in front of her. Such proximity to him was disconcerting. “Um, it’s fine. I have no problem waiting another day.”
Sloan’s gray eyes seem to penetrate her. “I don’t want you to leave just yet,” he murmured. His gaze dropped to her lips. Such lovely lips. She must taste like heaven, he thought. His head lowered and inched close to her.
Rachel watched him wide-eyed. Should she let him kiss her? He seemed like a playboy. But his allure was so powerful.I’ll let him kiss me, just for a few seconds. She was curious to know what he tasted like. His lips touched hers and she instantly melted. His mouth on hers felt natural. Sloan stepped closer, wrapping his hands around her waist. Rachel moaned as her body was pressed against his and she felt his hardening erection pressing into her stomach.
Her hands were splayed against his broad chest. She couldn’t help running her palms over his hard muscles. He feels so good. Rachel parted her lips, giving him permission to deepen their kiss. His tongue swept inside her mouth to explore.
Sloan could feel himself losing control. If he didn’t stop their kiss, he would take her right there in the living room. But he couldn’t bring himself to stop. Backing towards the couch, he took Rachel with him. Sitting down, he pulled her on top so that she straddled him
. Her dress rode up, revealing smooth thighs.
He slipped his hands under her dress to cup her ass and pull her closer. Rachel shifted against his cock, causing him to let out a groan. His fingers slid into her panty to trail against her mound before slipping into her softness. The contact pulled Rachel from her sexual haze. Gasping, she tore her mouth from his and jumped to her feet, stumbling on her high heels. She stared down at him, eyes wide with horror. Panting and still heated from their passionate kiss, she said, “Oh my God. What am I doing? I don’t even know you.”
Sloan stood up slowly, disappointment mixed with confusion swirling in his mind. He would have loved to claim the lovely Rachel, who he knew absolutely nothing about. That had never stopped him before. What he couldn’t put his finger on was why his need to touch her, to be inside of her, was so strong. “I’m sorry. I got carried away.”
Rachel reached for her handbag, which had dropped to the floor. She straightened her dress. “I-I’m going to leave. I’ll come back tomorrow. No, I’ll see Mr. Pryce at the stadium.”
Sloan watched her back toward the door. He didn’t bother to stop her because he would probably jump her again if she stayed. The door closed and he still stood rooted to the spot. What in the world had just happened? Plopping down on the plush couch, he was lost in wonder and didn’t hear the door open.
Michael stepped through the door. “It was as we suspected. Ronan is in town.”
Sloan looked up, his brows furrowed. “Hmmm?”
Michael’s brows shot up. He closed the door behind him and studied his friend with concern. “Are you alright? You look a little lost.”
Sloan scratched his head. “Uh, yeah. I’m fine.”
Michael froze. “She was here.” He could smell Rachel’s scent permeating the air. He had ingrained her scent in his nostrils when he had first met her. As he got closer to Sloan, his scowl deepened. “Her scent is all over you,” he bit out.
