I plopped it down on the couch to see who sent it to me. I knew that I wasn’t expecting anything so to get a package was a big surprise. I read the label and realized that it was a package from Keith. I was reluctant to open it. If it was another collar or something like that I was going to send it right back to him.
My curiosity got the best of me and I went into the kitchen to grab a pair of scissors. I cut open the box and peered inside. I removed all the paper and laughed at what I saw at the bottom. It was Keith’s team jersey. My guess is he wants me to wear it to the game. I shook my head. I guess if I wore it, it would mean that I picked him. I hugged the jersey to me and thought to myself, I am not falling for it Keith.
I walked into my room with the jersey and tossed it on my bed. Just as I was walking into my closet, my phone was ringing. It was Stacey.
“Hannah I need you to be ready by 7:30. We need to be there two hours before our flight.”
“Stacey I know, but you might want to come and get me early. I left my laptop charger at the office.”
I heard her sigh on the other line.
“Fine, be ready by seven,” she said and hung up.
I got my things together and was ready when she arrived. When we reached the office, I ran inside. I reached my office and threw open the door. Sitting on my desk was a white box. It caught me by surprise. I knew it wasn’t there when I left yesterday.
Sitting on top of the box was my laptop charger. I walked over and grabbed the charger and stared at the box. I wondered what it could be. I opened the box and immediately burst into laughter.
Inside the box was a brand new David Castor jersey. I shook my head. Looks like they both had the same idea. No dice guys I thought. I am not going to make the mistake of wearing either jersey. I left the box on my desk and closed my office locking the door. I ran back out to the car before Stacey killed me for making her late.
The flight was long but I slept the entire way. I was exhausted and didn’t particularly like to fly. We touched down in New York and immediately took the shuttle to the hotel. There was a nice restaurant there, so instead of going anywhere else, I dropped my luggage off in my room and we caught dinner with a few drinks.
Apparently David was going to join us but their coach was afraid of the guys going crazy in New York and getting into trouble before the game so he decided that they would all have dinner together.
I was a little upset because I wanted to see him.
After dinner I just went back to my room to shower. Stacey and John knew of a club that they heard was great and they wanted to go out. I was in the middle of getting my clothes out when I heard a knock on the door.
I walked over and looked out of the peephole and smiled. I opened the door.
“Did you miss me?” he asked smiling.
“Yes,” I said moving out of Keith’s way as he entered the room.
He walked in and headed right for the bed. He sprawled across it and patted the spot next to him. I put my hand on my hips.
“Aren’t you forbidden to have sex before a game?”
He laughed.
“Baby I told you. Sex before a game makes me play better.”
I walked over and slid onto the bed beside him. He immediately rolled on top of me and we began to kiss. He tasted sweet and delicious. His touch was sensuous as his hand slid along my side and up to my breasts. He caressed my hardened nipple through my shirt and I moaned.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
“Who is that?” he asked looking toward the door.
I wiggled from underneath him and walked over to the door.
“It’s probably Stacey coming to see when I will be ready tonight.”
I made the mistake of not looking through the peephole before I opened the door. David was standing there and before I had the opportunity to say a word, he lifted me over his shoulder and carried me into the room.
“Baby, I know I said I wouldn’t have sex before this game but I want you so bad.”
I heard his voice trail off when he spotted Keith in the room. He dropped me to the floor.
“Looks like I am interrupting something,” he said.
“Yes, so you can just leave,” Keith said standing from the bed.
David walked toward him.
“Nah, I think I’m going to stay. You need to leave.”
They were standing face to face now and I could see this getting volatile.
“Boys, please. I don’t need you two fighting in here.”
“Hannah, just tell him to leave and we can settle that. He shouldn’t even be in my woman’s room talking about doing things to her that only I should be doing.”
I went to open my mouth when David spoke.
“Your woman? She wasn’t your woman a week ago when we were making love.”
My eyes were as big as saucers. I thought I saw smoke leaking from Keith’s ears.
“Hannah what the fuck is he talking about?”
“I uh…,”
“That’s right Keith. Hannah and I made love and when you get the fuck out of this room, I am going to do it again.”
That did it. Keith swung and punched David right in the face. David stumbled back and then recovered quickly leaping on Keith. They both hit the floor throwing punches.
“David! Keith! Stop!” I screamed and tried to pull them apart or pull David off Keith.
They were still going at it. Keith pushed David into the desk and knocked off the lamp breaking it. David threw another punch and it connected with Keith’s jaw. Keith’s lip was bleeding and before he could retaliate I jumped in the middle.
“Enough!” I screamed.
They both stopped, breathing hard and looking like they were ready for more.
“Look, I can’t take this anymore. You need to choose Hannah. Who do you want to be with?” David asked.
“I agree. You need to choose,” Keith added wiping the blood from his lip.
I sat down on the bed.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“You can’t have us both,” David reminded.
“I know that David.”
I was hurting inside and if I was hurting… I knew that they were too. I never meant for any of this to happen.
“Look, I just need you both to leave.”
Keith was more than angry now.
“Fine,” he said brushing past David and storming out of the room.
David approached me.
“David you need to leave too.”
He sighed and walked out of the room slamming the door. I wanted them to leave because I didn’t want them to see me break down. I dropped to the floor and sobbed in my hands. I didn’t go out with Stacey and John that night. I just cried all night until I finally fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning to text messages from both men. David’s text said that he loved me and was sorry that he got physical with Keith. He sent another that said he loved me. Keith’s message said that he expected to see me after the game alone.
I knew that he was angry and normally that would be a good thing for me. It meant that he would punish me and give me the best sex of my life. Yet I didn’t like it that there may be pain involved. I didn’t want to cause anyone pain.
I didn’t text anyone back. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say to them. I just got dressed and took a shuttle over to the stadium with Stacey and her family. We made it to our seats and anticipated an amazing game.
We were wrong.
The first half of the game was dismal I saw it all unfold with my own eyes and I could not believe how badly they were losing. There was one play where David and Keith both went up for the ball and neither one came down with it. There were two plays that if David had blocked for Keith, he would have not have been stopped. That was 14 points that were gone because of the animosity between them. It was obvious that they were not playing like a team out there.
It was two minutes left before half time and it wasn’t getting any better.
The quarterback takes the snap and throws right at David. He goes up for the ball and catches it but then drops it on the turf.
“Damn!” his dad said. “I am not sure what’s up with David. He just does not look like his head is in the game.
“I know, I have never seen him drop so many balls in one half,” John said placing his arm on Stacey’s shoulder.
I sighed. I had a feeling I might be the reason they were not playing as well as they could. They were both so angry at each other and at me that they were sabotaging their own team. I knew something had to be done.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” I whispered to Stacey.
I stood and slid past them all and up the stairs. I figured out how to get to the tunnel and made it to where the team would be. I forgot that I was at another Stadium and this security did not know me. So of course I ran into a problem.
“You can’t come back here,” I was told.
I sighed. I was hoping that I could talk some sense into the two and see a better result in the game. Just when I was about to give up, I spotted someone that I was familiar with.
Jonas!
He was standing there talking to another security guard and someone else.
“Jonas!”
He looked over and saw me. He smiled and walked over to where I was.
“What’s up cutie? Are you looking for your boy toy?”
I smiled.
“Yes, where is he?”
He pulled me past security and pointed me toward the locker room.
“He’s probably in there sulking. He’s pissed off he hasn’t scored yet,” he said leaving me there and walking over to some players in a corner discussing something.
I took a couple of steps forward and then the door swung open. Out walked David looking cute and sexy as always. He was carrying his helmet in his hands.
“David!” I shrieked.
He was sporting a frown on his face but when he saw me he smiled. He rushed over to me and grabbed me, throwing his helmet to the ground and lifting me.
“Babe!” he said. “How did you get back here?”
“I bribed security.”
He laughed and then he looked at what I was wearing.
“You’re not wearing my jersey,” he observed frowning.
I shook my head.
“David, that is beside the point. What are you doing out there? You guys are not playing your best game.”
“I know Hannah.”
“You guys have got to get it together. You cannot let personal issues make you lose.”
“I’m not,” he lied looking at his hands.
I raised an eyebrow at him with my hands on my hips.
“David, you missed two blocks for Keith. You let him get smashed on both occasions. You’re telling me you just suck at blocking?”
He looked away sheepishly.
“David, play the game and don’t worry about that stuff. He loses, you lose.”
He looked at me and sighed.
“Fine,” he caved and then he smiled. “Tell me I’m the one you want and I’m sure that will help.”
I sighed.
“David I am not going to tell you that right now, but I promise you we can talk about it when you get home.”
He moved closer to me.
“Okay, why don’t you just give me a kiss then? I’m certain that will make it all better.”
He was just not going to give up. I sighed.
“Fine, David.”
He smiled and leaned in for the kiss. His lips touched mine and I was lost for a second. Our tongues played together like old friends and my heart started to race.
“Hey cut that out!” One of the players said.
“Hey, if it will make him play better let’s get him a room,” another said.
“Hey shut the fuck up Wally,” David yelled laughing.
He did seem to be in a better mood. Who would have thought one kiss could do that.
“Alright baby, I have to go,” he said kissing me on the lips again.
He picked up his helmet and winked at me. He mouthed the words I love you and walked away.
I smiled as I watched him walk away. I didn’t get to talk to Keith but I was hoping that David would be enough to get them back in the game. They may not win but they are making themselves look even worse by playing with zero effort.
I made my way back over to my seat hoping that after halftime the game would get better. I didn’t like that I was the one causing these two to fuck up.
“Where have you been?” Stacey asked me.
“I had to use the bathroom,” I said. “Must have been that hotdog I ate.”
She shook her head.
After halftime I could see improvement in the way both of them played. By the end of the third quarter the score was 27 to 17 with Keith finally getting the touchdown he wanted. There was still a chance for them.
During a fourth quarter kick off, their special teams ran the ball all the way down for a touchdown. We all went wild. Their chance was even better for the win. The score was now 27-24. After a three and out by both teams, it was only a minute left in the game and the score was still 27-24.
David’s team had the ball and the quarterback went back for a pass. Keith shortened his route to catch the ball and get the team in field goal range.
“They might be able to take it into overtime,” John declared.
One could only hope I thought. I was glad that they were close.
It was about 30 seconds left and we all assumed they were going for the field goal. That was not their plan however. The quarterback went back for the pass and the ball soared through the air.
I looked over and saw the ball was going right toward David!
“Oh my goodness I can’t watch,” Mrs. Castor said burying her face in her husband’s shoulder.
The ball landed right in David’s hands in the end zone. His feet were barely inbounds and he fell clearly out of bounds.
The referee signaled a touchdown and we went crazy! David caught the winning touchdown. We were so excited until the head referee came onto the field.
“The play is under review.”
Damn! We sat on pins and needles wondering what the decision was going to be.
“He caught the ball. There is no doubt about that,” Mr. Castor said.
The head referee came back out onto the field.
“Upon further review, the player retained possession of the ball with both feet inbounds. The ruling on the field stands. Touchdown!”
We all went wild. The game was over and our boys pulled it off! We were all jumping up and down hugging each other.
I could not believe they pulled it off.
After the game we all out went out to celebrate. David was there and he made sure that he sat right next to me. He kept trying to come back to my room for more celebration.
I was very tempted but I thought it best if I slept alone. He went back to his room but not before making me promise that Keith would not be joining me.
I promised him, kissed him goodnight and locked myself in my room.
I checked my phone and realized it was on vibrate the entire night. I had ten calls from Keith. I decided I wasn’t going to call him back.
Dear Diary,
I have known wrath. I have seen wrath. I have felt the immense anger it takes to want to see someone who hurt me punished.
I expected crazy. I expected him to be pissed. Yet I did not expect Mr. Hyde to have a volcanic explosion on me.
I know how it feels to be in immense pain. They call it a broken heart but it feels like every part of you is broken.
I feel broken in my heart, in my spirit and my soul was shattered like glass.
He was in pain and for a second I honestly thought he believed if he killed me it would make him feel better. I felt so bad that I was almost willing to let him do it.
I was tormenting him. His heart was broken and I was pouring salt into his wounds.
I felt li
ke I deserved whatever he had to dish out. I was ready and willing to take it.
-H
Chapter Eighteen
The hot water spraying out of my shower head felt good cascading down my body. I trailed my hands over my smooth skin enjoying the sensation it gave me.
I was feeling rather hot and horny and really was in need of some comforting. I had been trying not to sleep with either guy. It just added more problems. Yet I was desperate for some loving.
The guys took a later flight than we did out of the city so they had not arrived back in town yet. I was desperate for one of them to come over here and service me.
In the bedroom I could hear my phone ringing. I ignored it. The warm water was feeling too good to make me want to get out.
Fifteen more minutes in the shower and I finally decided to climb out. I wrapped myself in a towel and lay across my bed just staring at the ceiling. I just let the silence wash all over me.
The silence was broken up by a beep from my phone. I sat up and grabbed it off the side table. I looked at my missed calls and saw that the last one came from David.
I realized that he left a message and figured I would know then what he wanted. I turned it on speaker and pressed play anticipating the worse.
Suddenly his voice filled the room.
“Hey babe, please call me back. I’m in the airport. I just got back from New York. I want to come and see you. You promised that we could talk.”
I could hear him sigh and sadness came into his voice.
“I want you so bad. Please call.”
I could hear loud boisterous noises in his background and then he was gone.
I grabbed my phone and tried to call back but he didn’t answer. I was frustrated. I wanted him to come over here tonight.
I left him a message that said when he got a chance come on over. I began to get dressed. I was sitting on the bed rubbing lotion on myself when my cell phone rang. I thought it was David but it ended up being Keith.
“Hi Keith,” I said.
“Get over here,” was all he said then he hung up.
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