Fair Play

by Mia Ford

  Dru made a face that told me she’d been running her mouth. I gave her a face back that said we’d talk about her lack of discretion later on.

  “I never actually went to the cabin,” I said, swallowing the lie. I looked at Walter. “Didn’t you say you had two announcements to make?”

  “What? Oh, yes.”

  He tucked the paper back into his pocket and plucked the glasses off his nose.

  “The other good news is that we received a call from the Kings press office this morning. Sports Insider Online is no longer banned from Kings Stadium. Your press credentials will get you back into the games and press conferences now, and they promise no longer to shoot us on-sight, so it’s a good day, people. And we owe it all to Katie Holmes…” He grinned at me. “I mean, Kate Asher!”

  Kate

  I propped my chin between my fists and stared at the blank Word file displayed on the laptop screen. The blinking cursor mocked me as I tried to figure out the best way to start the piece I was assigned to write on the differences in compensation between the United States’ women and men’s professional soccer teams.

  The story could be great if I came at it from the right angle, or it could be shit if I didn’t. It bothered me that I now worried about the number of hits a story would get.

  I knew this story wouldn’t get a fraction of the hits the story on Sean got. I kept telling myself that I had to put the piece on Sean behind me and move on. I was finding it extremely hard to do.

  I knew the facts of this story inside and out. I had my copious notes spread out on my little kitchen table. I had print outs of compensation schedules and statements from all the different sides. All the facts were there. The damned story should write itself. So why was I having such a hard time typing the first word? Because my mind was somewhere else.

  The article on Sean was still getting tons of hits. I’d been approached by ESPN and Sports Illustrated to talk about coming to work for them. Everyone was impressed with my ingenuity and the results of my work. Everyone except me. I still felt like a shit for what I’d done to Sean.

  A press release from the Kings said that Sean was healing well and might make it back into the game before the season ended. Coach Rickets was quoted as saying, “Sean is an integral part of this team. We will hold his spot open no matter how long it takes for him to get well and get back on the field.”

  At least things were looking up for Sean. All I really wanted for him was to be happy. Hopefully the coach’s support was some small compensation for my deception.

  No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get Sean out of my mind. It wasn’t only guilt that I felt, but regret, as well. I treasured our night together, and I regretted that I would never fall asleep in his arms again.

  The best thing that I could do would be to file that night away in the Katie Holmes box and get on with my life.

  I rested my fingers on the keys and took a deep breath.

  “Okay, type,” I said.

  My fingers hovered there for a moment. Thankfully, the door buzzer gave them a reprieve.

  I glanced at the time as I got up from the table. It was almost nine o’clock on a Friday night. People with actual lives were out to dinner or out at clubs. I had ordered a large pizza from the joint on the corner. My plan was to eat it alone and work until the damn soccer story was done. I picked up the twenty-dollar bill I’d left on the table and carried it to the front door.

  “Hi, Bobby—“ When I opened the door, the words caught in my throat. My large pizza was there, but rather than the teenager who usually did the deliveries, holding the box was Sean Donovan.

  He looked at me and smiled. “I met a kid downstairs who traded me a large pizza for an autograph. I was wondering if you’d like to share it with me.”

  I blinked several times to make sure he was real. He was. I stepped aside to let him pass, then closed the door and followed him into the kitchen.

  Kate

  “What are you doing here?” I asked, standing with my arms around myself as I watched him set the pizza on the counter. My eyes took stock of him. He looked good; healthy and strong.

  “I was told that I could meet someone here,” he said with a smile.

  I blinked at him. “Who?”

  “I think her name is Kate Asher,” he said, giving me a little nod. “Her friend Dru left a note for me at the stadium and they passed it along. Her note said that she thought we’d be great together.”

  “It did?” My eyes flooded with tears. “She’s usually right about such things.”

  He stepped closer. The air between us sparked with electricity. He held out his hands and gazed into my eyes. “Do you have something to say to me?”

  I sucked in a quick breath and put my hands in his. Every nerve in my body came alive. I said, “I’m sorry. I never should have lied to you.”

  He squeezed my hands and pulled me close. “And do you promise to never do it again?”

  I licked my lips and said, “I promise.”

  “Then,” he said, putting his arms around me. “It’s nice to meet you, Kate Asher.”

  “It’s nice to meet you, Sean Donovan.”

  Sean sat on the edge of my bed and lifted his arms so I could pull the t-shirt over his head. He winced a little, but the pain seemed to pass quickly as he focused his eyes on my breasts. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me to him. He kissed my breasts and swirled his tongue around my hard nipples.

  “God, I missed you,” I said, clutching his head to my breasts.

  “I missed you, too,” he said as his hands went around to cup my ass. He kneaded my ass cheeks and tilted his head back so I could kiss his mouth. When his tongue pressed against mine, the electricity flowed from his mouth into mine, down my body and into my cunt. I was already flowing like a river. His tongue in my mouth seemed to increase the tide.

  His cock was hard and straight between his legs. As he massaged my tits, I reached down to take his cock in my hand. I tugged on it and felt it grow larger. I had forgotten how amazing he felt in my hand. I couldn’t wait to have him back in my pussy where he belonged.

  “Are you okay to do this?” I asked softly.

  “I am,” he said, moaning as my hand continued its stroke. “I just can’t lift you over my head and twirl you around.”

  “Good,” I said. “I’ll take it easy on you.”

  “I can’t make that same promise,” he said.

  He suddenly spun me around and with his hands on my hips, pulled me back into his lap. I leaned forward with my ass out and lowered my pussy onto the head of his cock.

  I moaned when he pulled me down onto him, filling my pussy completely, with no room to spare.

  He reached around to cup my breasts. I loved my hips up and down to milk his cock. He squeezed my nipples hard. I moaned in pain and moved my hips faster and faster.

  “Oh… god…” he moaned. He dug his fingers into on my hips and slammed me into him. His cock impaled me over and over, pushing against my innermost walls. My ass slapped against him. My big tits bounced on my chest.

  “Now…” he said. “Cum with me now…”

  Sean pulled my ass into him and his cock filled me with streams of hot milky cum. My pussy responded by sending a flood of juice over him. He put his arms around me and pulled me close as a last shudder swept through our bodies.

  When it was over I leaned my head back on his shoulder and sighed.

  “It was so nice meeting you, Mr. Donovan,” I said with a smile.

  He sank his teeth into my shoulder and said, “The pleasure was all mine, Miss Asher.”

  “Not entirely.” I wiggled my ass against him. “Please come again soon.”

  “You know I will.”

  EPILOG: Kate

  “Are you nervous?” I glanced over at Monique, who was bouncing Leon Junior on her shoulder. I tried to put on a brave face.

  We were in the VIP box at Kings Stadium waiting for the first play of the last game of the regular season.
The Kings had received the kickoff and had the ball on the Panther’s thirty-five-yard line. If the Kings won this game, they would be a wildcard in the playoffs.

  Leon and Sean were down on the field with the rest of the starters, huddled around Matt Murphy who was calling the plays. This would be the first game Sean had played in since being injured three months before. And yes, I was a nervous wreck.

  “He said he was ready and the doctors cleared him,” I said. I laced my hands together and held them between my breasts. It looked like I was praying. Maybe I was.

  “That’s not what I asked,” Monique said, bouncing. “Are you nervous?”

  “Is it that obvious?”

  “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it,” she said. She nodded at the field. “Here we go.”

  Sean lined up wide-right. The second the ball was hiked to Murphy, Sean shot off the line and ran the same route that had gotten him injured before. I held my breath as I imagined it happening again.

  Murphy scrambled back and Leon and the other linemen did their best to protect him, giving Sean time to make it down the field.

  Murphy launched the ball like a cannon ball. I watched the ball spiral through the air. It arced high above the field before making its descent and dropping perfectly into Sean’s hands.

  This time there was no freight train waiting to run over him.

  Sean tucked the ball under his arm and sprinted the remaining twenty yards down the field and across the goal line.

  Touchdown!

  No one even came close to stopping him.

  The stadium erupted as fans jumped to their feet to herald the return of their beloved gladiator. The stadium announcer led the chant, “Sean! Sean! Sean!”

  I released the breath that I’d been holding and put my hands on my cheeks. He’d done it. He’d really come back stronger than before. I couldn’t have been happier for him.

  The entire team mobbed the field to congratulate Sean. The refs, who normally wouldn’t allow such a celebration, just backed away and let it happen.

  Leon and another lineman lifted Sean onto their shoulders like he was a rag doll. He held the football in his right hand and lifted it high above his head.

  As they carried him toward the sidelines, Sean took off his helmet with his free hand and looked my way.

  Even though we were far apart, I could tell that he was looking into my eyes. He tossed the helmet down to a teammate, then smacked his hand to his lips and blew me a kiss. I pretended to catch it and brought my hand to my lips.

  “You gonna make an honest man out of him?” Monique asked with a smile.

  I wiped away the tears of joy in my eyes and smiled. “I’m certainly going to try.”

  THE END

  BILLIONAIRE STEAMY ROMANCE SERIES

  DAD’S BEST FRIEND

  DAD’S BEST FRIEND

  Caroline

  I braided my hair over my shoulder before I left my room and headed down the two sets of stairs to the kitchen for my coffee since no day could start without it. I had a mid-morning class at school today, but I was up late studying for the test I was taking in it. I needed the caffeine desperately. I looked into the sunken living room to see Perry sitting on the couch as he read the paper, and I smiled to myself. He was twenty years my senior but hot as hell, something that just sounded scandalous considering that he had been my legal guardian for eight years now. I thought about the time as I poured the smooth roast that he brewed every morning and grinned as he called out to me. “Morning, Caroline.”

  “Good morning, Perry. How was your night?” I asked as I dumped some cream into the big cup and stirred it slowly, lost in the swirls of dark brown and white before they blended together. I knew that he was out late and didn’t want to think about him being on a date, or what might have happened on it if he was.

  Perry would probably never look at me the way that I did him. I was just a scared thirteen-year-old when I moved into this house after losing my adoring parents in a plane crash, uncertain of my future and what was going to happen. It only made sense that I would move in with Perry since he was Dad’s best friend since they were in elementary school. I wasn’t close enough to the four siblings of my parents to feel comfortable going to them, and Perry offered before knowing that he was my godfather, to begin with. He offered when I was born, but who knew that it would ever happen this way?

  “Good. I went to the bar with some friends after work.” No real date but who was I kidding? Perry looked younger than his forty-two years and with his dark tousled hair and cerulean eyes, women were likely falling at his feet daily. Not to mention the time that he spent in the gym near the architecture firm that he owned, making him muscular, toned, and insanely sexy. “Did you hide in your cave and study all night?”

  “You know it. I live such a glamorous life,” I quipped as I felt him come to stand near me, smelling like the forest that we lived in along with that peppermint soap that he used. I silently inhaled the scent that promised me so much warmth, annoyed that coffee got in the way of my enjoyment.

  “You’ve worked your ass off for this degree. Don’t ever feel like that isn’t an accomplishment, Caroline.” His voice was lightly reprimanding, and I smiled at him as I looked into his model perfect face. “You’re twenty-one now and graduating soon. There’s plenty of time for fun.” Did Perry realize that I was a mature twenty-one-year-old woman as much as he sounded like he did? I was skinny with acne when I moved in here, but now I had generous curves and my mom’s pretty caramel hair and Dad’s light green eyes.

  The immature boys at UCCS told me that I looked like a pin-up girl as they looked me over as though I was a piece of steak. They compared me to Bettie Page or Dita Von Teese, but it didn’t work on me. I grew up with one of the most handsome and caring men in the world, so their words were not going to get them in my pants. Nobody ever had, making me the only twenty-one-year-old virgin on the planet; at least in my mind. I was saving myself for Perry, and he would more than likely never see me that way. “I know. I don’t mind sticking around the house since it’s amazing here.”

  Perry built this place in Colorado when I was ten, tucked in the trees of the spread-out forest but close enough to get into town for whatever we needed. It was beautiful and private, but sometimes it felt like a prison to me. I started developing all kinds of feelings for Perry once I turned sixteen and hid them since that was wrong in every way. I should have probably slept with someone and gotten it out of the way, but no guy in school, high school or college, ever appealed to me. I just lived with my growing desire for the man that was something if a stepfather to me, using it to get myself off so much that I was satisfied with it in a sick way. It was like that for years, but once I was turning twenty, it made sense that it could happen for us. He was the only one that respected me the way that I needed to give myself to somebody.

  I guess it went back to my mother telling me about having strong feelings for someone before I gave them that since it was meant to be so much more than physical. For women, it was emotional and no matter what, Mom warned that I’d have some attachment to the first person that I had sex with. I kept that in my mind after she was gone and the years flew by. Perry gave me a safe place to live and all the stability that a girl could ever want and I felt guilty that I wanted him so much.

  Now that I felt like I was going to be a real adult soon, I found it hard to ignore this attraction. I wanted him to see me as more than a daughter figure even though he’d been raising me as such so long.

  “Caroline? Where are you?” His voice broke into my thoughts as I blinked and realized that I was still staring at him. I was obsessed or headed there, and I laughed as I shrugged.

  “I guess I’m in bed mentally. Studying and all,” I smiled weakly and sipped the coffee that suddenly didn’t taste as good. “I need to get to school and take that test. See you later?”

  “I’ll grill some chicken and those marinated veggies that you like for dinner,” he assured me as I n
odded and smiled again. I poured the coffee into one of the Starbucks travel cups that he kept me stocked up on for the drive, grabbing everything I needed before I walked out to my early graduation gift.

  Perry bought me a brand-new Lexus LX, telling me how proud he was that I’d kept my grades high through all the years in school, something that he was worried about after I lost my parents. He’d seen to it that I got the best grief counseling there was and told me to talk to him whenever I wanted.

  I didn’t ask him about the things that I’d go to Mom about. I was an only child since she suffered an accident after my birth that prevented her from having more children. I knew that they could have adopted a child, but Mom always told me what a great little family we were, able to travel and see the world when I was young. I went to all the kid-friendly places from the time I turned four, in the states or otherwise. My father worked hard as a psychologist and wanted to show me various cultures, places and for me to have an open mind about life in general.

  I wondered what his advice would be to me as a patient that just lost her entire family sometimes. The therapist that I did get worked through all my emotions but didn’t tell me to repress them. She wanted me to feel grief, anger, sadness, and anything else that came along and acknowledge that. It was the only way to move forward.

  I joined a gym in my teens, finding that exercise helped me immensely during my bad times. Perry found the best one in that case as well. He always took such good care of me. He did everything that my parents would and more, slowly showing me that he was there for me until the end. There would always be a part of me that feared him dying or leaving me, but Perry took the time to prove to me that he had no intentions of that.