by Eva Luxe
I could make myself last for a while if I wanted to, but this wasn’t about taking my time. This was about a quick fuck-and-release. I had to remind myself of that fact, because this was so good I found myself wanting more, which is unlike me.
I felt her pussy clamp down on me, as if wanting to help me along with my own orgasm. There was no need for that, although it was a welcome addition to the pleasure I was experiencing. I felt a twinge in my balls and I stuck a finger up her ass, which seemed to surprise her even more than the spankings did.
“Oh,” she said, and the innocent little way it came out made my cock pulse and throb even more inside her.
The tone of her voice contained a confession. She wasn’t used to this. Bathroom sex with random strangers, I mean. And she probably wasn’t used to a lover who knew how to give her body what it didn’t even know it wanted or needed. She’d never been with a man like me before. And, from the sound of her “oh” at the way I was exploring her asshole, I didn’t think she’d been with many at all.
I couldn’t hold back. That fucking innocent little tone of hers made me come. She rested her head on my shoulder and I took a little bite of her neck, claiming her once again. A moment later, I released inside her, pumping into the condom.
She made another small sound, suddenly rather quiet after all her dirty talk. I slid off the condom and threw it in one of the sanitary bins.
I had to duck back into the stall to do so. That was fine by me, so I wouldn’t see her naked, fucking gorgeous body.
I was doing my best not to look at her, because I suddenly felt vulnerable, and I hate being fucking vulnerable with a woman. I knew what they did to you when you opened yourself up to them. And I refused to ever have that done to me again.
I was afraid that if I looked at her, I wouldn’t want to stop. I’d want to keep my eyes on her until I got hard again, and fuck her all over again. And again and again and again.
Fuck, Jacob. Pull yourself together.
Maybe I was having these thoughts because she wasn’t really just a random stranger I was hooking up, I thought. I had known her before. We had a prior connection. But damn , that sex was hot. Perhaps it was just making me a bit discombobulated.
When I stepped out of the cubicle again, her tits were tucked in under her bra and shirt, and she was working her skirt over her big, fine ass. She fluffed her hair in the mirror, applied an extra layer of lipstick, which reminded me that I had kissed her while I was fucking her— fuck, I never do that— and turned to me with a smile.
I was half wonder whether she was going to ask me for my autograph, like the last girl I was with. For some reason, I would be offended.
She didn’t though. She smiled and said, “I’m going to fix myself up a bit more, if you’d like to head out, don’t wait on me.”
“Sure thing,” I told her. “Thanks for the fun.”
“You’re welcome,” she shrugged, as if it was no big deal.
Woah .
This girl- turned- woman had gotten what she wanted out of me, and was ushering me out. I wasn’t used to that—it was usually the other way around.
That must be why I still want her again, I thought, as I snuck out the door. It has to be human nature to want something you can’t have, and she’s sure not acting like I could have her again. I mean, in actuality, it wouldn’t be a good idea.
Her brother Kyle was not found of me. He wouldn’t be happy at all to hear about our little escapade. Therefore, this was a forbidden thing that just seemed hotter than it was, because it was taboo.
Sure, that’s it , I laughed at myself, as I left Kina in the bathroom and behind me for good. It’s not that that girl from way back when is now the hottest you’d ever seen, or that the sex was the most amazing you’d ever have. It’s not that you’ll miss her cute face, curvy body or tight pussy.
Keep on telling yourself that until you fucking believe it, Jacob. Or at least until you can forget about that strange feeling you got while you were inside her. That feeling that was much like the one you never wanted to feel again, but somehow, even stronger.
Chapter 4
Kina
I was back at work, after having confessed my crazy night over the weekend to Lacey. Now that had been an interesting conversation.
“You’re kidding me!” she’d exclaimed. “This was Hanson’s friend? Someone on his team?”
“Not that I know of,” I told her. “I think he plays for a team in Texas. I kind of purposefully didn’t ask much about him, though, so I don’t know what he was doing in town, or how he knows Hanson. I just know he was hot, and I decided I wanted to have a random crazy hook up with him, so I did. And apparently you’re not allowed to call me a slut for it anymore, according to Tess. This is the twenty teens and we’ve progressed past slut shaming.”
“I would never ,” Lacey insisted. “Just because I got married doesn’t mean I’m some judgmental prude. I think it’s awesome that you knew what you want and went for it. I just can’t believe it was with Kyle’s old friend! How is that going to go down?”
“I hope it doesn’t ,” I told her. “Jacob and I promised we wouldn’t tell anyone. Well, you don’t count, of course.”
“Of course.”
“I mean, you do count as someone, of course,” I clarified, as both of us laughed “And you count as someone who is privy to my deepest, darkest secrets, so, you don’t count when it comes to the pact I made with Jacob, which is what happens at the sports bar stays at the sports bar.”
“Well, I’m going to ask Hanson what’s up with Jacob,” she said. “I’ll find out why he’s in town for you. And maybe for how long. So you can do it again maybe.”
“No, don’t ,” I insist. “I mean, my libido appreciates it…”
The thought of the chance to be with Jacob again lodged itself in my mind despite my strong desire to kick it out of there. I knew I couldn’t be with him again but part of me didn’t want to accept that.
“I mean, I don’t want there to be rumors and gossip and stuff.”
“Oh, Hanson wouldn’t say anything,” Lacey rushed to say, and I jumped in to clarify.
“I know,” I told her. “I’m sure he knows how to keep a secret. Look at everything that happened with the two of you.”
She laughed.
“But I just want to keep it a dark secret, in the past,” I insisted. “I don’t want it being brought up back into the present. It was perfect like it was, but it would be a mistake to drag it on.”
“Okay, whatever you say,” Lacey said, as I tried my best to convince myself of what I was telling her.
And now it was time to stop thinking about all of that and focus on work. Lacey and I had studied the same major, public relations, and we went into the field at the same time once we graduated. She had shot to the top straight away, working with celebrities and really making a name for herself, but I didn’t walk that road. Instead, I had become a PR manager for regular business folk, doing what they needed from me and flying beneath the radar.
I didn’t mind because I liked my job. I liked working with people, and I preferred staying behind the scenes. The people I worked with had to do the press releases, the public appearances, and all that jazz. I told them what to do to hone their images but otherwise I blended into the background.
“Hey.” Peter stopped at my desk on his way from the copy room. “Carlson wants to see you.”
I nodded. “Thanks.”
I got up and walked to Mike Carlson’s office. I’d worked for Carlson from the start, and he was a good boss.
“Sit down, Kina,” he said when I walked into his office. “I have a new project for you.”
I sat down and looked at him eagerly. I liked getting new clients. I liked starting with someone from scratch and building something great.
Carlson handed me a file. “I don’t know if you’ve heard of the Florida Sharks,” he said.
I frowned. Of course, I knew what they were.
My best friend had married the star quarterback. But, even more so, they were an NFL team, and the local one at that. And I had just had bathroom sex with a pro football player.
Never mind that , I told myself.
I was miffed that Carlson assumed I wouldn’t know about football. Probably because I was a girl. But, whatever. My job was to know about a lot of different things.
“It’s a football team,” I said.
Carlson nodded. “One of the new players needs a little help.”
I usually got businesses that needed help, not football teams. Not celebrities.
“Why did I get this?” I asked.
“Because you’ve been working hard, and you deserve it,” Carlson said.
I looked up at him. If it was a football player, it was a very high-profile client. This was like getting a raise.
“Thank you, sir,” I said.
Carlson nodded at me, flashing a smile before turning back to his work. I got up, knowing I’d been dismissed. I clutched the file to my chest as I walked back to my desk.
Oh. My. God. This was my first famous client. Ever.
As soon as I sat down, I opened the file. I was so excited. I had never gotten someone this big. Lacey had gotten some big, famous people everyone knew about, and this was my turn. I had gotten …
Jacob Lawson.
Oh, God.
Could it really be? How could fate be so twisted? Jacob played for the Sharks? And I was just assigned to work with him?
Before I could process it, Carlson cleared his throat and said, “Kina? Is this okay? I know it’s a big assignment and might seem overwhelming, but I also figured you would want it and could handle it…”
“Yes,” I said, rushing in to reassure him that he had made the right decision. “I do want it. I can handle it.”
I’m not sure if I can handle Jacob , I admitted to myself, if handle him means be around him and not want a repeat of the other night.
But, I was going to have to try. It would be pretty hard to work with Jacob, not only because he had been my brother’s best friend but also because I had just fucked him in a bathroom stall and I couldn’t get him out of my mind.
It was just my luck that he was the first famous person I was assigned to help. But, I had a job to do, and I was going to do it well.
“Good,” said Carlson, as he left. “I’m glad to hear it.”
I paged through the photos, trying to calm down my racing heart. There was Jacob, looking the same as he had last night but very different from in high school, since he had changed a lot since then. He’d about tripled in size, and in a good way. He’d cut his blond hair short, and it made his blue eyes stand out so much more. He had all those tattoos. My mind drifted off, remembering the way my fingers had traced them on his chest as he’d fucked me.
I willed my mind to stare back at the photographs in front of me and get into the present instead of the past. He had a cocky attitude, like he thought he was God’s gift to mankind. That hadn’t really changed, come to think of it.
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to concentrate on my job, and on doing the same thing I would do with any other client. I asked Trish, our secretary, to call Jacob and find out when he was available to come in for a meeting.
“He said he’s available now,” she said, after calling him. “He’ll be here in less than an hour.”
Oh, wow .
I was going to be face to face with Jacob Lawson once again. A lot sooner than I was anticipating.
Chapter 5
Kina
I met Jacob at one of the meeting rooms in our offices.
When he walked through the door, his presence spilled into the room before him. It filled the room, pushing into the corners until the room was so full of him.
He looked as surprised as I had been, to find out I was his PR manager.
“What the hell?” he asked, his handsome eyes wide with surprise. “Is this for real?”
“I know,” I said, shaking my head to let him know it was crazy to me too. “I couldn’t believe it either. But this is my job, so…”
He nodded solemnly, which reassured me. He seemed to know that it was important to stay professional. I appreciated him for that. And then I realized that he was probably embarrassed too, due to the nature of needing a PR manager, and then finding out it was me.
He sat down across the corner from me, and I could smell his cologne. I struggled to think straight.
“So, Ms. Kina Peterson,” he said when he sat down. “You’re the one assigned to clean up my image.
I nodded. “Yep, that’s me. I’m your new PR manager.”
I looked up at him. His haircut really did make his eyes stand out. They were a bright blue, the color of fall skies.
He smiled at me, and it was a smile that changed his face completely, turning him from roguishly handsome to drop dead gorgeous.
“Well, let’s get started then,” he said, resolutely. I appreciated his strength in this crazy situation. “What all does this entail? You know that I’m not really here of my own free will. It’s kind of a condition of my continuing to play. So, you tell me what I need to do, and I’ll do it.”
I looked at his file again. He was making me feel unbalanced. I couldn’t believe that the guy I slept with was not only my brother’s best friend but also my very first famous client, a football player. But in this case, he was more like infamous.
“Let’s talk about the charges,” I said.
Jacob swallowed, his eyes sliding away from me. He didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t blame him. Assault charges were a big deal.
“It was a misunderstanding,” he said.
I nodded. “I gather it was. I read the reports.”
He didn’t answer me. When his face was this serious, he looked completely different. He looked less like the kid I’d seen before and more like the player who had been in the news a while ago.
“Look,” he said. “I know that it was wrong. I feel like shit about it. I’m ready for a better image. Things just keep going wrong for me, and I just want the press to calm down and let me carry on with my life now.”
I nodded, still looking at his file. I could imagine what it had to be like to be in the press this much. A lot of my clients had been in the news frequently, but it was different for the celebrities.
“It will come,” I said. “We just need to work at it, and in time, everything will change.”
He smiled when I said it and that carefree look was back. When he smiled, his eyes were almost cerulean. They were so striking.
“I’m looking forward to working together,” Jacob said, his smile unnerving me. I smiled back at him.
“I look forward to it, too, Jacob.”
My phone beeped on the table, and I glanced at it. I would have ignored it—I was in a meeting, after all—but Jacob’s name had popped up on the screen. I frowned and lifted the phone.
I followed the tabloids and a new post had just popped up.
“Excuse me,” I said and unlocked the screen.
IS JACOB LAWSON SERIOUS ABOUT HIS GAME OR HIS FAME?
I skimmed through an article. It looked like some small blogger was bragging about sleeping with Jacob. She had a scanned copy of his autograph.
I sighed.
Don’t take this personally, I told myself. Stay professional .
He was obviously a player. I knew this from the beginning. It was just a fun one night stand that meant nothing. So why did it hurt so much to be looking at a picture of him and another girl?
Chapter 6
Kina
“Did you get into any trouble, lately?” I asked Jacob, holding my breath to find out what he was going to tell me. He’d better not lie. Or try to say I meant something special, or something cheesy like that.
Jacob shook his head. “I wasn’t fighting or anything, if that’s what you mean. It’s part of my contract with the Sharks. If I fight, they can suspend my contract with them.”
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nbsp; I shook my head. “I mean with women.”
His face paled just a little. If I hadn’t been watching him this intently, I would have missed it.
“Other women besides…” he asked, trailing off.
“Yes,” I told him.
Besides me, yes. I wouldn’t be posting pictures of us all over my blog.
“Not really. I mean, I’m not celibate, if that’s what you’re asking.”
My cheeks burned. Clearly, I knew that.
“That’s not what I’m asking.”
I turned the phone so he could see the screen. He frowned and took the phone from me, scrolling through the article.
“Shit,” he breathed.
“If this is going to happen, I’m not taking you on,” I said. “I’m not here for damage control as more incidents pop up. I’m here to fix what’s been broken.”
Jacob sighed, handing the phone back to me. “I understand,” he said. “It wasn’t even about that. I didn’t think she knew who I was until afterward. And this was the night before… you know… just so you know. It was just some stupid hook up. I didn’t think there was anything more to it.”
I was happy to know that this had happened before he met me, even though I knew I had no claim to him. But I was annoyed that he was that promiscuous, to have randomly hooked up with some other girl the night before he had hooked up with me.
I shook my head and decided to focus on the matter at hand. I had to help deal with the fall out of his past stunts, whether or not I personally liked their existence.
“You can’t just go around trusting everyone. They know who you are. All of them. Whether it’s because of the assault or because of football, there are people out there who are going to want a piece of your fame.”
He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his hands on his jeans. They were Levi’s, faded in all the right places. He was nervous about the blog, about what they were saying about him. That was a good sign—if he cared, then we could do something about it.
“So, what are we going to do about this?” he asked, gesturing to the phone.
