Double Score

I’d never felt anything like it. I was sandwiched between the two of them. Dylan’s mouth on my neck. Isaac’s tongue twining with mine, as my orgasm bounced through my body.

With one final thrust Dylan exploded inside me and the three of us collapsed in a heap on the bed.

I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to breathe. I wanted this moment to last forever. I wanted to feel like I did with Dylan inside me and Isaac’s eyes boring into mine.

“You ok, baby?”

I nodded. “I feel incredible.”

He kissed my forehead. “You are incredible.”

“Fuck yeah,” Dylan breathed. “Can we call in sick, boss?” he teased.

I nuzzled into the warmth of Isaac’s hard chest. “I wish we could.”

I didn’t want to face the day. I didn’t want to attend Steve’s stupid press conference. I wanted to spend my day right here. Warm and safe. Protected by two men who had made me feel like the sexiest woman in Texas.

19

Isaac

The fucking world was upside down. I tugged at the white collar on my dress shirt. It was tight. Too damn tight. It was hot in the press room. It didn’t help I had to wear a jacket and a tie. The other guys did too. We were lined up like a bunch of ponies. Part of Steve’s plan to show just how united the team was about this engagement. The chairs were too close together. The rows were spaced far enough apart for guys who were over six feet tall. No one here weighed under 200 pounds, except the kicker. That dude was a shrimp compared to the rest of us.

It was going to be hard to sit here, knowing what I did about Vanessa. It was only one night, but I had a bond with that woman that I didn’t know could exist. We experienced something together that wasn’t grounded in gravity. It wasn’t the kind of thing I could put in words or explain. Not even to my best friend.

The jealous surges I’d had yesterday every time I thought about him being engaged to Vanessa had disappeared overnight. I woke up with her in my arms. The smell of her hair surrounded me. The sound of her whimpers filled my ears. She was mine now. She was ours. Somehow in this twisted scenario it took the competition out of it. Dylan and I shared her this morning and it was the hottest fucking thing I had ever experienced.

Steve walked out from behind the corridor door and tapped the mic. There was a new print of the Warriors logo behind him.

At least they had thought to start with a cleaned-up version of the team.

“Good morning,” he greeted the team and the press.

Coach Applewhite was in the front row. He placed his visor in his lap.

Other than the guys who had attended the auction, the rest of the team didn’t know the plan. It was better that way. They would have to buy into the legitimacy of the relationship just like the fans.

“Thank you for being here.” Steve straightened his tie before he continued.

I couldn’t take my eyes off Vanessa. She wore a pale pink suit. It made her look like a fucking angel. I swallowed hard.

“As you all know, it’s been a rough time for the team. We are still coming to terms with the passing of Mr. McCade. You’ll notice the team uniforms this season will be embroidered with a patch carrying the initials MC. To his friends he was known as Mac. It’s the way his team has decided to honor him as we start the season.” Steve took a sip of water. He looked more nervous than usual. “It’s going to be a tough season without our leader. But, I asked you here today to share some happy news.”

He glanced at Vanessa. “You’ve probably noticed our new owner, Vanessa McCade has joined me, along with star wide receiver Dylan James.”

There was a rumble of questions and speculations that came from the press that flanked us. The cameras were already going off. I didn’t know what kind of hell would break loose when he told them the news.

“Sometimes in tragedy, we find hope.” I had to keep my eyes from rolling in the back of my head. Since when was Steve a fucking poet? “We find comfort and friendship. And you know that’s true with football. This is a family. A place where people lean on each other. Where the Warriors can count on each other. And in this case, tragedy has turned into love.”

I closed my eyes. This bullshit was almost too much for me to take. And I knew what was coming. Dylan had to be sweating bullets up there. If there was one word I knew he never used it was love. He never stuck around long enough to know what it felt like.

“I’m happy today to announce the engagement of Warriors owner, Miss Vanessa McCade to Dylan James.”

Steve grinned, showing off the gap in his teeth. He turned to Vanessa and Dylan. Dylan leaned over, kissing Vanessa and whispering something in her ear.

Her eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on me. I nodded, pressing my gaze into her. I wanted her to keep going. I wanted her to pull this off.

The clicks from the cameras were almost deafening. The reporters ignored that an entire football team was in the center of the room, and rushed to the front tables on the makeshift stage.