Double Score

“No shit,” I answered. I didn’t want memorials. I wanted to play football. I’d be happy as soon as the whistle blew.

32

Vanessa

It was hard to believe we were two months into the season. Out of seven games we had lost two. I knew Dylan and Isaac were pissed about those two losses, but I couldn’t believe the season was going as well as it was.

Team moral was up. It might have had something to do with the contract I signed to break ground on the new indoor training facility. I was embarrassed it hadn’t been built before now.

The press followed me wherever I went. It seemed as if there should have been more news to cover in Austin other than how I was planning my wedding, or expanding the franchise’s structures, but I was in some kind of new romance with the press.

Charlie assured me it was better this way. It was the good kind of attention. The kind the Warriors needed.

It was Sunday. Game day. Game eight.

I loved waking up in Isaac’s king bed.

“Good morning, baby.” He kissed the back of my neck. I was wearing a Warriors T-shirt and no panties.

“Good morning.” I smiled.

Dylan was in the shower.

He liked to get to the stadium earlier than everyone else. It was the only time he seemed to be intensely focused. He was having an incredible season. They both were.

Isaac’s hands snaked up my stomach, pushing the T-shirt over my breasts. The fabric made my nipples tingle as it edged over them.

“Mmm,” I moaned.

He tucked me under him, pinning my arms over my head as he nudged my knees wide and nestled between my legs.

He kissed my throat, making my body wake up with each of his kisses.

“So fucking sexy in the morning,” he groaned.

“So are you.” I looked in his eyes.

He laughed. “And you’re cute.”

He leaned over to the bedside table, flipping a condom between his fingers. I whimpered, wanting him. He couldn’t get it on fast enough.

He pushed into me, slamming hard with all his weight.

“Oh Isaac,” I moaned.

I loved sex with him. I loved sex with Dylan. Both. It was all different and special. On our own we could explore our bodies in ways we couldn’t all together. I had the best of all worlds. I knew how insanely lucky I was as he rocked into me, thrusting his solid cock inside me.

“I love fucking you, Vanessa.”

I nodded, my eyes closing sleepily. “Yes. Fuck me, please.”

The sweat began to drip down his chest as he pumped harder and faster. His rough hands palmed my breasts before twisting my nipples between his fingers.

“Ohh,” I shot forward. They’d never felt so sensitive before. So on fire.

“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he growled, grabbing my ass and pulling me toward him. “I need you on your knees now.”

I nodded. “Oh yes.”