Hard & Deep: A Football Romance

He stepped down from the table and slipped off his pants, releasing his shaft. Now naked, Oliver resumed his position over Elsie. He held her legs up, draping her knees over his shoulders. The head of his cock hovered just outside of her opening.

“Do it,” she whispered. “Take me, Oliver. Take me.”

Oliver clenched his jaw and slowly bucked his hips forward, pressing toward her. Elsie moaned, as his crown touched her entrance.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked. His blue eyes met hers and his pupils dilated. His fingers tightened against her skin.

She reached forward, grabbing Oliver's hips. She looked him in the eyes and whispered, “Yes.”

“The weather outside remains dangerous, so stay inside your homes,” Ollie informed her.

Elsie sat straight up and looked at him. “What?”

“Lows today will be around five degrees with a high of only twenty-seven,” he replied smoothly, looking her directly in they eyes as his fingers caressed her skin. “Tomorrow is looking slightly more sunny, with highs in the thirties. This is Iowa radio at six in the morning.”

Elsie blinked hard, not understanding what in the world was going on. When she opened them again, Ollie was gone. She slowly sat up, expecting to see the workout equipment surrounding her and the massage table underneath her. But she wasn't downstairs in the clinic. She was still in her bed.

What the hell? She thought, looking around her room. Beside her the alarm on her radio continued to describe the top news stories of the day. She hit the off button with a little more force than was necessary.

Elsie threw the covers off of her. She was breathing hard and a layer of sweat covered her skin. Her body tingled and it felt like she'd just had an orgasm.

“It was a dream?” she said out loud. “Oh my God.”

She glanced out of her bedroom window to see that the storm was still raging outside. The house was silent besides the wind. There was no rumbling of an engine or a knocking on the door. Oliver hadn't shown up to the clinic in the middle of the night in a snow storm. She should have known that it was just a dream.

It had been one of those dreams that was so intricate in detail that it felt more like a memory than a figment of her imagination. She could still taste his kiss and smell his cologne. She could still feel the sensation of him pressed against her and her fingertips still tickled from touching his beard stubble. It had seemed so real. A part of her wished that she could fall back asleep so they could finish what they'd started.

This is going too far, she thought, as she went to the bathroom to splash some cold water on her face. I can't allow myself to think of Oliver this way. It's a level of unprofessional that I didn't think I was capable of. I'm having dreams of him now? This is insane. I'm insane.

After a few minutes of pacing around, and even taking a second to go downstairs to make sure that she actually had been dreaming, she finally crawled back in bed. But as she tried to force herself back to sleep, the image of Oliver's naked body stayed at the forefront of her mind. It tempted her, making her want to peel her panties off and touch herself. But she refused. She couldn't let that happen. She had to ignore these feelings before they got the best of her.

“What am I going to do?” she asked the empty room. She knew the answer. She was going to ignore these feelings completely. She was going to stay professional and not give into her body's urges. She would just pretend that Ollie was married. And gay. And diseased. And actually a swamp monster in disguise.

She took a deep breath in and out knowing that it wasn't going to be easy. She pushed a lock of sweat-soaked hair off her temple and remembered just how good the dream had been.

It was going to be a rough couple of weeks

Chapter 12

Ollie

Several weeks later

Mid-May

Spring had finally come. There was still snow on the ground surrounding the cabin, but it was beginning to melt. Water poured out of the gutters, splashing into mud puddles below. Oliver opened the front door, squinting against the bright sunlight that reflected against the remaining snow. He drew in a long breath, letting the crisp and clean air fill his lungs.

The long winter appeared to be over, which had him feeling a bit blue, despite the nice weather. It had been almost twelve weeks since his arrival and soon, he'd be going back home. In fact, he guessed that he only had a few more sessions with Elsie before Coach sent for him. Then it would be time to pack up his bags and head back to California to resume his normal life.

Oliver leaned against the door jam as he gazed across the plains. When he'd first arrived there, he hated it. This little podunk town in the middle of nowhere was the opposite of what he was used to. It was isolated country that offered little to no entertainment. But after three full months, he'd actually begun to really enjoy the quiet and the solitude. It had grown on him and he understood the appeal now and how people could live like that.

I might actually miss this place, he thought with a chuckle.

In his heart, though, he knew that it wasn't really the farmhouse or the surroundings that he was going to miss. It was Elsie. His time with her was almost up. One more physical training session and she'd be able to sign him off to continue recovery on his own.

With a sigh, he turned around and walked back into the cabin, letting the door close behind him. His step was pretty much normal now. The hobbling that he'd once become accustomed to was now nothing more than a bad memory. He was able to walk perfectly and only experienced a tinge of pain if he stayed standing for too long. It was truly a miracle, at least Ollie thought so. And he owed it all to Elsie. Her infinite patience, focus and expertise had given him a distinct advantage in his recovery that he wouldn't have had otherwise.

“I owe her a lot.” Ollie whispered to himself, as he strolled into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.