Double Score

I felt my cock twitch, straining in my jeans. I wanted to touch her again. I wanted to run my hands over her entire body. I wanted to do things to her no man had ever done.

“I think you're proud of your reputation.” She settled into her seat, crossing her arms. “You think it's some kind of badge of honor, don’t you?”

I shrugged, wondering how much she liked that side of me. Did I turn her on? “I live life to the fullest, darlin'. I like to have a good time.”

“Then why would you sign up for something like this? All eyes are going to be on us this entire season. Is that something you really want? Do you want to be tied to one woman for months?”

Did I do dare tell her the truth? Did I tell her I didn't care about the press or headlines? I cared about the Warriors making money, and I cared about fucking her so the only thing she remembered was me being deep inside her.

“Dylan?”

“I want you this season. That's what I want.” My eyes locked on hers, watching her breasts rise and fall with heavy breath.

She wanted it too. I could see it in her eyes. They glistened and sparkled. A shimmery blue that would take most men to their knees.

She still hadn’t found words. I could tell she was struggling to speak. “Maybe we should have a meeting with Steve.”

“I think we need to leave Steve out of this.”

I placed one foot on the floor and then the other, bringing my body over hers. My hands landed on the armrests of her chair, keeping her between my legs. She looked up, her eyes flickering with desire.

“I think it's time you realize who is gonna make the rules this season.”

“And who is that?” she whispered.

“Me.”

13

Vanessa

I felt desperate. I felt like things were out of control, and I had no way of getting them back to center. Between Isaac and Dylan I didn't have a hold on reality. Owning the Warriors was overwhelming enough. Throwing them into the mix complicated my world to an inexplicable level.

It was late by the time I pulled up to the gate at the ranch. The guard waved me past him, and I drove through the iron gates with the large W for Warriors emblazoned into the center.

If it hadn’t been for Candy I wouldn't have eaten again today. She made another lunch run for me, worried I wouldn't be able to make out of the office between all the meetings.

I wanted a glass of wine and a hot shower. I drove past the fountain, illuminated from below with lights. It was one of my favorite pieces on the property. As I drove past the main house I glanced up at the upstairs bedroom windows. The lights were still on. I made a quick U-turn and parked the car in the circle drive.

Gretchen greeted me at the door. “Hi, Vanessa. Are you here to see your grandmother?”

“I know it’s late, but I saw her light is still on. I think I’ll just go upstairs and say good night.”

My grandparents’ housekeeper closed the door behind me as I marched up the staircase.

It had been several years since I’d lived in the main house. I owned one of the buildings a quarter of a mile from this part of the estate. It was close enough that I was inside the property’s fence line and could enjoy the security perks. But I had my own space and privacy.

“Grammy,” I called, running up the rest of the stairs. “It’s me.”

Her bedroom door opened. She was wearing a set of Warriors PJs.

“What are you doing here so late?”

I sighed. “I’m just getting home from work. I thought I’d stop in.” I gave her a gentle squeeze.

“You were at the office this late?

I nodded. “Yes. I can't seem to get out of all the meetings.”