Loved by the Linebacker (4 page)

He
leans over and his massive upper body envelopes mine. I swallow the lump in my
throat, but when his hand brushes against the edge of my breast as he reaches
for the gallon of orange juice, I think I might orgasm right there.
Dammit,
Gregg, I could have really used you last night.

“Should
I assume you cooking breakfast is out of the option?” Evan asks as he stands up
and leans against the counter.

Slowly,
I straighten up, taking a small breath and turning to face the grinning
asshole. I study his face, trying to figure out what he thinks he knows and
then I remember. Last time Gregg was in town, I was on the road, but he stayed
at my place. I left him a picture of me in a skimpy bikini along with a
blindfold and handcuffs, leaving a note and telling him to think of me. Last
time I checked, it was still in the drawer. Evan must’ve looked in the
nightstand drawer and now he thinks he has something on me. Fine, two can play
at this game.

“How
do you like your eggs?”

“Hard,”
he says with a grin and I see his boxers twitch.

Smirking,
I walk past him,
accidentally
bumping him and he lets out a small moan.
I glance over my shoulder when I answer. “You’ll have to settle for scrambled.”
I bend over in front of him to get the skillet and I hear him suck in his
breath.

“Need
any help?” Evan is behind me again, tempting me as he pushes against my body,
his fingers gripping my waist.

Not
to be outdone, I slide my hips back and forth, teasing him as I shake my head.
He doesn’t hold back as he moans, but he surprises me when he lifts me up and
sets me on the counter. My heart races with excitement, although the one brain
cell that is thinking logically tells me to stop this right now.

Evan
places his hands on either side of my hips and leans forward, his face just
inches away from mine. “I know your secret, Camila,” he says in a low growl.

My
stomach drops and the lump reappears in my throat. His hand slips to my thigh,
covering it completely. If my legs were slightly open, he could easily tell how
turned on I am. His hand travels north, over my shirt where he grabs my breast
and squeezes. I have to bite my lip to keep my moan from slipping out. Slowly,
his hand moves to my neck and he brushes his thumb across my cheek.

“I
saw what was in the guest room drawer. You’re a naughty little girl, Camila
Lemos.”

Relief
washes through me when he reveals we’re not thinking about the same secret. I
slide my hand to his engorged manhood and clutch it the same way he did my
breast, using my nails when I do. He gasps at my touch and my lips turn into a
smirk. Leaning in so that our lips are almost touching, I whisper, “It’s the
guest room, Evan, I haven’t been in there since I moved in.” It’s a lie, but he
doesn’t know that. I tighten my fingers around him as I add, “You know nothing
about me.”

Deliberately,
I release his throbbing member one finger at a time and lean back. His hands
move to the counter and he hangs his head, breathing hard as he does. He takes
a moment to regain his composure before he looks up at me.

“Fair
enough,” he says and moves his hands. He takes a step back and I slide off the
counter, but he doesn’t give me enough space so our chests are still touching.
Taking a different approach, he gently runs his fingers through my hair. “Maybe
I had the wrong idea, Cami, but don’t tell me that you aren’t attracted to me.”

He
has no idea, but if he keeps up this sweetsy act, I’ll have no problem at all
turning him down. And I thought being attracted to assholes was a bad thing...

Chapter 6

Evan

“Ha, ha, ha,” I chuckle, trying not to be too
obvious that I’m faking it. Internally, I’m wanting to slit my wrists right
now. Instead, I stay on my best behavior like Camila asked.

The flight to Colorado was actually enjoyable.
Neither of us mentioned the kitchen incident and we chatted, not just about
work, but about each other. I was shocked to find out we have more in common
than I realized and it was nice to get to know the real Camila, not the one on
display like right now when she’s working.

With my hand on her lower back, I gently apply
pressure, trying to give her the hint that I’m ready to move on. Her dark eyes
look up at me and a real smile comes to my face as I see a hint of the
happiness in her eyes that I’ve only seen in pictures. Turning back to the
group of owners and coaches we were chatting with, she shakes each of their
hands as she announces, “It’s been great catching up with everyone. Evan is
excited about the possibilities that are out there.”

Camila’s wearing tight black pants that stretch
over her amazing ass, a long sleeve lime green thermal shirt, and a knit,
feather down vest that’s unzipped to her chest giving enough of a view to
wonder what she’s wearing underneath. I’m too busy letting my hand wander past
her back to the spandex fabric of her pants to notice when she speaks until she
elbows me in the stomach. Catching the last part of her comment, I nod in
agreeance.

“Camila, my team and I would love for you to join
us for dinner,” Walter Feiser, owner of the Chicago Lancers, offers.

Smiling politely, she nods. “I’d love that.”

While they work out the details, I look around the
stadium. Crazy how a year can make such a difference. This time last year, I was
sprinting my ass off, jumping as far as I could, and just praying that I’d made
the cut. It was the first time I’d met Camila, but I still remember her selling
me to the coaches as she rattled off my stats and honors. Even if Blake hadn’t
insisted I use her, she still would’ve been my number one choice of an agent,
even being a woman. She honestly is the best in the field, but there’s no need
to tell her that.

I feel her move away from my hand as she steps
forward, kissing Mr. Feiser on the cheek then she reaches back and takes my
hand. I squeeze it tightly, my pulse picks up the pace and I wonder if this is
what it feels like to walk hand in hand with a girlfriend, something I’ve never
experienced. Quickly, that thought is pushed away as we enter the corridor and
Camila drops my hand. Ahead of us, my brother is calling out to her.

“Good timing,” she mutters to Blake, punching him
in the arm.

“You’re an expert staller,” he says back, kissing
her cheek.

Catching up to them, I ask, “What the hell are you
two talking about?”

They quickly exchange a glance, letting me know
they’re obviously hiding something. Camila pats my chest, splitting her
attention between us and making my pulse race again. “Blake was just trying to
avoid running into an old coach,” she says, but I’m not buying the bullshit.
Turning back to my brother, she lifts her fingers up and down on my chest
again. “You should have seen your little brother in there. He was great, might
even have a couple new teams interested,” she brags and a sense of pride rolls
through me, not just at her words, but because they came from her.

Blake punches me in the arm. “Good job, Ev.”

Camila glances at her phone and takes a step away
from us. “I’ll catch up with you all later,” she says and heads outside to hail
a cab.

I watch until she’s safely in a taxi and then turn
back to Blake. “I’m on my best behavior, but I don’t want to go to another
fuckin’ team.”

Blake laughs as he throws his arm around me,
pulling me to him. “Camila knows what she’s doing, you just have to trust her.
Now, let’s go grab something to eat, I’m starving.”

Walking outside, we make our way to Blake’s rental
SUV. I get inside but don’t look at my brother when trying to be as casual as
possible I ask, “What about Cami?”

Blake chuckles as he turns on the engine. “Better
not let her hear you call her that. I think she has dinner plans.”

Feiser, that’s right. Blake pulls out of the
parking lot and I glance over at him. “What’s the most serious relationship
you’ve ever been in?”

Blake gives me a sideways glance. “Why?”

“Fuck,” I mutter. “Do you and Camila ever answer a
question without a question? I’ve just never seen you bring any chick around
besides her.”

“We’re not—”

“Fuck, I know, you’re just friends. Geez, just
answer the question. Have you ever been in a relationship with a woman for more
than just sex?”

“Yeah,” Blake answers, staring at the road, his
knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel. Obviously, he’s not
going to divulge any more information. “You feeling a girl that way?”

I shrug and stare at the passing snow on the side
of the road. Why does Camila Lemos have to be so tempting? Sure, I want to get
her in bed, but am I really thinking there could be more than that?

Camila

Green light! Thank god, I’m exhausted. I pull my
key card out of my hotel door and let myself in. The chatter of sportscasters
discussing baseball spring training on the television greet me and when I turn
the corner, there’s a six-foot baseball stud fast asleep on my bed. Gregg
Turner—a surfer boy turned pitching coach when he threw out his left shoulder
and never fully recovered. He’s almost forty, over ten years older than me, and
the first time we met, we immediately connected. After months of cat and mouse
and schedules that never crossed paths, we finally said screw it and slept
together without even an official first date. Two years later and things
haven’t changed much and we’re both content with our relationship.

I unzip my vest and drop it to the floor then
slowly crawl over him, unzipping his jeans as I do. I need a distraction, to
get my thoughts off the man I’ve just spent the past ten hours with. Evan is
doing everything perfectly and it’s pissing me off. As much as it makes my life
easier if he just follows my directions, I want the challenge of him running
his mouth and tempting me with his efforts to get me in his bed. I’ll never
fall for it, but it’s something new and different and it turns me on more than
I want to admit.

The zipper is barely down when Gregg’s strong hand
is in my hair. “Mmm, Cam, miss me?”

I glance up at him as I pull out his manhood,
stroking lightly. “Nah, just need to get laid.”

Laughing, Gregg sits up and pulls me to him. His
fingers move to my hair as our lips touch and we exchange a needy kiss. My hips
rub against him as our tongues roll over one another’s. Gregg breaks the kiss
and looks at me. “Need to get laid, eh?”

I nod, my hips still moving against him. “It’s
been a long couple of weeks and someone ditched me on Valentine’s Day.”

“Sorry, babe,” he says and kisses me softly. “One
of our pitchers got in trouble and they needed me to come down early. I promise
I’ll make it up to you.”

I glance over at the clock and stand up. “Good,
but it’ll have to be later. We have dinner in an hour with Feiser and his guys
from the Lancers.”

Gregg swings his feet off the bed and moves his
legs so I’m between them. He pushes my shirt up so my tummy is exposed then his
fingers are in my waistband, tugging my pants down. His lips skim over my belly
button and my fingers pull through his blond, slightly receding hairline. It
only takes a minute for him to have us both completely naked and in the shower.

Standing under the warm stream of water, my back
pressed against his chest, his hands roam over my body. I close my eyes, trying
to relax, but Evan immediately comes to mind. I can still recall feeling his
hard on against my thigh from the day in the kitchen. I’d be lying if I didn’t
admit that I want to feel it again, but this time with nothing over it.

“Damn, Cam, what’s got you so excited?” Gregg asks
as he removes his hand from between my legs.

I feel my cheeks heat up, but I turn my head and
kiss him. “You,” I lie and Gregg laughs.

He spins me around to face him. “As much as I
would love to believe that, I know you too well, Camila. Who is he?”

Even as he asks, his hands slide over my ass and
he holds me against him, his erection digging into my stomach. I know our
relationship is odd, but it’s how we work. We’re great friends, know each other
inside and out, literally, but neither of us want more than what we have. No
flowers, no anniversaries, no fighting, just fun and friendship.

I sigh. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

Gregg cocks his eyebrow. “Oh? Now I’m intrigued.”

I laugh and move my arms around his neck, lifting
my legs around his waist. “Not now, okay?”

He nods and slips inside me. I close my eyes and
lean my head back, letting the water cascade over our bodies. As he hits my
sweet spot, I let out a moan, not holding back because that’s all I’ve been
doing since the Super Bowl. Gregg continues pumping into me and eventually I
feel my release, my body shuddering as I orgasm. Thank god, now I’ll be able to
get through contract negotiations without Evan Purser enticing me.

Quickly, we finish our shower and I get dressed as
fast as possible so we’re not late for dinner. I pull on a black blazer over my
beige mini dress and black leggings. I slip on my ankle boots then finish
adding my earrings and a ring when I hear a knock at the door. Gregg gets up to
answer it while I put the back on my earring.

“Can I help you?” I hear Gregg ask. I can’t make
out the voice on the other side of the door. Walking out of the bathroom, I
stop dead in my tracks when I see Evan standing outside my room. Our eyes lock
and I see fury jump in his eyes. He shakes his head and storms down the hall.

I move quickly around Gregg and chase after Evan.
“Evan…Evan…Evan, wait!” I call after him.

He reels around, taking me by surprise and when he
takes a side step, I’m pinned against the wall. “You’re a fuckin’ tease, Cami,”
he hisses at me through his teeth.

My stomach twists at his words and my hands move
to his chest, nervously fidgeting with the button on his shirt. “Gregg and I
aren’t dating… it’s not like that, we’re just…” Well, how do you say you’re
just screwing someone without making it sound awful? Besides, why do I feel the
need to justify any of this to him? Any other client and this would be a
non-issue.

“You’re just what, Camila?”

I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.
Pull
it together, Camila!
Evan’s face slides into a grin and his finger slides
down my dress, between my breasts. He stares into my eyes when he speaks.

“You pride yourself on being professional. You
refuse to sleep with your clients so people won’t think you use sex to get
ahead, but look at yourself, that’s all you do.” His hand moves to my ass and
he squeezes it. “Your perky ass in your too-tight jeans, your tits hanging out
in every outfit you wear, your kissing up, literally, to every coach, player, and
owner in the leagues. Camila, all you’ve got is your sex appeal, without it,
you’d just be another asshole male sports agent.”

Now I’m pissed. Forget what he thinks about Gregg
and me, I don’t care. My fingers move off the buttons of his shirt and I grip
the material in my fist, pulling him to me. “Don’t for one second think that’s
all I am. I know this industry better than anyone in it. If you don’t like
being represented by the best agent in the profession, then go find another
one.” As I finish my statement, I shove him away from me and slip out from
under his arm, walking back toward my room.

Behind me, Evan is chuckling, but I keep walking
until I feel his hand on my waist. He pulls me back against him and leans down,
whispering in my ear, “Have fun with your fuck buddy tonight, Cami. Too bad we
both know that you’ll only be thinking about me.”

My pulse races and he’s right, that’s all I was
thinking about earlier when I was with Gregg. Evan’s lips press against my
neck, directly below my ear and I suck in my breath. Then he walks away, still
laughing. Straight ahead of me is Gregg who is doing the same thing.

Making my way to him, I narrow my eyes. “What are
you laughing at?”

Gregg takes my hand, leading us to the elevator,
still chuckling. “You’re right,” he says and looks at me as we step onto the
elevator and the door closes. “I never thought it would be one of the Purser
brothers that had your panties in a wad, especially not that one.”

I close my eyes and shriek, stomping my foot on
the ground. Evan Purser is having far more effect on my panties then he should
and it ends now.