Team Tomás (The Saints Team #2) (19 page)

Chapter 33

When I arrived at work on Tuesday morning I was
accosted by both Jim and The Russian... this looked like trouble. Sasha, Kay
and I looked up as the two of them walked into our area and stood with their arms
folded across their chests. It looked pretty funny—The Russian wall and next to
him, Jim, who was thin and five-foot-seven on a good day. I started to laugh.

“Very good job yesterday, Alice,
ladies,” Jim said.

“Thanks boss, it was a good team
effort.” I wondered if this was about me telling his wife that Jim was
completely off the radar for all the office girls, men have delicate egos after
all. “But, I’m sensing something is wrong...”

Kay started giggling at the sight
of them.

The Russian nodded. “I was
upstaged by
Tango
, Alice, that doesn’t usually happen. I’m usually the
star,” he teased with just the hint of humor twitching on his lips.

“You’re calling him
Tango
now?” I winced, knowing he would hate that.

“Yep, new official nickname. Pez
is out,
Tang
o is in,” The Russian confirmed.

I sighed. “Well Russian, if you
had done the solo, if you had done your
Sweet Child of Mine
number or
similar as we begged you too, the audience would have been saying Tomás who? It
was generous of you not to blow him out of the water.”

The Russian took this onboard and
nodded. He was happy to play the martyr.

“I’m that kind of a guy, Alice.”

Sasha laughed and he gave her a
stern look. She tried to turn it into a fake cough as I hid my smile. I looked
to Jim.

“And Jim? An issue?” I asked. I
was ready for this one. I was going to appeal to saving his marriage or
something like that, when he surprised me.

“Maggie, the wife...”

“Oh we met her, she’s lovely,” I
said and Sasha and Kay nodded their agreement.

“She might well be, but now she
wants to go and have tango lessons.”

My mouth fell open. I didn’t see
that coming and I burst out laughing. Everyone joined me.

“Ha ha, yes, very funny,” he said,
and rolled his eyes.

We heard the coffee van arriving.
“Gee, well given you two were so wronged, I guess it is my shout for coffee,” I
said.

The Russian looked at Jim. “That
should go some way to restoring things,” he said.

Jim nodded. I took their orders
and checked if Ed, Kay and Sasha wanted one. Small price to pay for how lucky I
was to work with them and have this job.

*****

When I dropped the coffee in to The Russian I flagged
that Cassie and I were looking for a male housemate for our three-bedroom apartment.
The new tenant would have the room with the ensuite and I mentioned the price.
We were charging them a bit more since they had their own bathroom. The Russian
said he’d pass the word around and I mentioned it had to be someone who was
away a lot preferably.

Word spread fast because just before
training that afternoon around three o’clock, Nik, the Kaiser, made an
appearance in our office. He dropped down into the chair at the front of my
desk and again, Sasha and Kay’s mouths fell open. He was exactly as Mia
described him, gorgeous in all his German glory—six-foot-five, very blond-white
hair cut very short, and the bluest of eyes. He was a perfect German specimen.

“Alice, we met at Lucas’s
pre-season party. I think we had a dance?” He frowned.

“Nik! We did!” I exclaimed. “Have
you met Sasha and Kay?”

Nik rose again and his eyes
widened at Sasha—equally blonde and very alternative.

“Sah…sha and I have spoken many
times on the phone organizing media interviews,” he said. As he moved over to
shake her hand, an electric shock tingled their hands and they both pulled
back.

“Ouch.” Sasha shook her hand and
studied him.

“Sorry, that was quite a zap.” He
smiled and Kay and I exchanged looks. Mm. That’s all I had on that but I’d be
watching Sasha.

He greeted Kay and shook hands
with her, with no zap, and he sat back down in front of my desk, every now and
then glancing over at Sasha and I noticed she was trying really hard not to
glance at him. Mm, interesting.

“You are looking for a housemate?”
he asked. “I’ve got to be out of my place in a week but I just want somewhere
to crash. I don’t have much and I’m not home much.”

“Neither are we,” I said. “Want to
come over and meet Cassie and check it out?”

“Yeah, after training work for
you? Say six o’clock.”

“Great.” I gave him the address
and he thanked me. We all watched as he left, Sasha stretching her neck around
the corner just that little bit further to check out his nice tight butt.

“The Germans have made many great
things,” I said, teasing her.

“Yes the BMW,” she said, her face
a mask of appreciation.

“The airbag I believe,” I added.

“The helicopter,” Kay added.

“Really?” I said, impressed. “A
very talented people.”

I quickly texted Cassie to make
sure she could be there at six and got the affirmative back from her. Never a
dull moment.

*****

Nik arrived a little before six as training finished
early. I let him in, introduced him to Cassie and noticed that she admired his
form as well. God, we were hopeless. She showed him around.

“Alice and I will share this
bathroom and you can have the main room with the ensuite but we’re charging you
a little more for it and you can’t use our bathroom, no boy germs,” she
explained.

He grinned and nodded. He walked
into the room, which currently had Cassie’s stuff in it and through to the
ensuite.

“Yeah this is fine,” he said.
“Bigger than what I’m currently in and half the price.”

Cassie frowned. “Bummer, we should
have charged more,” she teased.

“There’s only one garage, but if
you’ve got a really expensive car you can take it,” I started to say and Nik
cut me off.

“That’s okay, my car is used to
being outside, it’s just a SUV.”

“Do you work as well as play
soccer?” Cassie asked.

“No, but I like something that
fits my surfboard in the back,” Nik said.

“Right. Well want a juice, tea,
beer or wine and we can talk terms and conditions?” I suggested.

“Yeah, I’ll have a beer if you
girls are going to join me?”

“Definitely,” Cassie said and
grabbed a beer for herself and Nik while I helped myself to a glass of wine. We
made ourselves comfortable on the large L-seater.

“Shall I start?” Cassie asked and
we nodded.

“No parties unless we all agree to
hold one,” she said.

“No relatives staying unless we
all approve,” I added.

“No girl underwear and washing
hanging around,” Nik said.

We both looked at him; that was a
new one.

“Fair enough,” Cassie said. “No
eating from each other’s shelves in the cupboard and fridge unless it’s a
communal shop or you’re invited. By the way Ali, sorry, I had to eat some of
your chocolate.” She looked sheepish.

“Had to! I get it,” I said, and
grinned. “I’ve got nothing else unless we should discuss cleaning?”

“I’ll get the cleaning,” Nik said.
We looked at him as though he had just offered to buy us both Mercedes and pay
off our college degrees. He shrugged. “I have a cleaning lady that comes once a
week now. She’s cheap enough, so I’ll just give her this address and if you
have a spare set of keys, she can clean here every Wednesday instead. Okay?”

“Hell yes,” Cassie said.

“But we should put in,” I said,
feeling guilty.

Nik shook his head. “It’s all
good. I suspect I earn a little more than you two and the rent here is less
than I’m paying now. I’ve got it covered.”

“You’re the best.” Cassie grinned
and turned to me. “A man who comes with cleaning!”

I heard the sound of a motorbike
pull up out the front. It couldn’t be—Tomás was supposed to be at the farewell
dinner for Julieta tonight with Valentina and I was doing my best not to think
about it. Moments later I heard a knock at the door. I jumped up to get it and
left Nik and Cassie to finish discussing payment and the move-in date.

I opened the door and Tomás stood
in the doorway, his leather jacket in his hand and helmet in the other.

“Hello
bella
,” he said, and
leaned in to kiss me.

“Hi.” I kissed him back and then
frowned. “Why are you here?”

He looked me over. “I like these
jeans and knit on you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in jeans. Now can you
take them off?” he teased.

“No.” I smiled, and bit my lip.
“Come in.”

“Hey Cass...ee, Kaiser,” he said
greeting the two couch dwellers.

“Hey
Tango
, I didn’t know
you two were together,” Nik said, looking surprised and glancing at both of us.

“Yeah we are,” Tomás said. “So I
heard from Russian that you might be moving in?” He studied Nik while I studied
Tomás. He was getting very territorial.

“Later this week,” Nik said.

“So, which room will be yours?” Tomás
asked. I saw Cassie trying not to smile.

“Ah the main room,” Nik said,
“with the ensuite. Why, did you want to move in?”

“No.” Tomás looked to me. “I’m
just checking up on Al...iss.”

“Did you want a drink?” I asked.

“No, I have to get home for the
... thing.” He shrugged.

“Right, the thing,” I agreed. I
could feel Nik and Cassie watching us.

“So will you still be in the same bedroom?”
he asked me.

I frowned. “Yes ... and Cassie and
I have declared that a girl bathroom.” I pointed to the main bathroom, subtly
assuring Tomás I wouldn’t be naked anywhere near Nik.

“So we were just discussing where
we would hang our washing and underwear,” Nik said and gave me a cheeky grin.

I felt Tomás bristle beside me.

“Don’t be a stirrer, Nik,” Cassie
smiled at him. She turned to Tomás whose eyes had narrowed. “He’s just be
silly, ignore him.”

“So Niklas…” Tomás used Nik’s full
name as though Nik was in trouble. “... you won’t be going anywhere near that
bedroom or bathroom will you? Otherwise, I’ll have to deal with you!” He teased
with a hint of seriousness.

I’d never seen him like this, he
was super possessively weird and I had to stop myself from giggling.

Nik stood and came over to the
kitchen near us. “Nowhere near it at all brother,” he said, assuring him.

“Good.” Tomás nodded, satisfied.

“Unless there is a scream or
something and I have to investigate,” Nik clarified.

“You are a stirrer, stop it,” I
said, and hit Nik on the arm, and nearly broke my hand—the man was all muscle. “Did
you want to mark your scent around my room?” I asked Tomás and I heard Cassie
giggle behind me. Nik crossed his arms and grinned.

“Yes, that would be good, the way
I did around your office,” Tomás said, but I wasn’t sure if he was joking. He
bent slightly, put one arm under my butt and picked me up, pressing me to his
chest, my face was even with his. “Come and see me off.” He gave me a quick
kiss and turned towards the door, still carrying his helmet and jacket and now
me. “Bye Cass...ee ... Kaiser.”

“Bye
Tango
, see you at
training tomorrow,” Nik called.

Tomás grunted a reply—I don’t
think he was keen on his new nickname—and exited down the stairs with me
pressed against him. I began kissing him over his face and he grinned, stopping
when I got to his lips. I teased him with my tongue and then pulled away.

“Sorry, but you have ‘a thing’ to
go to,” I said.

He continued down the stairs and
put me down next to his motorbike.

“Now look what you’ve done,
Al...iss.”

“What, this?” I ran my hand down
the front of his jeans and across his erection.

He moaned and threw a leg over his
bike and adjusted himself.

“That’s going to be a shit trip
home now.” He shuffled, trying to get comfortable.

I grinned. “Well, have a good
night, but not too good.”

He put his jacket on and pulled me
close again.

“Don’t worry.”

I nodded. “It’s not easy.”

“I know. For anyone.” He kissed
me, slipped the helmet on, readjusted himself with a wince and gave me a look
through the visor which said
super uncomfortable.
And then he was gone
to have the last night with her and I had to survive it.

Chapter 34

I had a fitful night, thinking of Tomás with Julieta
and then the next morning before work I went to my hot yoga class since I was
awake so early. When the class finished at seven-thirty, I knew she was
boarding and when I left the apartment at eight-fifteen a.m. to go to work, I
knew she was gone, well I desperately hoped she was gone. I debated whether to
text Tomás to check he was okay or whether to leave it for him to do so. I knew
he would be in some pain seeing her off—it was the end of an era, the end of a
long love and even though he hadn’t had much contact with her for the past
year, she would be emotional.

I was the first at the office; I even
beat Jim in this morning. I decided on a message to text Tomás; something that
didn’t question his actions, or expect any reply, just a statement that
affirmed I was there for him. I wasn’t going to do this by text or phone, but I
felt it was needed.

I texted him: “I love you.”

*****

Tomás texted me back almost immediately. I think my
text might have been what he needed to hear. His text was so sweet.

TOMÁS: I luv U, A. I need to hold
U. Really need U 2night.

Even though there was no training tonight
for the team, Tomás texted he was going to do a few weights in the afternoon with
one of the players I didn’t know very well yet—the midfielder Josh. He’d
mentioned Josh a few times so I suspected they were buddies.

It was a home match weekend so at
work I was busy enough confirming all the usual things—the game photographer,
kids’ entertainment, post-game band to try and keep a few people at the ground
so everyone didn’t try and leave at the same time making for a huge traffic
jam, kids’ soccer display at half-time and the Saints’ mascot—the poor sucker
who wore the Saints’ suit which was a Saint Bernard dog costume in the team’s
jersey.

I clock-watched and planned all
day. Tonight, I was going to wear a dress for quick access—a pale cream dress
that zipped at the back all the way down to my butt and had a flowing skirt. It
had three quarter sleeves and beneath it I had a cream lingerie set I bought
just for the occasion. The dress was demure, the lingerie wasn’t—it was a lace
see through underwire bra with matching cream lace thong. God thongs are
uncomfortable, seriously, would I ever get used to having something stuck
between my butt cheeks? Anyway, I was happy with the selection. I didn’t want
to look too virginal but I didn’t want to look like a tramp either... such a
fine line!

Luckily Jim left early at four
p.m. to go to a marketing networking meeting which meant Kay, Sasha and I could
bolt from the office right on five p.m., and we did. I went home and I had
ninety minutes until I was due at Tomás’s place at six-thirty. I could barely
breathe for the anticipation. Cassie was there when I arrived but she was
heading to Rick’s for the night and I was heading to Tomás’s place. Nik wasn’t
moving in until later in the week, but if he had already, he’d have the place
to himself. This threesome, so to speak, was going to work out well. I wondered
what kind of girls Nik was going to bring home... I was guessing he was into
girls. Mm, good thought, not that I mind having more guys around the place.

Cassie left pretty much right away
and I decided to have a bath and pluck and shave every hair that needed to be
removed from my body. By the time I left at six-fifteen p.m. to head to Tomás’s
large house, I was so clean you could eat from me—and if that was part of the
plan, consider me served.

*****

Valentina’s car was not there when I arrived but Tomás’s
bike was and his level of the house was softly lit. As I pulled up, I saw the
front door open and he headed down the driveway in jeans and a soft black knit
top. .He looked so sexy. Tomás arrived at my car, opening the door for me. As I
stepped out of the car, he picked me up, whirled me around and put me down
before kissing me. Wow, would life always be this good?

“I needed that.” He exhaled,
holding me.

“And here I am to meet that need,”
I teased him.

Tomás released me and after that
greeting, I had to stabilize myself against the car for a moment. He opened my
car’s back door and grabbed by overnight bag. I grabbed tomorrow’s work wear
that was hanging from the back hook.

I followed him in and up the
stairs. He took my items, hung them up and put my bag in the bathroom and then
he pulled me down the hallway to his bedroom. He opened the door and it was
beautiful. I gasped on seeing it—softly lit by candlelight, warm and scented.
He must have engaged Valentina’s help or a sales’ assistant because the stripes
and bold designs were gone and instead the room was white—a white tulle canopy
over his black iron four poster bed, white roses and they were real, white
candles, a white bed quilt and sheets, half a dozen plush white cushions and
pillows. I wanted to run and jump on the bed like a kid. I walked around the
room, taking it all in and finally rested my gaze upon him.

“Tomás, it is wonderful, so
romantic,” I gushed.

He smiled, delighted at my
reaction and closed the bedroom door. He held out his hand to me and I took it
and then he led me to the edge of the bed, where he sat and pulled me between
his legs. He looked up at me.

“Al...iss, I want to know that you
are definitely ready for me to take your virginity tonight,” he asked, looking
so sincere and beautiful.

I nodded. “I desperately want you
to be inside me. I have been waiting for this day,” I assured him.

His lips twitched in a smile. He
continued to rest his hands on my hips.

“I am not going to give you
champagne or dine you Al...iss, until later, after we are exhausted in bed.
Tonight, our love making is the entree, main course and dessert. Okay?”

I nodded and inhaled sharply in
anticipation, trying to take in everything, trying to remember every moment.
How many women have lost their virginity like this? I was so grateful to Tomás
for making me feel like the most amazing and beautiful woman on the planet.

“If you don’t like anything, you
just say so,” he continued, “but after tonight, we will keep practicing all the
very many positions and other things...” he said, with a wicked grin.

I nodded again. I wasn’t sure I
was capable of words, but my eyes just drank him in and I felt hazy with lust
for him.

He remained seated, my breasts at
his eye level. Then he took off his own knit jumper first and then his white
T-shirt underneath it. He sat in his jeans, his bulge at the front of his pants
so obvious and his body so toned and golden. Then he reached under my dress and
worked his way up my legs. He ran his hand between my legs, touching ever so
lightly the lace of my panties and running a finger over my sex, sending my body
into a total spin. There is no way I would be able to stand for long, no way.

Tomás removed his hands from up my
skirt and reached behind me with his long, muscled arms. He unzipped my dress,
peeled it off slowly and inhaled as he undressed me. I stepped out of it as he
placed it over the end of the bed.

“So beautiful,” he said looking at
my lingerie and my nipples protruding through the already see-through lace. He
turned me around to look at my panties and I could feel my face going red as he
ran a finger down the thong. “Beautiful,” he said again.

And then he rose, turned me around
and lowered me to the bed. I lay in the white canopy of his room with the soft
flicker of the candles and watched as he undid his jeans and slipped them off. He
then slipped off his white boxer-briefs and my eyes widened at the size of his
erection. I had had it in my mouth, but now, I desperately wanted to feel Tomás
push himself inside me. I also secretly feared he would tear me, as I couldn’t
imagine how he would fit.

He lowered himself on top of me
and unclipped the front clasp on my bra and revealed my breasts. He moved his
mouth to my nipple and with his free hand pinched lightly my other nipple. It
was heavenly and I was worried I would come too soon, come just from his touch
on my nipples. I had no benchmark for when you should come or how long to hang
on or even if I could last. I knew my breathing was fast and a thousand
thoughts were going through my head.

“Al...iss,” I heard Tomás whisper.

“Yes?”

He stopped sucking my nipple and moved
up to lie beside me and look into my eyes. “Tonight is about pleasure and fun.
I love you,” he said.

I smiled and tears welled in my
eyes.

“You can’t do anything wrong, you
just can’t. And we have plenty of time to practice and explore ... that’s the
fun part. Okay?”

I nodded.

“You are very unrelaxed, so take a
deep breath for me,” he said and I tried but while I was trying to breathe, he reached
up and pulled my hands above my head, securing them in one of his large hands.
My breasts were open to him.

“Relax,” he said with a glance and
a smile to me and he slipped a bit lower on the bed and went back to my
breasts. I arched with pleasure and groaned which seemed to make Tomás very
pleased as he continued to lick and nip my nipples.

“Tomás,” I moaned. “I’m going to
come from just that? Can I come from just that?”

“You can,” he teased, “but not
tonight.” He released my hands and moved down the bed further, and separated my
legs.

“Come in me,” I begged. “I love
your tongue, but come in me.”

“Shh, Cookie,” he said, “I want to
make sure you are wet enough.”

I laughed a bit hysterically. “Oh
my God, I am so wet, so wet. Please Tomás.”

He smiled and lying between my
legs, he placed his large hands firmly on my hips and opened me with his
tongue. He licked up me, finishing on my clit.

I arched and moaned but couldn’t
move from side to side even though my body tried to wriggle and writhe, as I
was totally pinned. He gently inserted two fingers inside me and the sensation
of fullness was amazing. I bucked in reaction. I still wasn’t convinced he
would fit in; I felt myself tightening around his fingers.

Tomás brought himself up the bed
beside me.

“
Bella
, you’re right, you
are so wet,” he said with a quick tease of his tongue on my lips.

I was seriously going to explode
before he put it in.

“Even though you are well
lubricated, it’s your first time, so you’re going to be very tight. We’re going
to go slowly, yes?”

“Yes.” I nodded, happy to obey the
teacher. “No more teasing Tomás, I’m too wound up. Please come inside me, I
want to feel what that is like.”

“Such an impatient student,” he said,
smiling. He reached for a condom that was next to the bed and I noticed he had
lubricant there too, Lord knows why... maybe some virgins do need it. He must
have thought I’d be too nervous to get wet... ha, I could bottle the lubricant
I had happening below. He tore the wrapper off the condom and slid it on. I
watched, fascinated, as it covered his size.

He pulled himself over the top of
me, cupping the side of my face in one hand and looking down at me. His dark
eyes were so honest and beautiful and he tried to read me.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yes, please,” I said, and he smiled
and shook his head slightly at me.

Tomás reached down and navigated
his enormous erection between my legs and pushed it in just a bit. I felt my
body brace, I felt my vagina tighten as if it was resisting his entry. My
fingers dug into his back as he pushed a little more, then pulled out and
pushed a little more and pulled back again. He was right, it was intense and
even though I was super wet, it hurt.

I gritted my teeth and closed my
eyes as he moved a little farther each time.

“Al...iss, look at me,” Tomás said
and I opened my eyes. I’m sure they were swimming, trying to focus on him. It
was a fine line between pleasure and pain.

“Don’t push in too fast will you?”
I asked, a little panicked. I had read in books of guys that push in hard all
at once, and I was scared he would tear something. The tightness was amazing.

“Shh, never, I won’t do that,” he
assured me, “nice and slowly. But you need to relax a little, okay? You’re
anxious and it is making it tighter.”

I nodded. “Relax, right,” I said
and breathed in and out.

“Can you feel me going in?”

“Hell yes,” I said and made him
laugh. “I feel as though I’m joined to you. It’s amazing.”

“It’s good?” he asked.

“It’s ... amazing,” I said again,
struggling to find words. “Like we are one. I can feel you everywhere, like I’m
full down there,” I said, my nails still digging into him. “What’s it feel like
for you?” I asked him.

“Fucking amazing, I can feel you
all around me, so tight.” Tomás closed his eyes for a minute and breathed
slowly. He opened them a minute later and looked at me, all the time holding
his weight above me in his arms. He kept going in and out, a little bit more
each time.

“Last bit to go in now, ready?” he
asked.

I nodded and felt him go the final
gentle push and then we were one, he was completely inside me.

*****

I held my breath. Tomás was in me, completely in me.
I had lost my virginity to Tomás Carrera, my gorgeous lover.

He was studying me. “I have
deflowered you, Al...iss,” he teased, giving me a sexy grin.

“Thank God it was you,” I said,
and he touched my face tenderly.

“We’re going to have some motion
now, so let me know if it hurts too much, otherwise, enjoy the ride,” he said,
and started to move in and out of me with a pace that was gaining in rhythm.

His masculine body was all around
me and inside me, I felt completely cocooned by him and inhaled his scent. He
lowered his head and nipped my breast slightly as he thrust into me. I moaned
with the shivers it sent through my body. My hands were moving over his arms
and his shoulders, and one of his hands moved down to circle my clit. The tight,
small circles of motion made me dizzy and I couldn’t focus on what I was doing
with my hands, as he moved in and out and circled my clit at the same time. If
he stopped now, I know I would die.