Third and Long: A Sports Romance (24 page)

“It doesn’t have to be,” he murmurs.

“What about Katerina?” I ask.

“Who the fuck is Katerina?” he asks.

“That’s what I wanted to hear.”

He pulls me toward him. He wraps his big strong arms around me and takes all the cold away. Then we kiss. It’s been so long that I forgot what he tasted like until it all comes rushing back to me. Our lips press together hotly in the cold.

I wrap my arms around his powerful body as I feel his hands work their way through my hair.

“I want you,” he murmurs.

“Then take me,” I say. I’m ready to give myself to him. I’m ready to stop running from my parents. I’m ready for once in my life to do I what I really want, not what I think I should do.

“Right here?” he asks.

“Preferably not in the cold.”

He picks me up in his arms like I weigh nothing, and suddenly we’re running toward the locker room. A hundred thoughts and doubts are running through my head, but I don’t care because Logan has me right where I want to be.

Logan flashes a card that opens the football locker room. It’s quiet inside. Logan explains that on Monday not a soul will be here for hours. Even so it is so strange being in the men’s locker room. It’s dark in here even after Logan turns a light on near his own locker.

I’m not really a sex in a public place kind of girl, but right now I don’t care. Right now I want Logan. I need to work out some frustration, and I want to work it out on Logan’s body.

He takes me over to a bench in front of his locker. He sits down first and pulls me on to him. I straddle him on either side. His hands go right to his favorite part: my butt. I grab his biceps with either hand as we kiss, feeling the pulsing, flexing power in them.

Logan has the power to make me the happiest woman in the world. As he touches my body, I pull my sports bra off. Soon I feel his soft lips on my breasts. He tastes me and teases my nipples. I can only close my eyes and grind my body against his as he explores me.

I can feel him stirring in his shorts. His manhood comes alive as he makes a playground of my body. Finally he pulls his shirt off revealing the hard, flexing muscle underneath. I kiss his chest greedily until our lips meet once more.

When he can’t take it anymore, he stands me up. It’s plain as day that he’s incredibly hard. I feel him through his pants. I tease him, driving him wild, turning him into the dangerous sex god of an athlete that Gwen warned me about.

I want him to want me more than anything else in the world. I want him to want me more than he wants to be the number one draft pick.

He starts to tug at my shorts until I stop him. Momentarily, I come back to Earth, regaining a sliver of common sense.

“We need a condom,” I murmur.

“Hold on,” he says, going to his locker.

“Um, do I want to know why you have condoms in your locker?” I ask, my newly dirty mind running wild with possibility.

“I’m a plan ahead kind of guy, you know?” he asks.

“That wasn’t my impression of you,” I say, slipping my shorts down.

Logan looks disappointed that he’s not the one that gets to undress me, so I stop. He comes over and suddenly those familiar hands are on my ass, feeling me, undressing me, taking me.

Soon I’m completely naked, standing before my man. Being naked feels right. My sex yearns for Logan’s touch. My fingers curl over the waist band of his shorts. Before I pull them down, his gorgeous blue eyes catch mine, and I can’t help but stop and stare into his mesmerizing face.

“Logan,” I murmur.

“Yeah Tam,” he says, his body quivering, anticipating that I’m about to touch his naked cock.

“I want to hear it,” I say, thinking to myself that I’m Tamber Long, and I can make demands.

He looks at me dumbfounded at first. All it takes is a small smile from me for him to figure out what I want.

“At this point,” he says, “I feel like we’ve waited too long to say it.”

“You’re not getting out of this,” I say. Don’t ruin the moment, I scream in my head.

“I don’t have to get out of it,” he says.

“Why?”

“Because I fucking love you Tamber, and I’ll tell anyone who asks that I love Tamber Long.”

“Oh fuck,” I say, a shiver runs up my spine, and I drop his drawers.

His big cock comes out of his shorts even harder than last time.

“I love you too, Logan Oliver,” I say, taking his cock into my hand.

“The Third,” he says.

“Shut up and make love to me, ya big dummy,” I say, stroking the shaft of his impossibly hard manhood.

He fumbles with the condom wrapper. I can tell he’s sweating. It’s unbelievable that a guy with this much confidence is struggling that with a condom wrapper. The whole time he’s working at it, I’m slowly stroking his massive manhood. There’s nothing so incredible as feeling my man’s body respond to my every touch.

I want him in me so badly that I grab the condom wrapper out his hand.

“You’re killing me Logan,” I say with a grin.

I rip it open with one motion, pull the condom out and then get on my knees.

“Damn girl,” he mutters.

The condom slips over the swollen tip of his cock, and I roll it down until he’s all wrapped up. Looking up at his face, his penetrating blue eyes catch mine. We stare at each other as I hold his wrapped up manhood.

“You’re all I want,” I say.

In response he pulls up and against his naked body. I feel his cock press against my sex, my body longing to feel him inside. We kiss as my naked body presses against his. Wrapped in his arms, every muscle in my body screams that this is right, that this was meant to be.

“What are you waiting for?” he asks playfully.

His rock hard abs flex as he sits down on the bench. As I mount him, his powerful core keeps us steady. I run my fingers through his hair and we kiss. His hands grip the bench, holding us steady. This is without a doubt the most awkward sex a person could ever have, and I don’t even care.

I can feel his manhood press searching for my sex. I grab his cock and guide him to me. When his cock touches my sex, I shudder. I can feel him teasing me, and I want it all. He slides into me, and my naked body slides down his. At first it hurts. He’s so big! Then my sex accepts him and I take him into me. My thighs soon meet his as I take more of him into me.

Our eyes meet again, and we can’t help but kiss. Once he’s fully inside me, he lets go of the bench and wraps his strong arms around me. I grab his wrists and guide his hands to my sides. He holds me around the waist and guides me as I ride up and down his manhood.

“God Logan,” I say panting.

“Fuck, your pussy is amazing,” he groans.

All frustration melts from my body as Logan and I become one. Our lips touch, our tongues touch, every inch of our body intertwines in the intense passion of raw love.

Inside me I can feel the passion building. Logan growls like a lion, and I remember what Gwen said, warning me that making love to athlete would be too much. When Logan kisses me about the neck I start to understand what she means.

He holds my body firm, plunging into me, falling into an intense rhythm, and all I can do is hold him and enjoy him.

At first he was slow and tender. Now he can’t help himself. He controls my body, thrusting into me with his intense power over and over. Riding on top of him, I’m helpless to his passion. Each pounding thrust is mine to enjoy.

His muscles flex, his body heaves with power, his lips kiss me hard about the neck and breasts before finding their way back to my waiting lips.

With each passing moment our passion intensifies. He thrusts into me, holding my body in his grip, making me belong to him. I can feel him reaching with me. We’re both approaching joy together. My body shakes with unbridled excitement shedding in that moment all anxiety, all fear, all hesitancy.

When we come, we come together. When Logan explodes, he howls like a wild animal unleashed. I cry out and collapse against his body. Our sweat and sex intertwine in one.

I will never love another man like Logan Oliver III.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Logan

For the record I took Tamber out to breakfast afterward. We showered together right there in the locker room, and it was all I could do not to take her again. She wore some of my way oversized gym clothes out for coffee and a bagel. I’m sure we got some knowing looks, but neither of us cared.

After that I walked her back to her apartment. Once again she didn’t invite me inside. I got the sense that Gwen was waiting right on other side of the door to ask Tamber how she could possibly leave to go for a run and end up coming back wearing my clothes.

During my sole class for the day, I spent the entire lecture fantasizing about Tamber’s incredible body. I told her that I love her, and I meant it. What do I do with that now? I feel like I’ve got my life no more under control than when Katerina Prescott was parading me around Rome and Houston for a week.

When Coach Ainsworth convenes a meeting in the locker room prior to hitting the field, he dances around the major issue: I absolutely lost last week’s game for us. It was my unfocused play. Totally Tamber’s fault by the way. Speaking of Tamber, I’m trying my best to not laugh at the fact that Cam is sitting on the bench where we made love this morning.

Last Saturday every guy in the room except Cam refused to hang with us after the game. He was only there out of friendship and nothing else.

The rest of the team is rightfully pissed off at me. We were headed to the national championship. That path seems to be closed now barring some miracle.

Coach goes over some basics that he wants us to work on today. They’re all offense oriented: running routes, blocking defenders, tackling guys that intercept me. That last one stings. Every player on the team knows it. As soon as Coach says it, everyone looks at me.

My hand still smarts from hitting that guy at The Library. Cam pulled me off him. The cops put me in cuffs and the paparazzi had a field day taking pictures with me. The school nearly suspended me for a game until the police acquitted me of any charges.

I stand up and Coach notices. Normally he’d tell a cocky punk like me to sit down and wait to be called on. Today he doesn’t. Today he knows I have to speak.

“Let me just say that I fucked up,” I say.

“No shit bro,” Terry Allan, our cornerback says.

“I was unfocused. My mind was everywhere. I should have taken myself out of the game,” I say.

“Thought I’d never hear a quarterback admit the obvious,” De’andre Michaels, the free safety yells from the back of the locker room.

“That’s not going to happen again. I’m not going to let that happen again. It’s all on me, and it’s on me to fix it,” I say.

Every single guy on the team is staring at me. I’m looking around the room hoping someone, anyone will say something. This is getting real awkward, real fast. Finally, Mason Chandler, the full back steps forward. He’s a big guy. Twice my size. If he wanted to, he could break me in half.

“You know we were fucking mad at you,” he says.

“I should have been on the bus home. That was bullshit of me,” I say.

He takes another step forward with a mean look in his eye. When Coach turns his back, I prepare for the worst. If I through my hands up, then I’ll have lost the guys forever. I grit my teeth waiting for Mason to do his worst.

“Shit motherfucker, we don’t care about that. We just want you to win,” Mason says throwing his arm around me. “Hey give this asshole another chance? Will you?”

A general acceptance spreads through the all the guys. Relief washes over me. All day long I was afraid of facing these guys and letting them down. Ultimately they don’t care what happened last week, they only want to know that we’re going to win next week.

If only my parents would be so accepting of Tamber and understanding that I have no interest in Katerina.

The team hits the field and practice runs smoothly. I’m hitting all my receivers from Cam to my tight ends. Mason beasts through our practice squad defense. When we play first string on first string, all our defensive guys hit all their coverage marks, and I still manage to put the ball where it needs to go. I’m feeling good. The team’s feeling good. We can turn this thing around next week.

Making Tamber mine got her out of my head. Earning her body eased my obsession. I’m able to focus on football again.

After practice Coach calls me into his office. He offers me a seat and shuts the door behind me.

“So you’re getting engaged?” he asks as he walks around me and takes a seat at his desk.

Coach Ainsworth has always been like a second father to me. The father that actually likes watching me play football, the father that encourages me to follow my dreams.

I can’t even answer Coach’s question. How can I say that I’m getting engaged when I made love to Tamber this morning? Between my parents and Katerina and Tamber, I feel like I’m smashed between three linebackers out on the field.