Wrapped Up: A Triple Threat Sports Romance (21 page)

His thick, greedy fingers gripped my panties and pulled them down over my ass. Immediately, I could feel his head pushing against my soft wet lips.

“Put it in me,” I begged him. I didn’t know what had come over me, but I wanted him so badly it hurt. I wanted him to fill me with his flesh. I wanted him to pummel me with his massive shaft.

He pushed against my opening, sliding his shaft slowly past my tender wet folds. I felt every inch of him as he entered me. He moaned above me and slid back and forth against me, slowly at first.

My muscles constricted around him, gripping him, intensifying the pleasure of him sliding in and out of me. With each thrust, he picked up his pace, shoving harder and deeper into me, faster each time.

“Take me, baby. Take all of me,” I said to him.

He gripped my hips and rammed into me, stabbing me with his manhood. I expanded to fit him. Had he gotten bigger? Or was he harder because he wanted me that much? Oh God, it didn’t matter. I grabbed the sides of the table to hold on while he continued thrusting into me, shaking my whole body, building my ecstasy to a crescendo.

“You’re all mine,” he said. “You always have been.”

“Oh God, yes, I have, Jake,” I said, closing my eyes. My body slid back and forth against the smooth, hard wooden surface of the boardroom table as he worked my insides with his hard sex. I was his. I was all his.

He shifted his hips, and suddenly the ridge along the bottom of his shaft was pressing firmly against my front wall, stroking my g-spot with each thrust. My legs shook as he rocked back and forth inside me. My fingers ached as they wrapped even harder around the edges of the table.

I cried out wordlessly as a wave of ecstasy came crashing through my body. Wave after wave of intense pleasure rolled through me.

“I’m coming for you, Jake. I’m coming,” I called out. My voice strained in my throat as he continued to impale me.

I felt myself gripping him, and I could feel him growing harder inside of me. His erection seemed to strain against the taut flesh wrapped around him. He began pushing further and slower, holding himself deep inside of me after every stroke. I could feel his orgasm working its way up inside of him.

I reached back with my hands and pulled him against me. I held him inside of me and started rocking my hips against his, coaxing him to finish. He started to pull back, but I gripped his sides to hold him in place.

“Come for me, Jake,” I told him. “Let me feel you filling me.”

He groaned and started rocking back and forth again, working himself inside of me. “I’m about to come, baby,” he told me, panting above me.

I pushed back as he shoved himself all the way into me one last time. Suddenly, his warm juices exploded inside of me, filling me completely. He rocked back and forth as he filled me. I felt him jerking inside of me as he emptied himself into me.

“Oh, I love you so much,” I moaned, pressing back against him.

“I love you, too, Brooke.”

As his body began to relax above me, he leaned forward and kissed my back gently with his tender, sweet lips. He rocked back and forth inside me again, making sure the last of him had been emptied inside of me.

He slowly pulled back, letting his massive shaft slide out of me.

“I think we should probably get dressed,” he said.

“Maybe so,” I agreed. “Or maybe we should go home and do it again.”

“Well, Miss CEO, how does it feel to christen the boardroom table?” he asked, laughing.

“Good enough to do it again,” I said as I turned around and slid myself back onto the table, spreading my legs for him.

“Come on, baby. Let’s go home if we’re going to go again. You don’t want to lose your job for misconduct on your first official day.” He winked and smiled.

I knew when he said
home
, he meant his place, but he meant it as our place. It was no longer just his. He was inviting me back into his home as his bride-to-be. It was more than just keeping up appearances this time.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Jake

After leaving the hospital and bringing Brooke back home, I started working in the team’s front office again. I became the head of PR and Marketing. Mr. Clark saw that I was serious about getting married this time. It seemed that everyone could tell there had been a change in the atmosphere surrounding my engagement to Brooke. We had a date, and it was fast approaching. We hadn’t actually changed it from the original date.

While I handled press releases and charity fundraisers for the team, I also did most of the wedding planning. We could have hired someone to do it for us, but we wanted more control over every detail of the wedding. Now that it was a real wedding, we had also discussed the option of going big, like her father had suggested, but we agreed that a small, comfortable wedding for our friends and close relatives would be better.

Brooke gave me the ideas and told me what she wanted. I just made sure it was all set up to happen the way she wanted it to. It really wasn’t that hard to do, just time consuming. I couldn’t see how people made so much money doing this for a living.

It felt good to be part of a team again. On the field, I felt like all of the eyes were on me. The rest of the team was just there to support me while I ran touchdowns and scored, both on and off the court. I was there to support the quarterback. Harley was our leader, and I just took the team to the top by working with him week after week.

As part of Team Brooke-and-Jake, neither one of us was more important than the other. We both took the lead at different times, and we both played the supporting role at different times. We were moving forward, together. Except we weren’t scoring points or competing with other teams. We were just making a life together.

We were working a fundraiser together. I was there on behalf of the team, as a kind of celebrity guest. Brooke was there on behalf of Scott Enterprises, one of the lead sponsors of the event. I wore a tight polo shirt that hugged my shoulders and arms, with a pair of khakis. Brooke, of course, dressed like the owner of her company, which she was. She always looked like the boss.

“Thank you for coming,” she was saying to one of the guests when I walked up. I watched her shake the young lady’s hand and give her a big, professional smile before sighing after the lady walked off.

“Pretty good event we’ve got going here, wouldn’t you say?” I asked.

“Absolutely. My face hurts from smiling so much,” she said out of the side of her mouth.

“Well, I was thinking we could step away for a minute, and you wouldn’t have to smile at all,” I suggested. “Hell, you wouldn’t even have to fake it.”

“I haven’t yet,” she said with a sly smile and look in her eyes.

“Mr. Hall,” bellowed Mr. Clark as he walked up. He took my hand and shook it.

“Good to see you, Mr. Clark,” I said.

“And who is this beautiful young thing?” he asked, eyeing Brooke like she was a piece of meat.

No, sir, that’s my job
.

“This is Brooke Scott,” I told him.

“Soon to be Brooke Hall,” she corrected me, taking his hand.

“Oh, so this is the one you were telling me about,” he said, as if it were some major revelation. “Glad to see you sticking with it, young man.” He hit my shoulder.

“Of course. Wouldn’t change it for the world,” I said.

“You’ve got a good one here. Hold on to him,” he said to Brooke before giving her a wink and walking away.

We were outside at one of the local parks. There were tables set up for food and drinks provided by different local businesses and other organizations. There was also a stage set up for speakers with rows of chairs in front of the stage. Mr. Clark made his way to a chair up by the stage.

“So that’s the guy who told you to find a steady girlfriend,” Brooke mused, watching him walk away.

“Yep, that’s him. He almost kicked me off the team because of it, too,” I told her.

“Wait, what? You never told me this.”

I laughed. “It’s actually funny now. It wasn’t so funny at first, though. He said that we created such a spectacle when we started seeing each other that it felt like negative press to him instead of the positive press that he wanted.”

“Yeah, I can see that. It was a mess in those first few days. We had no idea what we were doing, did we?”

“No, I guess we didn’t.”

Just then, the main speaker took to the stage to introduce us so we could address our guests in attendance. We took the stage together, standing side by side, which was how we were doing everything from now on. We were united. We were completing our unfinished business from when we were young and had tried to date at the end of high school.

I looked out at the people sitting in the audience, watching us with their eager faces, eager to hear what we had to say, eager to see us standing together. It felt like a glimpse of what our wedding would be like in a couple of months.

I couldn’t wait to stand up with my bride in front of another group of people watching us in expectation of what would be done and said in front of them. I knew that next time, instead of presenting a fundraiser, we would be joining together in the union of holy matrimony.

There were times when we were together that it felt like we were already married, like we had been married the entire time instead of working towards a legitimate relationship. Brooke already felt like my wife. I felt like I had known her all my life, and truthfully, I had known her for a pretty good chunk of it.

We approached the podium to welcome everyone to the event. We were promoting a local after school program that would get kids off the streets by getting them involved in the various organizations around town and putting them in apprenticeship programs with several local businesses.

I wanted to grab her hand and hold it. I wanted to throw my arm around her, hug her, kiss her in front of everyone present. But we had to be professionals. We were still operating at a professional capacity.

We spoke briefly, both of us, to name off some of the organizations that were involved in the program, and we told our guests what they could do to help contribute to the success of the program. While we spoke, I caught a glimpse of Leo, my accountant, standing at one of the tables with finger foods and talking to Lucky and Harley. They didn’t seem to look back our way. They were immersed in their own private conversation.

I hadn’t heard much from the guys since the accident. I wasn’t an active member of the network anymore, and I hadn’t been privy to any of the group meetings or anything that was going on as the season progressed. I was pretty sure I was still pulling money through the network, but it looked like that was going to be coming to a close soon. I could think of no other reason for them to be talking to Leo than discussing the money flowing through the network.

I tried to stay focused, but it stung a little to realize I was
out
. I was no longer part of a group I had actually helped to start. The network had been my idea. We had utilized a similar structure and money-making strategy when we were all in college. It had worked wonders, so we were already making pretty decent money when we went to the pros.

Now that I was no longer on the field, I was no longer getting paid what I would have been as a player. The money from the network was the only thing that was really going to keep me afloat. I didn’t want to make a scene, but as I continued to distance myself from the players on the team, and as I continued to devote myself to my coming marriage, I wondered how things were going to play out for the guys. Was it going to fold? Was I going to become a kind of silent partner? Or was I just out completely? And was I about to be cut out of the money completely as well?

The applause at the end of our little presentation brought my attention back up to the front. I had no idea what Brooke had said. I just nodded and waved as she escorted me off the stage with her, hand in hand. I knew she’d just covered my ass, and I knew she was probably going to have to do it again before it was all said and done.