The Red Zone (The League, #2)

by Meg Reading

“We’re going to have arguments. They’re normal, healthy even.” I pressed my lips against her once again, firmer this time. “But if I’m going to argue with anyone. it’s going to be you. So, when I say you’re mine, I mean it. Mine and no one else's.” “Okay,” she said breathlessly. “Looks like that temporary truce wasn’t all that temporary after all, was it?” She shifted her hips forward against my hard on that was beginning to ache more with each passing second. “And if another guy bothers you like that, tell me. I can’t guarantee it’ll be just his hand next time.” “Did you really break his hand for me?” “I’d do anything for you. Now get on your knees for me.” Mae rustled with my zipper as she gracefully dropped to her knees. Her eager eyes flickered up to mine as she pulled my jeans and boxers down in one move, low enough for my cock to spring free in front of her face. With a pleased smile, she wrapped both hands around the base of my shaft, spitting on it so it was easier to glide them up and down. I lifted her chin with my index finger and bent down to give her a long, closed mouth kiss before she returned her attention back to her hands, breaking apart her lips as she wrapped them around my length.

“Get up. I want to fuck you in front of the mirror, baby.” Hopping up to her feet, she lifted her short blue dress up and dropped her panties to the floor, meanwhile I pulled out a condom from my pocket and rolled it on. Mae placed one hand against the counter to hold herself up while the other circled her clit as I entered her tight, wet heat. That first thrust into her pussy was fucking divine, both of us closing our eyes as we moaned together. I worked my cock in and out of her fast and hard, the thrill of the party bustling on the opposite side of the door only made it hotter. Knowing that at any second someone could wander down the hall and hear the sounds of her wet little pussy clenching around my dick. “You’re mine,” I rasped against the shell of her ear, picking up the pace. Mae whimpered, nodding her head up and down. “I want to hear you say it.” Our eyes locked in the mirror as I thrust into her one final time before we both came together and she drained every last ounce of cum out of me. “I’m yours.”

“I’m sure the two of you are aware of the reason I called you into my office…” Lea paced the small space behind her glass desk with her arms crossed tightly in front of her. She had yet to make eye contact with either of us which was concerning to say the least. Abel and I twisted our heads to look at each other, both of us sporting squished brows and subtle frowns. I shrugged my shoulders in response to our seemingly mutual confusion whereas Abel shook his head slightly before staring down at the ground like a sad puppy. “Seriously,” Lea barked, raising her voice like my mother did when I was a teenager. “Neither of you have any idea why you’ve been called to my office?” A painfully long moment of silence passed between the three of us. “You’re surprising us with raises?” I offered hopefully. At long last, Lea paused her steps and whirled around to face us and her piercing green eyes darted over to me. The tense smile she gave us as she clasped the edge of her desk so tightly her knuckles went white was more terrifying than I expected it to be. The only thing I knew for certain at this moment was that whatever we were in here for wasn’t positive. I’d heard about Lea’s wrath before by some of the teammates who frequented her office because of the dumb shit they publicly got themselves into. Most of them were rookies who thought they were invincible after getting their sign on bonus or that first game check. Don’t let that fool you though, there were still a few seasoned ve...

“If you don’t stop…” she moaned as I dropped down to kiss the side of her neck. “We’re going to be late for dinner.” Friday night dinner was the least of my worries right now. In fact, skipping dinner and making a three-course meal out of her sounded way better than the chicken parmesan Scarlett was making tonight.

“Are you ever going to let me in here, or are you going to keep sneaking out to the pool house and crawling into my bed every night?” Not that I was complaining, we could stay in the pool house as long as she wanted. But it seemed like a damn shame to let such a nice house go to waste. Especially considering all of the rooms in here that we could have fun in—her office, the kitchen, right here in this hallway. Mae wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, brushing the sensitive skin with her nails before pulling me in for a long, tantalizing kiss. “Might I remind you that you were supposed to move out like three months ago… wait, I forgot to ask, did your contract ever get extended?” “I signed for another five years… I’m looking for a roommate, you know anyone?” I taunted. “I’m sure we can ask around.” I smacked her ass so hard she yelped. “Fine… I’ll think about it, but only because my bed has better pillows.” “Don’t worry, we can transform it into that sex house you were wanting,” I joked, nipping at her earlobe. “We’ll get a sex swing or something to really solidify it.”

“Have you guys decided to stop living in the pool house, yet?” Lea asked. I looked over at Mae with a laugh, knowing we’d just been talking about the same subject a few minutes prior. Lea was a fucking mind-reader, I swear. “She’s coming around to the idea of it. She hasn’t even cashed any of my checks, though. So, I might need to pay up in other ways… if you know what I mean.”

back

“I love you.” He pulled back, whispering against my lips. “That’s a horrible decision on your part, really,” I countered, pulling back with a playful smile. October leaned in, kissing me gently before pulling back and giving me a weak smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. “Just say likewise.” “Likewise.”

“Now that you’re pregnant with his kid, I have a confession.” “Oh, God. Should I sit down? Let me sit down.” I dropped back onto the closed toilet seat lid. “Remember your surprise birthday party a few years ago?” “How could I forget? It’s not every day you get mounds of hors devours dropped on you.” Not only that, but that was the night that changed everything for October and I. It was the first time we had allowed ourselves to be vulnerable with one another—in more ways than one, if you know what I mean. So much changed that night, and looking back, I couldn’t be more grateful for it. “Yeah, sooo, about that… I might have paid that server to bump into you knowing that you’d fall backward into October’s lap.” “What?” I gasped. “You were the one responsible for my twisted ankle? How’s that possible? That server looked so remorseful!” “I know. Who would’ve guessed that I’d ask the one out of work actor, of all people? And in my defense, I didn’t think you’d twist your ankle. I just thought you would fall into his lap and chat or something.” “Or something?” I repeated, like she hadn’t been the one pushing for the two of us to become friends with benefits all along. “I can’t believe you—” “Before you finish that sentence, I should probably tell you I’m also the one who tipped off October about Bobby being weird with you at Lea’s party.” “I can’t be mad about that one.” I lifted a shoulder in a small shrug. “Any other confessions you’d like to startle me with?” “Well, since yo...

“Jesus, were you responsible for his neck injury when we first got together, too?” “No, that was the other guy’s fault. But if I had known…” She raised her brows at the idea. “Scarlett!” “What? I’m just kidding.” Scarlett laughed.