“Whose pussy does this belong to?”
“Yours.”
“That’s right. Which means I can have it any fucking time I want it.”
“Yes,” I feebly admit.
“Then I’m taking what’s mine right now.”
His dick is hard and ready and feels like a big ass cucumber when he first rams it inside of me. I squeeze my eyelids tight and bite his shoulder to keep from crying out. He works himself into a sweat as he plunges his thick length inside my pussy over and over with deep punishing strokes.
“I’m coming, Bird. Fuck, you feel good.”
I squeal as another orgasm coils inside of me
“I love… I love the way you fuck me,” I say, totally saving me from the blunder that was about to come out of my mouth.
Who says I love you to someone in a damn supply closet, Mia?
Rush comes with a deep growl of relief and my second orgasm comes chasing right after his. We’re both panting heavily when he lowers me back to the ground so I can put my clothes back on. He rolls off the condom, ties it off, and is about to toss it in the trash can when I stop him.
“What are you doing?”
“Throwing it out.”
“Uh-uh.”
I grab a piece of office paper and wrap the condom like a Christmas gift, then slide it into the pocket of his shorts.
“What in the ever loving hell are you doing, Mia?”
“You can’t toss this in an office trashcan. First, that shit is gross and second, I can’t have your DNA exposed for any crafty little clucker to find and shove up her vagina with a turkey baster.”
“Seriously, Mia? You watched too many soap operas when you were young. No one does shit like that. That’s why it makes for great television.”
“Desperate women will do way more devious things than that. Just toss it in one of the large receptacles outside on the grounds. Better to be safe than sorry.”
“You’re crazy, baby.” He kisses me ardently on the lips. “But you haven’t steered me wrong all these years, so I’ll do it. I just can’t believe I’m carrying my own jizz in my pocket.”
“If you don’t want some crazy baby’s mama one day, you’ll thank me.”
“Hell, I think I already see one of those crazy baby mamas in my future.”
***
Rush and I wasted too much time fucking around to get any of his actual therapy done, and Darius had to cancel his session for some added time with one of the offensive coaches, so I’m sitting in the main office getting some paperwork done which there’s lots of. I guess when the owner is paying players millions of dollars to win ball games; they want an accurate paper trail of all injuries and therapies.
It only takes me twenty minutes to input my notes into the computer system, so I decide to look for Scott and see if there’s anything else he may want my help with. I’m suddenly invigorated with newfound energy after my freaky romp in the closet.
I see Rush on the practice field and was going to go over and say something dirty in his ear when Miranda walks up to him. I haven’t seen her since that awkward morning in the courtyard, but it definitely appears as if they’ve seen each other since.
I can’t hear anything from the distance I’m standing, but I can guess by their body language that she’s telling him some sort of story. She’s flapping her hands, switching her weight between both feet, and the most interesting part about this entire exchange is that she’s also smiling from ear to ear. She’s not angry or indifferent with him. In fact, she’s dare I say happy to be talking to the man I just fucked less than an hour ago.
And holy cheese balls… Rush doesn’t look irritated or uncomfortable with the conversation either. In fact, he just smiled, and not the type of half-ass smile he gives a clucker, but the kind that is usually reserved for me.
“Whatcha looking at?”
Tiger startles me when he walks up behind me. I turn and plaster on a fake smile.
