***Cash***
Iglanced down at my stomach as I walked down the hallway to Cassidy’s office. It was fluttering like a fucking pre-teen girl getting her first kiss. It was embarrassing. I was going for a massage with one of the team’s massage therapists, not to see my favorite boy band or some shit.
Even while judging my stomach, though, I was wondering what set of scrubs she’d be wearing. I’d stolen enough glances to know that she wore three different sets. My favorite was the dark orange set. I liked seeing her in our team colors and I really liked the way her ass looked in them. They were tighter than the others. I was also wondering if her hair would be down. She had a way of tucking it behind her ear that made me fucking crazy.
I tried to get my shit together so I didn’t look like a lovesick puppy but I shouldn’t have bothered. When I got closer to her office the voices I heard wiped the goofy smile right off my face.
“What’ll it cost me? Come on, slut, just say a number and I’ll pay you. Then you can get on your knees where you belong.” Andy. That motherfucker.
“You like a little double action, huh? You could be spitroasted-”
“You’re fucking disgusting. Get out of my office.” Cassidy’s voice shook and hearing her scared made me see red.
What I saw when I slammed into the room just made it even worse. Cassidy was cowering in the corner with Andy and his right hand man, Kennedy Jones, pushing in on her. Andy reached down and grabbed his dick while laughing and I let my rage take over.
I grabbed them both by the back of their shirts and threw them towards the door. Before they hit the ground I was on them, pummeling them both while they didn’t manage to land a single punch. I didn’t speak, didn’t stop to explain, I just fucked them up.
It took Coach James and Johnny to drag me off of them. I struggled to get back at them. “Let me go! Come on, you little bitches! Fucking fight me!”
“Enough, Cash!” Coach shouted at Andy and Kennedy. “Get the fuck out of here. This never happened.”
Andy was holding a broken nose with one hand and clutching his ribs with his other arm. “But Coach-”
“Go!”
I glared at them as they limped away. It wasn’t enough. I wanted to hurt them. I wanted them to fucking suffer for cornering Cassidy like that. My mind burned white hot until I thought of her and what she’d just watched me do. All that anger and need for destruction vanished in an instant. Shame strangled me. I always went straight to violence if provoked. And I’d shown that side to Cassidy. I’d probably scared the hell out of her.
“You good? Jesus, Cash. I can’t always hide this type of shit for you. I’m sure those two deserved that ass-whoopin’ but you can’t kill them. Fuck.” Coach shook his head after letting me go. “Where are you supposed to be?”
Cassidy didn’t sound scared anymore when she stepped out of her office. I looked over at her and she didn’t look scared, either. She looked perfectly calm. “With me, Coach James. I’ll make sure he’s relaxed before he leaves.”
“As long as I don’t have to do any fucking paperwork.”
I slowly moved towards her, nervous she’d drop the act and tell me that I was a monster. She turned her back and I froze. It was all supposed to be an act but I felt like throwing up. If she-
“Come on, Cash.” She glanced at me over her shoulder. “Let me take care of you.”
I followed her into her office and watched silently as she shut and locked the door. Then she pushed me towards the small sink at the back of the room and turned the water on. I stood there while she gently washed my hands and then patted them dry. I expected fear or anger. I expected the same disappointment everyone always felt when I gave into my anger again.
She looked up at me and smiled. “Thank you.”
I just stared at her, unsure if I was imagining shit.
“I wanted to do what you did but I accept that I don’t have your muscles. That was amazing. I took a picture of Andy’s face before he walked away. I’m going to print it out and stick it on a stake so everyone knows not to fuck with me.” She rubbed some cream on my knuckles and looked back up at me. The blue in her eyes was brighter and there was a flush to her cheeks. She was fucking beautiful and she was excited because I’d beaten the shit out of someone for her. “I’m sorry you hurt your knuckles, though. The cream should help-”
I kissed her. I meant to be soft and gentle but I needed to know she was mine. I gripped the sides of her head and walked herbackwards while stroking my tongue into her mouth. She hit the wall behind her and her arms shot up to lock around my neck. She gave as good as she got and hooked her leg around my hip, pressing her core against my painful erection.
“Goddammit, Cassidy.” I grabbed her ass and picked her up so I could thrust against her. “Fucking tell me to stop if you don’t want me.”
She yanked at my shirt until I leaned back to pull it the rest of the way off. Her lips were already red and swollen but her eyes were even brighter with excitement as she ripped her own top over her head and threw it across the room. “You got your knuckles bloody for me.”
Her white lace bra was sexy as hell but it had to go. I felt like an ape as I pawed at it to get it off but my hands were already swollen and I had too much adrenaline pumping through my body so they were shaking. She took pity on me and ripped her bra off, too. I cupped her tits and growled when she moaned. I needed to be in her. It felt like I’d die if I wasn’t inside her as soon as possible.
She was on the same page. She pushed me away to kick off her pants and then her hands were on my pants, just as shaky as mine were. I let her push them down but when she tried to sink to her knees with them, I caught her face and pulled it back to mine. I couldn’t handle her mouth. I was too on edge to watch her suck my dick.
Cassidy’s lips tipped up as I kissed her again. “You deserve a reward for beating the shit out of those dickheads.”
I grinned back at her and slid my hands into the back of her panties to cup her ass. “Shouldn’t you be lecturing me about not resorting to violence?”
