13. Valencia
13
Valencia
W hen I came in this morning, I didn’t expect to see Gomez and Hunter practicing, but it was a nice surprise. It also gave me an idea to possibly do an impromptu video with the grump and the sunshine. Not my words, but that’s what a lot of our followers were saying.
Coach told them to go shower after they got into a heated exchange and I worried that maybe this wasn’t the best idea, but maybe it would do well for our social media presence. I headed to our offices to gather the things I had come for, taking my time but when I don’t hear or see them. I wondered if maybe they had left without me knowing.
I headed to the locker room to see if I still heard them. It was surprisingly quiet and just as I thought they had left, a groan caught my attention. Dammit, were they fighting? I scooted closer to the entrance when I heard another groan.
Fuck, what if one of them beat the other one up and left them here?
Still not sure what to do, I peeked around the corner and gasped at what I saw. Gomez was leaning in between Rigg’s legs thrusting against him while they kissed. My mouth dried up as I was at a loss for words, but thank god. I got to admire them a moment longer. They were sexy together and as much as I wanted to look away, I couldn't.
“Fuck, Riggs,” Gomez said, thrusting into him.
“Don’t promise me a good time,” Riggs said, kissing down his neck.
They were rough with each other, so I don’t doubt they hated this as much as they liked it. If I hadn’t seen this with my own eyes, I don’t think I would have believed it.
“Dammit, we can’t do this,” Gomez said, pulling away, sitting on his haunches.
Riggs tried to sit up and Gomez pushed him back down.
“No.” Gomez shook his head.
Riggs looked at him cautiously, like he didn’t want to spook an animal, but he also looked resigned, like whatever had just happened between them was a fluke. Gomez looked like he was fighting whatever he was feeling.
“This is a one-time thing,” Gomez said, before kissing Riggs again.
Both moaned loudly and my body flushed from desire reminding me of the threesome I had just had a few days ago. God, what I wouldn’t give to experience a threesome with these two men on the floor. Before I decided to do something stupid, I walked away from the locker room and forced myself to keep walking. God, they looked amazing together and maybe they just needed to fuck the hate out of each other.
It was a week before Thanksgiving, and I was able to wrangle a few players to visit a soup kitchen. Even one of the coaches, the owner's wife, Noemi, and husband, Easton volunteered their time. They were becoming some of my favorite people and I loved hanging around them.
“It seems like you've had a pretty good turnout,” Noemi said, bringing out rolls from the kitchen.
“Yeah, the guys on the team are great and are always willing to give back,” I said, putting out plates, cups, and utensils.
“Yeah, well, Riggs and Gomez are always the first to volunteer for the hot Social Media Manager,” Easton said, nudging me with his elbow.
“Don’t start,” I said, feeling a blush coming on. They were just teasing me, but every time I saw them together, I remembered the day I had seen them in the locker room.
Surprisingly, they had been doing better in games, but I could still feel the tension. I was pretty sure they were trying to ignore each other, except every now and then I would catch the lingering glances between them. What I wouldn’t give to see what was going on in their heads or be there to see them together again.
“Do you like them?” Noemi whispered.
“Whether I like them or not doesn’t matter, they are essentially my coworkers,” I said, making sure all the trays had serving spoons. “Plus, it's in my contract not to fraternize with the team in that aspect.”
“So, it’s a little bit of a forbidden romance?” Easton raised his brows.
“Oh yes, pining for someone and those longing looks,” Noemi said, leaning into Easton. “The tension must be amazing and oooh, the sex is probably even better.”
“Guys, there is no sex and how the hell did we start talking about this?” I huffed.
“No sex, that’s pretty sad.” Gomez’s voice made me pause for a moment.
“I know, poor Valencia has hit a dry spell,” Noemi said, with a smirk and I imagined slamming her face on the table or into the beans.
“Yeah, we were thinking of setting her up with a friend of mine,” Easton said, as I imagined the same thing.
“No dry spell and please don’t set me up,” I said as calmly as I could. “I’ll pull a white chick's date if I have to.”
Gomez laughed before Noemi joined in. Poor Easton looked lost.
“Oh god, Easton, another movie we have to put on our list,” she said, patting his shoulder. “Don’t mind Easton, he isn’t a big movie buff and we’ve been remedying that.”
“Are we ready?” Alice, the woman who worked at the shelter, asked.
“Yes, we are,” I said, looking at our spread.
“Great, I’m going to open the doors,” she smiled. “Thank you so much for doing this, we really appreciate you.”
“Of course,” I said.
“We know the community needs it and we are happy to do it,” Easton said, and I was glad he was here.
He helped the community so much with his non-profit and it was very admirable.
“Hey guys, we are ready,” I said, handing out aprons and organizing the line.
I somehow ended up in between Gomez and Riggs. By the looks Noemi was giving us, I could only assume she had had something to do with it. The line moved quickly, and it was great to see some of the people recognized the men and even a father and son recognized Hunter.
They asked him questions and Hunter was so great answering them and promising to stop by their table later. The crowd was larger than I had expected, but it made it worth it. After a while, though, I was getting too hot with the big sweater I had on.
“Give me a second,” I said, taking my apron off to pull the sweater off since I had a tank underneath.
My tank rode up a little bit, thankfully my boobs were saved from making an appearance. I quickly went back to the line and Riggs and Gomez stared at me for a moment before going back to serving food. The tension was palpable between us, which confused me. I had no idea what had just happened, maybe my boobs had made an appearance.
Once the line was almost finished, I grabbed my camera, took some pictures and posted some on our socials reminding people they could donate to the shelter. The guys talked to a few of the people and families as I stayed with Coach Graves, Noemi and Easton were serving the people who came in last. Many people stayed to visit with the guys, and we gave out bags of food and let them go through clothes we had donated from our office and from the guys.
I brought my camera out to take more photos. Clark and Thompson were talking to a group of people while signing autographs. Wells, Gomez and Hunter were with a few kids passing a ball around as parents watched, some were going through bags of clothes. My heart warmed that these guys donated their time to give back to the community and while, yes, these were great photo ops, these guys had big hearts and I loved it. Hunter stole a glance at me and I swore I saw a faint blush on his cheeks.
Did he know I had seen them? Oh god, that had to be it, this might be embarrassing.
As they visited I started to pick up, even though Alice insisted that we didn’t need to help. It gave me something to do and leaving a mess didn’t sit right with me.
“We have to head out,” Noemi said, hugging me.
“Thank you so much for coming to help,” I said, hugging her and Easton.
“Anytime,” Easton said, looking at the crowd of people that were still here. “I might need to steal Hunter for a fundraiser for Love4all. Might need to pimp him out.”
I laughed. “Hey, if it's for a good cause, why not?”
They laughed as they put their coats on as we talked about doing lunch or a meeting for the fundraiser I was helping Easton with. Once everything was picked up, people started to leave and while Clark, Thomson, Webber and Coach Graves said bye, Riggs and Gomez were nowhere to be found.
Shit, Hunter had to have known and what if he told Gomez? Now they would both know I spied on their hate sex or whatever it was. My stomach clenched in arousal at the vivid memory. This was bad. I would be anxious until I saw them again and what the hell was I going to say?
Hey sorry I saw you guys making out.
That would be a lie because I wasn’t sorry that it was prime spank bank material and I’d be happy for more, even though I also wanted to hide in a hole forever.