Chapter 25 #4
He squirted lube into his hands, warming it before rubbing it over Daisy’s sensitive skin. The slick slide of his fingers on her was intoxicating, and soon their conversation fled her mind.
Daisy had her eyes closed, back bowed in pleasure, fingers fisted in the sheets when Connor picked up the packet resting on her belly.
He grabbed one of her hands and placed her fingers over his, still moving in circles around her clit.
She followed his silent instructions, her own touch boring and muted compared to his, but better than nothing.
Connor wiped his hands on his thighs, trying to get them dry enough to rip open the packet.
When he succeeded, he pushed Daisy’s hand out of the way and unfolded the barrier, placing it over her.
“Here,” he placed her fingers over the edge of the dam, “hold this.”
She did as she was told, and he settled between her legs. Connor held her thighs open, kneading and squeezing the soft skin. He kissed the inside of her knee, once again making her squirm. Daisy was going to combust right there in his bed. All that would be left was a dental dam and a pile of ash.
She saw stars with the first swipe of his tongue up her center. His mouth put his fingers to shame. The tension in her belly grew, and grew, and grew. He kept her on the edge, focusing his attention on her clit, and right when she teetered on the edge, he’d move his attention elsewhere.
She growled at him, her frustration growing.
Her hips rocked in time with the rhythm of his mouth on her body. She clamped her thighs around his head, unable to stop their quaking, and when she fisted her fingers in his hair in warning, he pushed her over the cliff. Her orgasm crashed over her, and he didn’t stop.
Connor licked her through it, sliding his hands under her ass when her hips lifted off the bed. She tried to rip him away when she became oversensitive, but he kept going, and soon the tension built again, faster than before.
Daisy cried out the second time, her words unintelligible. Only when she finished spasming, her body relaxing and breathing slowing, did Connor let up.
He rounded the bed to his side table and rolled on a condom.
She should reciprocate, but her limbs were jelly.
He settled himself between her legs, sliding his cock through the wetness of her swollen pussy.
Her natural lubricant and the additional silicon made it easy for him to sheath himself in one swift movement.
He didn’t pause or give her time to adjust, taking her hard and fast. The previous night was lovemaking, but this was fucking.
Daisy couldn’t decide which she liked better.
He pounded into her at a relentless pace, and all she could do was hold on for the ride, her fingernails digging into his ass.
His rhythm stuttered before long, and he pulsed inside her.
When he stilled and dropped more of his weight on her, he said, “Fuck,” and they both laughed, breathlessly enjoying their well-earned endorphins.
The press box wasn’t as exciting as Daisy had imagined.
Connor told her as much and offered her his tickets, saying she was always welcome to them.
But she’d insisted they sit with the press.
She should’ve listened to him, because the old man she sat next to would not shut his yap about how it was so interesting that so many ladies had taken an interest in sports.
In his day the men did the reporting because they had a better idea of the inner workings of a player’s mind.
Daisy and Roxie nodded along with his rambling, trying to pay attention to the game.
The press also didn’t get as excited as Daisy and Roxie. They had to remain unbiased, but having a little enthusiasm for the team they covered shouldn’t be frowned upon.
She dug her nails into the sides of her chair, trying to contain her excitement when Connor scored a goal. He looked to the press box during his celebration, but Daisy didn’t think he could see her.
The Freeze won the game in an upset. Daisy and Roxie vibrated with excitement on their way to the locker rooms for media availability afterwards.
Connor stood when they entered the room, half-naked and gleaming with sweat.
He kissed Daisy, who didn’t argue, but when he moved to hug Roxie, she held up a hand, halting him in his tracks.
“Absolutely not,” she said. “You fucking reek. Shower, then maybe we can talk.”
Hazy and Connor had been selected for interviews, and they both gave them huge grins when they held out their tape recorders. The interviews were lackluster; the boys had to give the same boring answers they always gave to mainstream media.
Hazy let Connor answer when Roxie asked, “You’ve done a big 180 from earlier in the season. What has been working for your line the last several games? “
“You already know the answer. We’ve built chemistry.
We’re comfortable together. We’re friends and have gotten familiar with each other’s play styles.
There’s a lot we can accomplish, and I’m looking forward to my future here.
” He winked at Daisy, and all the other press gawked at her.
Her face burned, but her smile remained in place.
Connor finished his interviews and told Daisy and Roxie to wait for him in the family room so he could shower. Valentine joined them, having already cleaned up.
The room got quiet when they walked in; the faces of fifteen women and children Daisy didn’t know stared at her.
She couldn’t help but remember how she’d fucked up the last time she met the team.
Everyone in this room dressed immaculately, their hair and makeup styled to perfection, designer handbags littering the chairs and tables around the room.
Daisy felt frumpy and underdressed in comparison.
Valentine looped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her toward a petite blonde woman who held a toddler on her hip.
As they approached the woman, Valentine whispered in her ear. “This is Gwen, Harland’s wife. She’s chill. Win her over, and you’ll win over everyone else too.”
Of course he’d introduce the most important person first. Daisy didn’t prepare for this. She didn’t know how to explain her relationship yet. Roxie unsuccessfully suppressed amused laughter, the stakes for her far lower than for Daisy.
“Gwen!” Valentine said when they got close. The boy she held reached out for Valentine, who let go of Daisy to hold him. “I have someone I want you to meet.”
“Oh, Connor! You have a girlfriend? You never said anything.” Gwen spread her arms out, inviting Daisy for a hug, and Daisy stepped into the embrace, feeling awkward about the misunderstanding. Did this lady think Daisy was young enough to be dating a twenty-one-year-old?
“Oh, no.” Valentine corrected before Daisy or Roxie could step in. “This is Beanie’s girlfriend, Daisy.” He stepped back, bouncing the toddler and bringing Roxie into the circle. “And her friend Roxie. Tonight they were allowed in as press for the first time.”
Gwen seemed delighted, and Daisy breathed a sigh of relief.
Maybe this wouldn’t be a disaster. “Daisy! I’ve heard so much about you!
And it’s so exciting they invited you to come out, Harland and Connor here have been hounding PR for weeks now to get you guys media privileges.
I love your show; it sounds like you’ve whipped those boys into shape! And nice to meet you too, Roxie.”
Daisy had issues processing the information coming at her.
First off, Valentine introduced her as Connor’s girlfriend.
They hadn’t talked about it. Also, it was big news to her that Harland cared about her podcast. The last and only time she’d talked to him, he told her how much she’d fucked up with Patrick.
“Um, yeah,” she said. “They’ve been working hard.”
She sounded short and unsure, but her brain was operating at half capacity. Under normal circumstances she was great at small talk.
Gwen pressed her hand into Daisy’s shoulder, giving her a light push. “Oh, stop. They wouldn’t have gotten this far without you. All three Connors will admit that.”
She waved a hand at Valentine, who agreed with her. “True. You changed our whole season.”
Emotion rose in Daisy’s chest. These boys she’d grown so close to revered her as much as she admired them. She didn’t know how she’d conned them into thinking she was a cool person, but she’d do her best to stay in their good graces.
Harland joined them then, stealing his son from Valentine’s grasp.
“Oh Daisy! Glad to see you figured your shit out.” He transferred the boy to one arm and held out his hand to Roxie, who shook it.
“And you must be Roxie. You girls are so refreshing to listen to. It’s nice to have some press tell it like it is without making us sound useless. ”
Roxie smiled at him. “We’re big fans. I hate the negativity so many other media outlets put out. We want to highlight the players as people too, who go through real struggles and still show up for fans night after night.”
Players arrived with wet hair and gym bags thrown over their shoulders. She scanned the room for Connor but didn’t find him. She did, however, find Hazy, who hurried toward them.
“Hey! Coach pulled Beanie to talk to him real quick; he should be out soon.” Hazy gave the toddler Harland held knuckles and ruffled his hair.
None of the other players or their families paid them any mind, all of them trickling out of the room as their husbands and fathers came to collect them.
Harland patted Daisy and Roxie on the shoulders.
“It’s late, and this one,” he bounced his son on his hip, “needs to get to bed. Let’s catch up soon, okay? Maybe at the next open practice?”
Soon it was just Daisy, Roxie, Hazy, and Valentine waiting for Connor. When everyone had vacated the large couch, they sat and chatted about nothing important. When half an hour had passed, Daisy got antsy.
“Did Coach Bree say what he needed to talk to Connor about?” she asked Hazy.
“Nope, he does this sometimes. It shouldn’t be too long; Coach likes to get home to his kids.”
But time ticked away with no sign of him.