FOOTBALL ROMANCE: SECRET BABY ROMANCE: Going Pro (Bad Boy Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Sports Romance) (15 page)

They ambled into the house sure of themselves and hung their jackets neatly over the staircase banister. Lawrence peered around the room and then put his ice blue eyes back on me.

“Where’s your father?”

If I had to guess, Lawrence was approaching 60 in age. His hair was mostly gray with an endearing patch of brown still holding strong in the front along his edges. His strong chin held a five o’clock shadow, and he stood with his hands in his pocket, extenuating his lean figure. Unlike my dad, Lawrence routinely exercised. My dad told me Lawrence tried to convince him to go swimming with him at least once a month and every time my dad said no. He was shorter than my dad by a hair, maybe five eleven and carried his age well. His body screamed youth and the gray hair only adding mystique. He reminded me of Pierce Brosnan with his lined forehead and suntanned skin.

Brett, on the other hand, was the shortest of them all but the most muscular. He regularly exercised as well, preferring weights to swimming and was an investor of some sort. I never saw him in anything other than a suit and tie. His bald head made him look at least five years younger. Thick brown eyebrows surrounded his brown eyes, and his wide smile was topped with a thick brown mustache.

All of them were retired and did God knows what with all their free time.

“He’s asleep,” I said, closing the door and pulling my robe tight. No need in flashing people unnecessarily. The chill of the night affected me. Though brief, my nipples stood at attention through the soft material. I tried to cross my arms to cover.

“He told me to wake him when you came, but you know how he sleeps. I think it’ll just be best if you guys came back tomorrow.”

They had already made themselves comfortable on the couch, and while Brett turned on the television, Lawrence watched me. His gaze felt physical. I could feel him taking in every inch of me.

“Well, we already drove all the way out here. We can at least sit and talk with you,” Brett said, not taking his eyes from the baseball recaps.

“Besides, we haven’t seen you in how long? It's nice to catch up now that you’re all grown up.”

“Ok,” I said shrugging. I wasn’t tired and all that I had planned for the night was reading on my Kindle, this seemed more entertaining. “Let me just go up and change,” I said turning.

“Don’t change on our account. You’re at home. You should be comfortable. We’re the one's intruding,” Lawrence said.

I paused, hovering at the first step. I was more comfortable in my robe. If there was one thing I wasn’t ashamed of, it was my body. I was by no means fat and although I rarely dated I knew my way around a man’s body and my own. I chose to wear baggy clothes at school, preferring to study and not be distracted by relationships or the gossip in the honors dorm, but at home, I preferred to let it all hang out.

“Ok. But let’s go downstairs. That’s where all the alcohol is, I could go for a glass of wine.”

They agreed, and we descended the stairs. The basement had a few new features since I’d last visited. The ugly shag carpet had been replaced with wood. There was now a pool table and a small table behind that for cards. The TV was bigger, and the walls down here were covered with pictures of cars. There were none of me, thank God. I wasn’t the vain type, and I was tired of seeing my face everywhere. The shelves suspended on the wall by the TV were extended for video game systems and more DVDs. All in all, typical man cave. I went to the bar as they sat on the opposite ends of the couch.

“What can I get you, gentlemen?” I asked, knowing my way around a bar. The summer before my 21
^st
birthday party, I asked my friends to teach me all about alcohol, so I wouldn’t be embarrassed when I could legally drink. They spent a weekend teaching me what they liked to drink and how to make it. I could make a few things.

“Scotch on the rocks.”

“Hennessey.”

“Coming right up,” I said, bending over to get what I needed from the small refrigerator.

The men turned something sports related onto the television, and I delivered their drinks then sat between them once I had a glass of red wine. Once seated, they both turned to me.

“So Ms. V, you must tell us what you’ve been up to,” Brett said.

“Well, you know, college. Double major in psychology and sociology.”

“Oh really? Have you chosen a focus?” Lawrence asked.

“Yea, I’m really into behavioral psychology,” I said smiling.

“What’s that?” Brett asked.

“Basically knowing behaviors and the conditioning that causes them.”

“Sounds interesting.”

“Know what you plan to do with all that?” Lawrence asked.

I shrugged. “I don’t. Not yet, anyways. For now, I’m just focused on finishing.”

Lawrence nodded before downing his drink. “I can understand that. Nothing wrong with waiting to make decisions.” He stood with his empty glass, “would you like a refill?”

I hadn’t realized how thirsty I was. I handed him my cup as an offering. “Yes please.”

It was nice, relaxing, not having any obligations or worries. I rarely did that anymore. Brett scooted closer and put his hand on my bare thigh. My robe had ridden up, and his hand warmed my skin.

“You have bloomed into a beautiful young woman Vanessa.” I smiled at his compliment.

“Are you saying I was ugly before?” I joked, noting the intensity of his gaze.

“Not at all,” he said, shaking his head no, “merely a child.”

“I second that,” Lawrence said, setting our drinks down on the end table, and I noted his use of coasters. He scooted closer and caressed my cheek. “You’re as lovely as a rose.”

“I’ve had a few years to grow up. In that time, I learned a few things.”

“Did you now?” Brett said scooting closer to play with the drying ends of my wet and wavy hair. “Like what?”  He asked, slipping his hands into my hair. If there was one thing I loved, it was a head massage.

I felt my head fall forward, making room for his hand.

“Like how to put on makeup and eat better. You can’t live on take out menus, you know?”

They both murmured in agreement.

“I learned how to make all the boys want me and how to make them beg,” I moaned out the last part. I had been joking, but it came out as a seductive whisper. “That feels amazing,” I whimpered.

“I would like to make you feel better,” Lawrence whispered in my ear, and I could feel his hard flesh pressing into my hip.

The wine was slowing my reactions but heating my inhibitions. I fantasized about these men for years as a teen. I wasn’t going to say no now that I had my chance.

“Let me make you feel like a woman,” he said and I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning. As soon as I nodded, his hands slipped through the small gap of my robe to pinch my hard nipple.

Brett stood, and I felt the pressure release on the couch cushions. His hands never left my scalp as he walked behind the couch to stand behind me. One hand in my hair, the other reached down to untie my robe. I was exposed and vulnerable before both men and delirious with excitement. Brett massaged the breast Lawrence wasn’t teasing.

“Stand up,” Lawrence whispered and I obeyed.  He pulled the robe from my arms and turned me around.

I may not have time for a relationship, but that did not mean I wasn’t having sex. I enjoyed the casual fling, and since I never knew when I would have time for it, my pussy stayed bald. Hair could be such a nuisance, but I made time for my monthly wax.

“You’re beautiful.” Lawrence said.

“Do you know what I see?” Brett said, untying his tie.

I shook my head no, trembling slightly at both men’s intense stares.

“Silk hair, soft, creamy skin, round natural breasts, perky pink nipples, a smooth stomach and a pussy worth eating.” I felt myself grow moist at his words. “Let me see if it tastes as good as it looks,” he said, dropping to his knees. 

My eyes couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Mr. Martin, Brett, the man that let me paint his nails when he babysat me was on his knees with his face in the crevice of my thighs worshiping my body. I opened my legs, and he dove in. Brett moaned like he was getting head while Lawrence undressed. I didn’t know where to look. Down at the men on his knees or up at the man unbuttoning his pants. Lawrence took off his black shirt and let his pants fall quickly. He was a boxer’s man. I wondered which one Brett was. I didn’t have time to wonder because of the electricity seizing my brain. Brett knew how to use his tongue. The years of experience worked in my favor as I held onto his bald head. My head was thrown back as I tried to breathe deeply. I whimpered and when he stuck his pinkie in my ass, I came undone. Lawrence was behind me to catch me.

He sat on the couch and pulled me onto his lap while Brett undressed. He kissed up my left arm and down my cleavage leaving my sensitive skin tingling. Then he lifted my heavy breasts to his mouth, and I hissed on contact while he bit softly on the hardened buds. Brett was chiseled underneath his suit. His chest was colored with light hair along his pecs and dark hair creased the inside of his abs and lined his belly button down to his briefs. I could already see evidence of his erection and licked my lips in anticipation.

Since Lawrence was already seated, I stood and bent over to kiss the head of his penis. Just before I swallowed him, I looked over my shoulder to catch Brett’s eyes.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” I said and then bounced my little ass in the air as an invitation. I never had a threesome before, but I didn’t want Brett to feel left out. My walls were clenched with need. Brett had started something I needed him to finish. Both men groaned at the same time. I took Lawrence in as far as he could go, gagging on his length and then stroked him firmly.

“Do you like this?” I asked, wanting to please him.

He nodded, and I pushed his legs further apart so I could cup his balls while I relaxed my gag reflect. He stroked my cheek with his thumb. Brett slid into me with no warning, and I gasped as his large cock filled me completely, stretching my walls to the limit. I whimpered on Lawrence’s dick as the sensation of Brett ricocheted through my body. It was almost more than I could take. Almost. I sucked Lawrence to the tempo Brett set, focused on making Lawrence come. When I massaged his balls and swirled my tongue as I increased pressure, he pleaded, “Harder” and lifted his hips to meet my face. His fingers twitched in my hair, and I could tell he struggled to keep control. I used leverage from the back of the couch to throw it back to Brett as hard as possible. I wanted it hard and fast.

“Oh, fuck me,” Brett hissed, grabbing my waist tightly.

I felt the beads of pre-cum in my mouth and wanted more. I used my hands, pumping his base and my mouth struggled to hold on to his head. His hands fisted my hair, and he slammed me down on his dick twice, gagging me and pleasuring me at the same time before he erupted down my throat. I eagerly swallowed it all, thankful for the opportunity. My eagerness did not stop at swallowing, and I used the relief in my mouth to strengthen my own thrusts. Brett came apart and combusted with long hard thrusts. Thankfully, I was on the pill. I could only breathe to the rhythm of the pleasure. It felt good. Nothing else mattered but the pleasure inside me, over me, around me, and under me. All our breaths mingled together hard, shallow and fast. We collapsed on the couch.

“That. Was. Unbelievable.” I panted.

Both men were sweaty and unable to speak. When we were able to pick ourselves up, we dressed in comforted silence. I felt no reason to be ashamed, and it seemed that we were all comfortable with what occurred.

“I don’t have to mention that daddy better not hear about this. Right?” I asked, clinging to my robe.

“Hell no.” “Absolutely not.” They said together.

“Good, then neither of you will mind if we do that again before I finish my break. Right?” I asked.

Brett tilted his head back, looking at the ceiling, “there is a God.” He was so dramatic, and Lawrence and I laughed at his antics. They both lived nearby.

“Just name the time and the place,” Lawrence said, always mysterious and intense. Both men lived alone. Brett was divorced with a daughter who was married and had kids of her own. Lawrence had never married and always lived alone.

“As soon as possible,” I smirked at their responses. “That was fun.”

They nodded, fully dressed and walked up the stairs. “I’ll tell Daddy you’ll see him tomorrow night for poker and then the day after that I’ll meet you both at Brett’s. If I remember correctly, he lives closer and has the bigger bed.”

I woke up deliciously sore and stretched with a smile. I had always been excited to go to my dad’s friends’ houses. They always gave me candy and let me stay up past my bedtime. Now I could look forward to them giving me something else even better. I just had to get through today. I showered and had every intention of going to the mall. Lingerie was a must. They already saw me naked but that didn’t mean I couldn’t give them something to appreciate the next time. I made breakfast for my dad, and we ate together in silence.

“You know, ever since your mom died from cancer, I’ve been trying to be better about my health.”

“Really dad? I didn’t know. You rarely go the gym. You eat out every time I’m home. How do you plan to be healthier?

He laughed at my criticism. “I don’t eat this way all the time sweetheart.”

“Oh really, then who cooks when I’m not around.”

I could tell this was a setup by the way his face looked. “Well, that’s what I wanted to tell you. I’ve been dating someone.”

His words lingered in the air between us, and I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to respond. On one hand, I was happy for my dad. I did worry about him being alone, and I knew I wouldn’t always be around to help him. On the other hand, I didn’t know how to feel about him hiding women from me.

“That’s great dad. How long have you been dating?”

“It’s still new, and I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but now that it’s been a few months, I wanted to get your opinion.”

“I think, anything that makes my favorite guy happy gets my approval.”