On His Turf (15 page)
“Can you tone it down a bit, babe?” he asks me nicely enough but it sounds forced. Either way I nod my agreement and wave him off but when a remix of Notorious B.I.G.’s ‘Back to Cali’ comes on I’m right back out there dancing with one of the midfielders who’s name I think is Oliver. He grabs my hips and I move with him to the beat. Oliver laughs and spins me around so we are face to face, then slides his sweaty arms around my waist. I open my mouth to tell him how much I love this song when I’m suddenly being yanked off the dance floor.
“Hey!” I cry out as I try to twist away from Shane but he has me locked in a vice-grip. He does speak as he drags me down the hall and when he locates the door he’s looking for he pushes me inside and locks it behind us. I look around to see that we are in one of the small bathrooms with only a single sink and toilet inside of it. One wall is exposed brick and the other three walls have been painted dark blue. Shane is standing a few paces in front of me and the look on his face has me backing up into the cold cement wall. Before I can speak his hand comes up to circle loosely around my neck.
“Who did you come here with?” he asks in a voice that sounds dangerously low.
“You,” I say breathlessly.
“And who do you belong to?”
“That is a ridiculous question,” I bite out and his hand tightens ever-so-slightly around my neck - not enough that it hurts but enough that I am completely at his mercy.
“Don’t test me, Carmelina. Whose are you?” he asks again, rephrasing the question.
“Let me guess…yours?” I say sarcastically because I honestly don’t know where he’s going with this.
“Mine.” He uses his free hand to tug my t-shirt up so it’s bunched around my neck then he yanks down the cups of my bra so my breasts spill out. The movement leaves me trussed up by the lacy material and he takes the opportunity to bite down on each of my nipples in turn.
“I’m going to burn this shirt when we get home,” he growls and I instantly realize my blunder. I guess
Property of Austin United
could be interpreted in a pervy way as Marco implied but his attitude still pisses me off.
“I guess next time I’ll have to get one that reads ‘Property of Shane Mitchell’,” I say angrily and he bites down hard on one nipple in response.
“You bet your sweet ass you will. I’ll say it again, Carmelina. Mine. Do you understand?”
His lips crash down on mine at the same time his hands unbutton my shorts and push them down my legs. As I step out of them he grabs a handful of my lacy underwear and tears them right off before driving into me in one hard thrust. I moan deeply as he moves inside of me because he’s not holding back anything. My head bangs into the cold wall as he fucks me hard and calls out my name.
“Do you understand?” he growls again and I moan my agreement.
“I understand!”
I make a noise of protest as he slides out of me but his hands quickly drop to my hips.
“Turn around and hold on to the sink,” he commands. I’m hesitant to comply because I’m not sure what he has planned but there’s no using in trying to reason with him right now so I turn and he immediately drops to his knees. He spreads my ass cheeks wide and brings his face up to lave at my wet center, working his tongue and his fingers in tandem until I’m literally seeing stars and screaming out his name. I can barely keep a hold of the sink as he moves back up my body and slams his cock into me from behind. I’ve never been a huge fan of doggy-style but the way he’s holding both of my braids in one of his hands and reaching around to play with my clit with the other has me quickly building toward another climax.
“You’d better hang on tight, babe, because I’m about to make you so sore. I want you to feel me all day tomorrow so you remember exactly who’s you are,” he growls as he drives into me. His words push me over the edge and I’m coming again even longer than the last time, riding crest after crest until I hear him follow me with a pained groan and a shudder. His head flops forward on to my back as he attempts to catch his breath. Neither of us speaks for a moment but when he finally does his voice is much gentler.
“Thank you, babe. When I say Oliver with his hands on you I guess I just kind of lost it,” he says a little sheepishly as he pulls out of me. He tucks himself back into his boxers and straightens his jeans.
I look at my own underwear on the floor only to see that they are a lost cause so I fix my bra instead and step back into my shorts. Once I’m fully dressed I stand up on my tiptoes to plant a kiss on his mouth and he looks surprised by the gesture.
“It’s only okay because that was kind of hot. I think I like jealous you,” I tease as I wrap my arms around his waist.
“Well I don’t think I like him. I swear I was almost ready to club you over the head and drag you off. Every instinct in my body was telling me to get you away from him.”
“My poor little caveman,” I pout, stretching up to give him another kiss. “Seriously though, how many people do you think heard that?” I ask.
“Probably everyone,” he says and he looks so proud that I have to laugh.
“I take it that you weren’t shy as a child,” I joke as he pulls me under his arm. He’s definitely a lot calmer exiting the bathroom than he was entering it when we reach the main room we are met by an embarrassing round of applause. Lucky for us the Coaches and Trainers are already gone and most of the other guys seem too wasted to remember any of this. Most of them except Marco that is.
“That was quite a show you two,” he shouts at Shane over the way-too inappropriately timed Montell Jordan song ‘This is How We Do It’. “So tell me Mitchell, do I get to fuck her in the bathroom now that you’re done?” Marco adds.
My face turns red and there’s an audible gasp from the table as Marco turns to them, laughing at his own crude joke. When he turns back around to face us the last thing I see is Shane’s fist flying out and catching Marco right in the face.
Shane is standing out on the sidewalk in handcuffs while I watch the red and blue lights of the police car flash from the window. I tried to get outside but the responding officer wouldn’t let me. Apparently the bar has a zero tolerance policy for fighting while resulted in two squad cars and an ambulance arriving in less than five minutes. I cringe as I watch another spectator raise their camera phone in the air because I know that as soon as the press gets a whiff of this it will be all over the internet. It doesn’t seem to matter to what degree you are famous since infamy seems to follow everyone these days.
One of the uniformed officers outside is speaking to Shane who’s nodding his head in agreement. Marco is leaned against the ambulance and swatting away the EMT who is trying to wipe the blood off of his nose. From the police and medical presence you’d think someone had been shot rather than punched in the face one time. I hold my breath and the officer grabs Shane by the arm and I think he’s going to load him into the back of the cruiser but instead he turns him around and takes off the cuffs. Shane rubs his wrists and looks around in a panic. I knock on the window and he instantly calms when he sees me. One of the squad cars and the ambulance pull away and now that most of the drama is passed the bar patrons are abandoning their posts at the windows and returning to their seats. Marco approaches Shane and they have a short but heated conversation before Marco stalks off into the night. Shane comes back in but he’s only allowed inside long enough to collect his things.
We take a cab back to the hotel in silence and I can still feel the wired energy radiating off him. He’s wound up tight and I don’t want to make things any worse than they already are so I keep my mouth shut. We ride the elevator up to our floor and he inserts the key card. When the door opens I see that Coach O’Brien is already there waiting for him in one of the high-backed chairs by the window.
“How’d you get in my room?” Shane says, throwing the key card down on the desk.
“The Salt Lake City Police Department woke me up with a very interesting call. You want to explain yourself?”
“Not really. Hurtado was being a dick as usual but we sorted it out.”
“He’s not pressing charges,” Coach O’Brien says matter-of-factly.
“I know.”
“You’re on probation with the team.” Coach crosses his arms over his chest. “Any more incidents like this and I can put you on the bench permanently.”
“Fair enough,” Shane says, the muscle in his jaw jumping as he clenches his teeth.
“You should also know that the disciplinary committee will likely issue a suspension after the media gets a hold of this. Probably for at least two games.”
“Got it,” he answers tightly and Coach whistles through his teeth before running a hand through his white hair.
“Son, you are one of the best, if not the best, players I have but you have to control your temper. You can’t be having physical altercations with your team mates - what does that say to the rest of the team?”
“I said I’ve got it,” he snaps.
“This is why we don’t bring our personal lives into the game,” Coach O’Brien adds as he gets to his feet. His eyes cut to me and I shrink against the wall while wishing I could somehow just disappear right into it.
“This isn’t her fault,” Shane argues but I know that he’s wrong. It is my fault. If I didn’t get him so riled up by dancing with Oliver and if Marco wasn’t deliberately using me to push his buttons none of this would have happened.
“I’m only saying that you need to keep your priorities straight,” Coach says over his shoulder as he opens the door and steps out into the hall. Shane slams it behind him and whirls around to face me. His hands are in fists by his sides and he looks so lost and angry that my instinctual response is to pull him into my arms. He stiffens under me but I don’t let go and eventually his body relaxes into mine.
“This is my fault, Shane. I’m so sorry. I should never have come,” I say as a treacherous tear slides down my cheek. His hands come up to cradle my face and he kisses away the moisture.
“It isn’t. The way he spoke to you was unacceptable and I’d do it all over again if given the chance but you should know that Marco and I have issues that go way back. Truth told I enjoyed hitting him. I did it for me.”
I suspect that he’s only trying to make me feel better but it makes me smile anyway. “You really don’t like him do you?”
“I really don’t,” he says, dropping his head so he can kiss my nose. “Please don’t cry for me babe; it kills me to see you hurt.”
“I’m not crying,” I say, pulling away so I can wipe at my damp cheeks.
“You are mine and I protect what’s mine. No one is allowed to speak to you like that. Do you get where I’m coming from?” he asks and instead of answering I take his hand and lead him over to the bed. He eyes me curiously as I pull my red shirt over my head and slip off my shorts, leaving me standing in only my bra since he destroyed my panties earlier. I slowly untangle my hair from the braids and let it fall around my shoulders, then I reach back to unclip my bra.
“What are you doing?” he asks, swallowing hard.
“Shh…” I press my finger against his soft lips and trace my hands down his chest until they rest on his belt buckle. I slowly slide it from the loops and work the button on his jeans free before dragging them, along with his boxers, down his legs and kneeling on the floor. His impressive length springs free and I see that he’s already hard. I’m eye level with his cock and his hands come down to caress my breasts as I take all of his girth into my mouth. I lick my tongue around the tip and scrape with my teeth and he hisses out a breath.
“You don’t have to…” he starts but I hum my protest against him and he lets out a pained groan as I take him even further into my mouth. I can feel the back of his legs shaking and I love the power I have over him in this position. I stroke the length of him with my hand and suck hard, bringing my mouth down as far as it can go until he’s almost touching the back of my throat. I gag once then relax my throat so that I can take all of him in and he strokes my hair and whispers my name.
“Oh my God, babe, your mouth feels so good,” he gasps and I stroke my hand down to cup his balls at the same time I work my mouth up and down. “You are fucking amazing but you have to stop because I’m going to come.” His deep voice rumbles from his chest and he starts to pull back but I grab his ass and take him deeper into my mouth. I suck even harder and hear him grunt as I feel the warm fluid spill down the back of my throat. I know that he’s finished when his body stops jerking and he slips out of my mouth. He falls back on the bed and I flop down beside him, propping myself up on my arm. He has his tattooed arm slung over his face and he peeks out from under it to look at me.
“Where did you come from?” he says in an awed-sounding voice.
“Texas, baby,” I joke as he pulls my naked body against his fully clothed one. He looks exhausted so I sneak out from under him to turn off the lights before returning to his arms. I watch his perfect face in the moonlight as it starts to relax and as his eyes drift closed.
“Yep. I definitely know what my priorities are,” he says through a yawn and I slide down the bed to take off his shoes and socks. When I come back up to the pillow I see that he’s out cold. As I watch him sleep it hits me just how far I’ve come with this man in a very short time. I’m afraid to think the word let alone say it out loud especially since I’ve only said it to two people in my life before - Matty and my mother. I’m starting to worry that what’s happening between us is a lot more than simply taking it day by day. My gut clenches and my heart leaps into my throat when I finally admit to myself that I might be falling in love.
I’ve only been back at work a day and I’m buried deep in it so when Shane calls I’m more abrupt than usual with him on the phone. If it bothers him he doesn’t let on but instead plows ahead with his plans for the evening.
“I want you to meet my family. Tonight,” he says and I’m rendered speechless. He doesn’t say anything either but I can hear him breathing on the other end of the line. I bite down on my lip hard as the butterflies start churning in my stomach.
