Annie huffed. She grabbed her purse off of the kitchen bar and stomped to the front door. I never moved. She yanked the door open and turned back to me. “You comin’ or am I going to have to go on this date all by myself?”

“That wouldn’t be much of a date, now would it?” I smirked. Strutting across her living room I walked passed her and onto the small front porch.

She locked her door and turned on her heel. Her mouth dropped open. “What is that?” She lifted a shaky hand and pointed to my car.

“That would be my new car.”

“That is not a car. That is sex with a steering wheel and motor. You don’t take that to soccer practice or the grocery store.” Her voice was shaky, breathy. I liked it.

“Actually this is the first place I have driven it. Just got her yesterday. I figured a beautiful woman needed a beautiful car to ride around in.”

She lifted one eyebrow and pinned my with her stare. “Oh you are good. You are so good, Mr. Tucker.”

“Funny you should say that. I think you have told me that once or twice before. But, always in a different context.” Yep, I was being cocky. I couldn’t help that all my blood flow was now in my dick. My dick was talking for me. “You ready to take a ride in my sex on wheels, as you called it?”

Her cheeks turned a little red. “If it’s anything like you then I can’t wait.”

Fuckin’ tease.

“You’re taking me on a tour of the stadium?” Annie asked, sounding somewhat uniterested.

“Yes. But it’s not just any tour. This is the Gage Tucker Tour.”

“What makes your tour so special?”

“You’ll see.” I grabbed her hand and led her through the gate. I showed her every inch of the stadium.

She was trying hard to act interested. She was standing in the middle of the locker room. Her face twisted in disgust. “What in the hell is that smell?”

I laughed. “Sweaty men.”

“Don’t y’all believe in showers and air fresheners?”

“We have a cleaning service that comes daily. I guess you just can’t kill the smell of pure male.”

“Maybe you should try some bleach. I think I’m going to vomit if we stay in here much longer.” Annie was covering her cute, wrinkled up nose.

“Fine. Come on. I have one last place to show you before we leave.”

“I hope like hell it smells better than this malodorous male stinch.”

Rolling my eyes I held onto her elbow and led us out of the locker room. “It will smell like air. So you can stop holding your breath now.”

“Can you blame me? It smelled like a urinal looks in there. I don’t care where you take me next as long as it has fresh air.” Annie glances up at me. Her blue eyes sparkling.

When we got to the field I pointed to the fifty yard line. “There.”

Annie’s eyes followed my hand. She covered her mouth with one hand and laced the fingers of her other hand with mine. Walking to the middle of the field, there was a large blanket spread out with a basket in the middle. Lining the blanket was pink and yellow rose petals. It was exactly how I wanted it.

We sat on the blanket and I pulled the basket close to us, opening the lid. I pulled out the bottle of chamagne and two flutes. Pouring us both a glass I handed her one. “To unforgetable first dates.”

She tapped my glass and smiled before taking a sip of the sweet liquid. “That smell will definitely be unforgettable. But, so far I’m having a good time.”

I reached back into the basket and pulled out a plate with strawberries, grapes, and cheese. “Would the Madame care for a delectable berry or a slice of cheese?”

Annie laughed and plucked a strawberry off the plate. “Thank you, good sir.” Instead of taking a bite of the strawberry herself she held it up to my lips.

I slowly licked my bottom lip and took a small bite. Her sudden increase in breathing didn’t get passed me. “My turn.” I grabbed a plump grape off the plate and brushed it over her lips. Just when she cracked her mouth open, I popped it into my mouth.

“Not fair!” Annie joked and shoved my shoulder.

“Okay, okay. Here.” I grabbed another grape and rubbed it on her lips. She shook her head. “Come on. I’ll play nice.” I stuck my bottom lip out.

She slightly opened her mouth and I slipped the grape in, letting my thumb graze over her bottom lip. Her eyes fluttered shut. I leaned into her and let my lips linger on hers. She tasted like perfection.

Laying her back on the blanket, I shoved my fingers into her hair. This felt right. Everything felt right with her. I let one hand wander down her body and under her dress. I slipped under her panties. She was wet. I leaned up on my knees and unbuttoned my jeans. Sliding them and my boxers down I let my throbbing cock rub against her wetness. I felt her thighs tighten against me. In one fluid motion I was inside of her. Fuck. This felt better than right. This felt like home.

I wanted to tell her I loved her. I wanted to tell her I wanted to spend the rest of my life tangled up with her. I wouldn’t, though. I was too fuckin’ scared.

I wasn’t Gage Motha Fuckin’ Tucker. I was Gage Cowardly Ass Tucker. 

23

Annie

I was pissed. I couldn’t believe Gage! That fucker actually mentioned me in his interview after I told him not to. I was going to kill him. Opening my car door I got out, slamming it shut.

Stomping across the practice field parking lot, I walked up the steps. Flinging the door open, I made my way down the hallway toward the locker room. Those men were about to get the surprise of a lifetime.

Coming to the locker room door I didn’t bother knocking. I shoved the door open and stepped in. They had Metallica blaring through the speakers. Glancing around I saw men in towels, men in boxers, men in nothing, then my eyes landed on Gage. He was leaning against a locker, his arms crossed at his chest, talking to Trent.

Huffing, I made a b-line straight for him. I could hear all the men hooting and hollering, but I paid them no attention. One guy even called out, “Watch out Tucker. Your woman is hot.” I’m not sure if he meant piss off hot or the way I looked hot, I didn’t care. I was on a mission. I had no plans of stopping until Gage was dead or bowing down calling me queen.

Gage turned his head to see what all the fuss was about. When his eyes met with mine I could see that damn smirk set in place. Not taking his eyes off me he said something to Trent. Trent turned to wink at me. He laughed and patted Gage’s shoulder before walking away.

I stopped just in front of Gage and glared. “How dare you! I told you not to mention me. Then to call me your lady luck. You made me sound like a total slut.”

“Well, what the fuck are you? We both know fucking is what we do best.” Gage caught me off guard and kissed me.

What did I come in here for? Oh yeah, for making me sound like a whore.

Putting my hands on his chest I pushed him back. Raising on my tippy toes so I was eye to eye with Gage I said, “You know a guy like you should wear a damn warning.” Grabbing his t-shirt I fisted it and shoved him back a little.

Gage grabbed my arm and yanked me through a door and around the corner. Pressing me up against the wall, he placed his hands beside my head and dropped his head so his lips were brushing my ear. “Baby turning you on is just too damn fun. I may be a bad influence sweetheart, but fuck, I’m fun.”

“Gage we are in the locker room. Your team is on the other side of this very thin wall.”

Raising an eyebrow, Gage dropped his voice even lower and breathed into my ear, “I don’t give a fuck. I want you up against the wall. I’m about to do very dirty things to you. Let them hear you. I want them to know you’re mine.”

Sucking in a breath, my eyes widened. “Is there ever a time you don’t want it?”

Gage’s gorgeous face formed into a wide grin. “With you, never. I could fuck you all day long and still not get enough.”

Gage never took his eyes from mine as he leaned over and pushed in the lock on the door. Hearing the click of the lock, I watched as Gage’s eyes turned to a stormy blue. The same way they always did when he was turned on. Which seemed a constant with him. Pressing his body to mine Gage ran his hand from my shoulder down my arm and to my hip. He slipped his hand under the waistband of my skirt and into my panties.

“For someone who is so worried about people on the other side of the wall, you sure are wet.” Gage crooned as he slid a finger into my hot, wet center.

Letting my head fall back, I gripped onto Gage’s broad shoulders as he used his fingers to tease me.

Pulling his hand from my skirt he placed his arm around my waist, lifting me off the ground so I could wrap my legs around him. He pushed my skirt up and shoved my panties to the side. Using one hand he lowered his gym shorts and boxers, letting his large, throbbing erection free.