Dirty Players, #1

  Dirty Players

  Part 1

  By

  Stephanie Brother

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  Thanks for checking out my new release. This is book one and is a short teaser for the Dirty Players series:

  Book #1 - Dirty Players

  Book #2 - The Running Back Baby

  Book #3 - The Quarterback’s Child - Coming soon!

  They are all standalone novels(apart from book 1), which can be read in any order.

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  This is the perfect tease of Howard and Zoe's story!! It's full of heat and I'm looking forward to seeing how their connection grows.

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  About Dirty Players...

  Howard Field had a bad reputation.

  Too many women.

  Booze.

  Drugs and none of the credentials required for a football team player.

  He decided that quickies were too short for him and he wanted something more permanent. I didn’t want the bad boy to get up close and personal. Up close was fine, but personal was another matter.

  My head kept telling me to stay away and for some reason, I went on a date with him. I started to like him a little too much, and I knew one thing for sure, this running back was nothing but trouble. I decided that life was too short, let the trouble begin...

  Author's Note:

  This is a teaser and ends on a cliffhanger for the Dirty Players series.

  Chapter One

  Zoe

  I stormed down the hall of the Southern Eagles training complex, feeling irritation clawing at my mind. My annoyance was held at bay, for now, only because things had gone as I’d expected. I was so preoccupied, I bumped into someone. He caught me as I stumbled, and I wanted to apologize, until I lifted my head and saw that smirking face. I froze, staring at him in surprise.

  “Hey, Zoe.”

  I gaped. “Howard! What the hell are you doing here?”

  Glancing around, I grabbed his arm and tugged him out of the way. My first instinct was to hide him. If he got caught here with me, he would be in some serious trouble.

  He just smirked. “I came to show my dedication for the sport, of course, Zoe. That, and I missed you, so I wanted to come see you.”

  “Did it have to be here of all places, though?” I hissed.

  He laughed. “Maybe I wanted to see how you look while you work.”

  If that was what he came here for, he was going to be sorely disappointed. I didn’t have any work today, so I’d planned to stop by somewhere to eat and go home for some alone time to get over my bad mood. Then Howard just casually walked in and shocked me out of it.

  “You should try and think of your situation a bit more. You do realize what could happen to you if you get caught, right?”

  He’d been letting me pull him behind me, but then his body suddenly went still, and I was jerked to a stop. With a hungry growl, he tugged me closer, whirling me around and kissing me before I had time to complain. I froze for a second, before pressing my hands to his chest. I wanted to push him away, but he bit down on my lip, causing me to gasp, and his tongue swept into my mouth. He kissed me, until I forgot what I’d been thinking before, pulling away only when we both needed to breathe, resting his forehead against mine.

  “Do you remember what I said, about why I came here?” He murmured, lips brushing against mine with every word.

  I shuddered, a moan escaping my throat as I dug my nails into his biceps. There was something he’d said, what was it again?

  “Dedication?” I blurted.

  He chuckled. “Exactly, Zoe. My dedication. Should I show you?”

  Somehow, I didn’t think he was talking about football.

  He released me, and I was so startled I blinked my eyes open, then wondered when I’d let them close. Howard wasn’t done yet, though. He grabbed my hand and tugged me behind him, headed for the locker rooms.

  “Howard?”

  If he heard me, he didn’t indicate it.

  As soon as the door closed behind us, I found myself pressed up against it, and a hard, male body plastered to my front. Soft lips slanted over mine, and I tried to resist for a second, because there was something important, I was supposed to remember. I couldn’t remember, though, because I was too busy melting into the hot kiss with a moan, parting my lips for the tongue that licked at the seam of my mouth.

  The kiss was slow and languid, almost lazy, but it quickly grew heated. We shouldn’t be doing this in the locker room. Even though no one was supposed to be around, that didn’t mean we could take our time here. Still, I didn’t push him away and ask him to wait until later. He wouldn’t want to wait, and if I was honest, I didn’t want to wait, either.

  Howard Field had a way of driving me crazy to the point I forgot myself. This was a problem, but most of the time, it felt damn good.

  Our lips broke off for air after a minute, and I blinked my eyes to look up at Howard. Unlike a lot of the other guys on the team, he was only an inch taller than me at five foot eight, but that worked just fine for me. I didn’t have to wear heels around him because I hated the damn things, though he had told me one time that it would be hot if I wore heels taller than an inch, because then I’d be taller than him. The idea had merit, me looking down on him for once would be interesting, too bad I really hated heels.

  “We really shouldn’t be doing this here,” I gasped when his lips moved to my neck.

  “Is anyone else coming in here?” He asked.

  I shook my head and took a deep breath. “No, but someone could.”

  It was off-season, so there shouldn’t be anyone from the team in the building, but I’d just finished having a meeting with my dad, so the building wasn’t entirely empty. Also, it wasn’t locked to any relevant parties, and the guys could show up whenever they liked just to use the facilities. We were alone, but there
was no guarantee we wouldn’t get caught.

  “We should go,” I said, weakly trying to push him away. I’d remembered why this was a bad idea. My body burned for him. I didn’t want to stop and look for somewhere else to do this, but it really would be bad if we got caught. “You need to stop thinking only with your dick. I will walk away if you don’t.”

  He tightened his arms around my waist, and I wondered when they’d slipped around me. Then he smirked at me and leaned down the one inch separating us to kiss me breathless, before resting his forehead against mine.

  “As if you even could walk away,” he said with a chuckle. “Besides, I thought you like me thinking with my dick.”

  He rocked his hips against mine as he licked a stripe up my neck, and I gasped, head tilting back against the door, feeling his erection pressing into my hip. Even with common sense, I couldn’t hold back the heat growing between my thighs. I wanted him.

  “Don’t worry, though. I know how a quickie works. I haven’t seen you in a few days, so this won’t take long.”

  His taunt about how I couldn’t walk away sent a shiver down my body, and it wasn’t all arousal. It was true, and I knew it, while a part of me hated it. When I first met him, I never thought I would be interested in him as more than a member of the team, but I was wrong, so wrong. My attraction to him came out of left field, and it had been a surprise that he felt the same, but he was good at throwing me off my game, and somehow, we ended up like this.

  We’d been messing around for the past six weeks, and I just couldn’t seem to stop.

  Howard kissed me, and my thoughts slipped away. With a groan, I grabbed onto him, tugging at his clothes, his hair, anything I could get my hands on. His body was rocking gently against mine, and I could feel his erection pressing against me over and over. Warmth washed between my legs as I throbbed, and I wanted him inside me.

  The old, sensible me would have been horrified over even thinking about fucking in the team’s locker room. It sounded like the plot to a porn flick but being around Howard so much wasn’t helping my reasoning.

  I tugged on his hair, growing impatient. “Would you hurry up already?”

  Howard chuckled. “I promised a quickie, but I’d like to have some fun first, if you don’t mind.”

  I growled and bit down on his chin, and he just chuckled some more, though the sound was a bit strained. He put up a good front, but he had to be straining in his jeans. Then one of his hands cupped my breast, and even through my clothes, I gasped and arched into him, wanting more of his touches, his kisses.

  His hands slid beneath my top and I shivered as he touched my skin. He slid my top up, then ducked his head to press a kiss on my breast above my bra. Taking the fabric between his teeth, he tugged it lower, then flicked his tongue on my exposed nipple. He wrapped his lips around me and sucked. I groaned, taking his hand in mine, and I pushed it down to press between my thighs. I was in a skirt today, and it was easy enough to work the fabric up to my waist and I spread my legs. I pressed his hand between my thighs and rocked against his palm. Even through my wet panties, his touch felt amazing.

  “Howard!” I gasped.

  He rolled my nipple between his teeth and I gasped, a shudder working its way through my body. He tugged on the peak, and the touch was just on the edge of hurt, but it felt too good. I had to slap a hand over my mouth to hold back a cry.

  “Don’t do that,” Howard growled, nipping the back of my hand. “I want to hear you.”

  I glared at him, probably ineffective with my flushed face and panting breaths. “What if someone else hears?”

  He pressed his lips back to mine as he ran his palm over me through my panties, the movement rough though it sent a jolt through my body. I whined, the sound muffled in his kiss, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back ferociously.

  Finally, he slid my panties down over my hips. I squirmed, feeling the lace slide down my thighs. I raised one foot to slip it off, leaving it around my other ankle as I wrapped my leg around Howard’s hip. I ran my hands down over his chest as I sucked on his tongue until I got to the waistband of his jeans. My fingers touched his belt, and I quickly undid it then opened his fly. Howard did nothing to help, his lips moving from mine to pay some attention to my neck, but he didn’t stop me, either. I nudged his tight jeans a bit lower on his hips so I could get to his cock, rubbing him through his briefs.

  “Fuck, Zoe,” he panted, nipping his way up my neck. “Touch me, just like that.”

  I reached into the waistband of his briefs to take hold him, and I felt his cock jerk in my hand at the touch of my skin. I wasn’t sure, but I thought he swelled a little bigger. His lips returned to mine as I stroked his cock a couple times. I hiked my leg higher on his hip and guided his cock to my sex.

  “Mm.”

  Letting out a moan, I tilted my head back against the door, eyes closed in bliss as the head of his cock rubbed against my clit. I rolled my hips, letting out a whimper of pleasure. Howard held me beneath my thigh and rocked his hips against mine, holding me wide open for him. If he wasn’t bracing me against the door with his body, I was sure I’d have ended up on the floor already.

  Then, I guided the head of his cock a little lower until he was nudging at my entrance. He rocked his hips into me as I arched up, and he slid inside me.

  “Oh!”

  I wrapped my arms back around his shoulders and squirmed. Howard got what I wanted, and he started to move, pulling his hips back, his cock sliding out of me, then slowly sliding back in. I dug my nails into his shoulders, the friction as his cock slid in and out of my body sending little shocks of pleasure through me. He palmed my breast, his other arm wrapped around my waist, and played with my nipple, the speed and pacing of his thrusts increasing until he was fucking me against the door.

  Crap.

  The door was sturdy, but with every thrust, he pushed me up against the door, causing it to rattle. If anyone walked down the hall outside, they would know someone was in here, even if I could keep quiet. Fuck, they’d be able to guess what we were doing, too, then we’d both get in trouble for using the teams’ facilities for personal play.

  It wasn’t as if I’d been a virgin before I met Howard. I’d had a few relationships, too, and they all ended in dissatisfaction. I was twenty-six, after all. Somehow, though, Howard got to me. He brought out reactions in me that I’d never felt before, and no matter how many times we did this, I never got bored of it. He was the only man who could have coerced me into doing something this stupid, this reckless.

  I really shouldn’t like it nearly as much as I did. We could get caught, but instead of being afraid, I couldn’t help some excitement, because I’d always been a good little girl, but I was doing something I never would have done even a month ago.

  “Come on,” I gasped. I rocked against him. The pleasure shuddering through my body wasn’t nearly enough. With him, I always wanted more. “Howard, fuck, harder!”

  He growled, nipping at my lips, slamming into me even harder with every thrust. He kissed me roughly, muffling the howl that wanted to spill from me, and I let out a whimper into his mouth.

  “Come,” I growled. “Come in... in me. Make me come.”

  “Whatever you say, baby,” he purred between panting breaths.

  His hand grabbed my ass cheek, his thrusts slowing for a second as he angled me, and my hands flexed on his shoulders when I almost lost my footing. Then, he was fucking into me, his cock sliding even deeper inside me, and I felt my body shudder.

  I growled as I came, and Howard buried his face in my shoulder, letting out a grunt as I felt my insides grow hot from his come. My walls convulsed around him greedily, sucking him dry, until I could feel come sliding down my thigh. It tickled. We slumped against the door, and I held onto Howard even as my limbs trembled. If he’d released me, I doubted I could have held myself up.

  “We need to stop doing this,” I breathed out once my body calmed down.

  Hi
s body went taut against mine, and he raised his head to meet my gaze. “Stop what?”

  I scowled. “Doing this whenever and wherever you want, you idiot! Especially in this building! If we keep going like this, Dad will find out.”

  The expression on his face cleared, and I wondered what he thought I meant. He should have been as worried about Dad finding out as I was, but he was acting as if it was a bigger threat that I’d want to stop seeing him. Besides, we’d already determined that it wasn’t easy for me to quit him or I would have done it already.

  It was a problem, though. The first time we fell into bed together, it had been at his apartment. I didn’t go there often, but he’d followed me home several times as well, which was way more dangerous. We were trying to keep everything quiet, because it would mean trouble if the rest of the team, and my dad, found out about our little trysts.

  After all, Dad was the head coach, and he just happened to be dating Howard’s mom, not to mention he hated Howard’s guts. If he found out about this, we would both be in trouble, and we’d have to stop seeing each other.

  Chapter Two

  Howard

  Zoe pushed on my shoulders, and I pulled back. I hissed as my softened cock slipped out of her, and she let out a strangled sound that wasn’t quite a moan. I released her thigh so her leg could slide down to the floor, and I took a few steps away. I kept an eye on her so she wouldn’t fall. We’d done this enough times that I knew her legs were like jelly right after we fucked, and I was proud of that fact. I tucked myself back into my briefs and fixed my pants.

  She looked steady enough on her feet, and she pulled some tissues from somewhere and wiped between her thighs, grimacing.

  “Why did you come inside of me?”

  I arched an eyebrow. “You weren’t saying that a moment ago. In fact, you were pretty eager to–”

  “Howard!”

  I chuckled as she hissed my name, her face flushing. With her blonde hair in disarray, strands falling out of her braid and plastered to her skin from sweat, pretty blue eyes lit up and her face pink, I got the urge to take her again. I knew she wouldn’t say yes, a second time, though, not while we were still here. I just didn’t have my fill of her yet.