The next two days were hectic. I interviewed several rugby wives and talked to a few of the kids who were old enough to tell me about being in a rugby family. I ate dinner each night with Joel. Besides a gentle hand on my back or holding hands, he didn't touch me until we said goodnight. His way of saying goodbye reminded me he was interested in being more than friends. I went to bed remembering the sexy press of his lips to minehis scent and erotic grumbles as he took small nips from my neck. There was no such thing as dry panties when Joel kissed me goodnight.The subject of his brother never came up. Van didn't come back, and I stayed away from the stadium. The rumors about me and Van worried me, but Joel never said anything. When I was with him, people, including women, were always friendly. I thought I received a few measured stares, but I knew it could also be that I was self-conscious.I managed to find two additional bras at the local mall. They weren't the prettiest, but the
Moving farther back in the bus, I questioned a few of the players. There was a distinct coolness that I should have expected. These guys were trying to win a championship and I was causing trouble between their two best players who happened to be brothers and the team's owners. Mike gave the guy in front of him a dirty look after the player barely acknowledged me. Mike started answering my questions. Sadly, I needed other input because Mike was a key factor in my second article and I didn't want to use him again. But at least he tried to make me feel comfortable.Two hours later, we arrived in Sexton, West Virginia, the home of the Timberwolves. For some reason I didn't think of timber wolves when I thought of West Virginia, but when I Googled it, I discovered they were listed as one of two breeds of wolves in the region.Gray flags decorating stores and homes let us know whose territory we entered. Sexton was around the same size as Colt and a rugby town. We went straight to the hot
He whispered against my lips, "I want your shirt off."I sat up and pulled it over my head. Joel moved to his back and I straddled his hips, resting my ass on his lower belly. Without giving myself time to change my mind, I slid my arms behind me and unsnapped my bra. How I wish I found a front closure bra in my size. Joel kept his eyes on mine until I put my hands beneath my breasts and lifted them an inch. I didn't know where this side of me was coming from.His eyes dropped. "I have no idea why you hide these." A relieved giggle escaped me. "Because they would be in the way of everything I did.""That I'd like to see. Come here." He grabbed my arms, lowered me to his chest, and found my lips again.I didn't want his shirt between us, but this kiss shot heat through my nerve endings and I wasn't stopping it. Not gentle. Bad boy Joel was back. He grabbed the hair at the nape of my neck, controlling my head so he had better access. The kiss went from hot to carnal. His other hand
Joel tossed me his shirt, which reached my knees when I put it on. He said he needed to check out his room. I knew something was up when he opened the connecting door between rooms, from my side before walking out of my room door with his bag. He wore jeans and nothing else. There were no women in the hall or he wouldn't have made it back to my room alive.There was a rattling noise a few moments later and Joel stuck his head between our connecting rooms.I couldn't help laughing. "You're sneaky.""You're complaining?" he asked as he carried his bag back into my room. He stopped and stood facing me.I pulled the shirt lower feeling self-conscious as he stared."I need some rest and I've had enough of the guys for one day. I hope you don't mind room service." He walked over, hooked his arm around me, and pulled me against his chest. "I can't believe I'll have you beside me all night. Let's eat then hit the shower together." He made it perfectly clear there was more involved in show
With rivulets of water running down Joel's chest, he appeared larger in the shower. Not wasting time, he turned so the water hit his back and my back pressed to his chest. While holding my hips so I couldn't press back against his cock, he kissed and licked water from my neck and shoulder. I grumbled and wiggled, but he took his time refusing my invitation.He finally released my hips and clasped my hands, lifting them to the shower wall. His knee hooked beneath mine as he nudged my foot to the rim of the bathtub. I have no idea how much water we spilled. He'd left a condom behind the shower curtain and left me standing in that position while he put it on. I wanted to turn and watch, but stayed facing the wall. In this position, I felt vulnerable and excited all at once.My hair was now soaking wet and he moved it off my shoulders. One arm went to my belly as he pulled me back so my ass extended toward him. He used his other hand to guide his cock until I fully sheathed his entire le
Joel was a toasty presence at my back as his body spooned mine after we fell into bed. Even when he rolled over during the night his hand went to my thigh, connecting us, and I fell immediately back to sleep. As I lay on my side, his scruffy chin running over my hip woke me. It felt good and I sighed at the scratchy prickles. He pushed me to my stomach then crawled between my thighs lifting my ass. I buried my face in my arms feeling vulnerable. Joel slid his fingers between my head and arm tilting my face so he looked into my eyes. "You're beautiful." He released me and guided his cock into my warm center. I squeezed my internal muscles and smiled when he sucked in a quick breath. "Do that again," he groaned.I did.His fingers slid under my hip and he found my clit. "Again."God, it was torture and bliss all at once. I began tightening my muscles when he withdrew and loosening them when he pushed back in. I had no idea this kind of control existed. He liked it and the intensity
The Timberwolves' stadium was smaller, but the excitement matched that at The Slam's home field. Red shirts were scattered here and there with a few larger groups standing out among the sea of gray. I proudly wore my red shirt, which was a bit too tight after washing it and wearing a normal bra. From the heated look Joel gave me before we left our room, he didn't seem to mind. My feeling of discomfort had lessened slightly, but as I walked around the stadium I couldn't help but notice men looking directly at my chest. Women actually paid for breasts the size of mine, which was mind-boggling. Another fracture occurred in my shield taking away the desire to hide my breasts. I straightened my shoulders and walked with my head up.I took the borrowed camera into the locker room and caught a few players in their undershorts. At least Joel told me that was the correct word for the skin-tight material that left nothing to the imagination. If the guys wore these when they played rugby, the sp
After a few pictures of beat-up but happy players, I left the locker room and waited for Joel outside so he and the rest of the team could shower. He walked out wearing shorts that showed his scraped up legs, a red t-shirt molded to his chest, and his bag slung over his shoulder. I wanted to thread my fingers through his wet hair. He gave me a relieved smile when he saw me waiting outside the locker room.Sitting his bag down, he planted his arms against the wall behind me, caging me in. "Thanks for waiting." His head dipped and he kissed me with an intensity that had my pulse soaring."Get a room," was shouted from one of his teammates as a group of them left the locker room. They all laughed.I blushed, but Joel didn't look their way or acknowledge them at all. "We'll be drinking heavily tonight. Are you ready?""Ready?""You didn't stick around last week. I want you with me tonight. I just need to warn you that it gets rowdy.""I can handle rowdy." His teammates forgotten, I w