Page 24 of Jockstraps & Newspapers

She snorted, standing up over his hips. His cock was standing eagerly.

Grabbing him by the knot, his girl led his tip to her slit.

With the confidence of an athlete who's never missed a shot, she sank onto him.

Elliot's hips bucked up toward her, moaning as she took him to the hilt.

Her hands pressed against his tensed stomach muscles.

Her ponytail popped, all her curls falling around her.

She tossed them, mermaid cresting out of water style.

Elliot grabbed her by the hips, watching her bounce on his cock.

A glorious painting he would have in his mind for all his days.

Cassie, ripping her tank top and bra over her head, tits bouncing as she rode him like a professional cowgirl.

He crunched his stomach, sitting up till she was nose to nose with him.

Putting her hands on his horns, he kissed her hungrily.

Press for press, kiss for kiss, the sounds of wet slapping and his bench scooting back and forth over the floor surrounded them.

Elliot spread his legs in order to thrust up into her.

Working every muscle, he panted for air. "Fuck, yes, that's my girl."

Did he have any hope she would take it? Hadn't even considered it.

But when she sank onto him sharply, he felt the wet warmth spread over him.

His bulbous knot was drenched in her desire and he shuddered.

She'd taken him. She'd taken him. He smashed his mouth against hers.

Teeth clinking, heavy breaths through his nose, he groaned into her mouth as he came…

hard. Cold pleasure washed over him, a hard shake down his spine.

His hooves dug trenches into the hardwood.

Ropes of him spilled into her, dribbling out between them as he filled her and then some.

Everything went still as they came down off the high.

Endorphins pumped through his blood better than any workout.

"I…I took it," she whimpered, staring down at their laps.

He grabbed her chin and brought her mouth back to his. Kissing her hard before moaning against her lips. "That's my girl. Cassie, fuck, baby, you did so good."

She cupped the sides of his cheeks, kissing him feverishly until her head was tossed back and his mouth was on her throat.

Locked together around his knot till it softened, he covered her in appreciative hickeys.

The pressure of his heat easing with every passing moment.

His knot finally softened to normal and he fell from her with a hard flop.

"That wasn't too hard," she breathed.

"Oh, I was very hard." He grinned from ear to ear as she smacked his chest.

"Elliot!" And she squealed his name all the way to bed.

M orning came like a hard bat to the back of his head. He struggled to turn off his alarm and clamber out of bed. Cassiopeia crawled over the bed, opening her backpack and tugging out her clothing for the day. Elliot clocked the pencil skirt, "You going to the field today?"

"Yeah, but I have to spend most of the day at the paper. One of my articles is launching today, so I'm just going to the field for photos and promo. Mr. Pearson is meeting me there." She unfolded her flats and smacked them against the bed frame to flatten them.

"Oh! Cool, which one?" He popped his head into the bathroom to grab his toothbrush. Scrubbing his teeth while he watched Cassie wrangle herself into a pair of pantyhose.

"It's a surprise, but it's not yours; that one isn't due until the next-to-last game.

They want to run it before the last game, get those ticket sales for the arena.

" She wiggled into her pencil skirt, looking like an Elliot chew toy.

His mouth was too foamy to water, but he would have.

She tucked a polka blouse into the cherry red pencil skirt and cinched it with a wide belt.

However, she stole his breath away when she brought a wide tooth comb to him and two mini bandanas with cherries on them.

"Would you braid me into two? I've got a vision. "

He spit his toothpaste out and washed his hands before getting his fingers on her curls.

Elliot enjoyed the happy wiggle as she gave him her hair.

He leaned around her, kissing her cheek.

She scrunched up, a sweet squeal coming from her before she swatted at him.

Elliot could feel her blush against his mouth as her cheeks burned.

Heart fluttering, he worked her curls into two neat braids.

He took care to ensure they were smooth and perfect.

Then, tied each off with a cherry bandana bow.

"How's that?" He stepped back, letting her into the bathroom. She played with a few curls to pop around her pointy ears and forehead before she beamed.

"Perfect, thanks." She pushed up on her toes and kissed his cheek before grabbing up the toothbrush she'd used before.

They worked around each other while he got into his workout clothes.

As he bent to brush out the fur on his legs, he saw something smooshed in her bag.

His hoodie, there at the bottom underneath a to-go deodorant and a travel bottle of perfume.

A giddy smile curled up on his lips. Even as she came up before him and applied a spritz of her citrus perfume, she left the hoodie in her bag.

She slung it over her shoulder before looking at him. "You ready?"

"Yeah, I'm just…I'm gonna miss you on the field today." The confession came out of his mouth without a second thought. She flushed, hugging her torso as she dug her toes into the hardwood flooring.

"Oh," she breathed, chewing on her lower lip.

"I mean, it's gonna be scrimmages so you won't be able to hang out on the grass unless you wanna strap up…

anyway, but, yeah. I'll just miss hanging with you while we work out.

" He stepped before her, cupping her cheek in one hand.

She gazed up at him with those sparkling, mischievous eyes.

The curl of her pretty, puffy lips made his stomach clench.

Surprisingly, however, his heat didn't kick back up. "Oh."

"Oh?" She instantly knitted her brow, eyeing him suspiciously.

He glanced down at his gym shorts. Nothing, he was completely down. No swollen knot, no burning indigestion across his belly and hips, no pain in his balls like they were too heavy to handle. "Uh, I…I think you cured my heat."

"What?" she snorted.

"I'm…I'm not, it's uh—you know, it's not important, but yeah, I guess this was a one and done kind of heat.

" He shrugged, feeling a new spring in his step.

Was it over? Really over? Could he be a sensible boyfriend now?

The relief of no longer having to be a certified horndog and being able to respect her space once more.

Not that he wasn't going to want to fuck her like there was no tomorrow, but now he could make it home to a bed before bending her over the mattress. It was such a weight off his chest.

Cassiopeia eyed him before shaking her head, "Come on, big guy, you've got a team to work into shape and I've got a press release."

They trotted down the steps and out into the morning sun.

Toad was already on the concrete stretching while Elliot locked up the house.

Cassie stopped to wave good morning to him.

The biggest shit-eating grin crawled over his scaly lips as he realized who was standing in front of him.

Then, he slowly lifted his attention to Elliot, wicked glee and scandal on his face as he wiggled his brows.

Elliot rolled his eyes. Toad tossed his head back and laughed.

"Ahaha! Oh man, Tens owes me a gold piece. "

"What?" Elliot and Cassie barked at the same time.

"She said you two would last till the first game then we'd find y'all boning behind the bleachers. I told her it would happen before we got to scrimmages. Oooooh! She's gonna be so mad!" He giggled evilly, bending from one side to the other.

"You made bets?" Elliot whined.

"Aw, come on, Cap! You two have been making goo-goo eyes at each other since day one. Half the team thought you two were already dating before this happened and you were trying to keep it professional." Toad whipped to face Cassie, "No offense, newsie, but like, you two are clearly in love."

Cassie burst into a red face as she planted both hands on his scaley snout and pushed his face away.

He cackled the whole way while Elliot watched his sexy journalist stomp down the sidewalk.

He hated to watch her leave… but loved to watch her go.

Pencil skirts were going to be the death of him.

He jogged down the steps to Toad. "Bro."

"Don't 'bro' me, bro, you're the one who’s letting her get away. Go on, Cap, get to steppin' before she beats us to the field!" Toad flounced into action, jogging after Cassie. "Captain Newsie! Wait up!"

Elliot wanted to be mad or embarrassed, but when Cassie whipped around, laughing, and wagging a finger at Toad, it only made him happier.

He didn't want to hide her; it hadn't even been a thought.

Elliot Bonesaw wanted Cassiopeia Darling and he was proud of it.

She was smart, funny, wickedly mischievous, and sexy as hell.

As he jogged to catch up with them, he couldn't help the butterflies in his stomach.

Should have gotten some pre-workout or breakfast. The group strode through the city, the whole time Toad and Elliot jogging circles around Cassie who tried to swat at them, only making the group laugh harder.

They reached the field before he realized it, and the two captains stood by the side as she put a few copper coins into the slot of a metal box outside the arena.

King's Fall Daily had two chunky red boxes, and she peeled open the creaking metal to both.

She reached inside to get a copy of the newspaper for each of them, then paid for her own as well.

Before either of the captains could open the paper, someone came charging up the arena slope. "There she is! There's the cunt in question."

Elliot had his hackles raised and a hand around Cassiopeia's bicep as Marvin McMatterson rounded the entry fence of the arena.

Cassie was calm, her face cool and collected.

Did she know this was gonna happen? An aura of frustrating relaxation radiated off her and it made Marvin turn red as a stop sign.

Elliot still stepped forward, between his journalist and the angry billionaire. "Not cool, McMatterson."

"Zip it, Bonesaw." Marvin glared at Elliot as if that would move the Minotaur out of his path of destruction. It wasn't until a soft palm pressed to his chest that he allowed Cassie to maneuver him back from the royally pissed off man.

"Mr. McMatterson, what a great morning to run into you," Cassie smiled sweetly. "Care for a newspaper?"

"My lawyers are already in contact with the Daily and you should already be running back, tail between your legs, because when I'm done with you, there won't be a paper in all the realms that will publish you." Marvin jabbed a long finger in her face, almost brushing her button nose.

She beamed brighter, cocking her head to the side. "Whatever do you mean?"

Elliot's eyes widened in sheer shock of Cassie as she giggled, opened the newspaper and held it up to Marvin.

In big, bold letters across the page: The Hushed Athletes: How Far will a Rich Father go to Cover up His Son ' s Harassment.

His stomach twisted up. Cassie handed the paper to Elliot who immediately dove into the first sentence.

Marvin reached for the paper, but Elliot and Toad kept out of his grip. "Give me those! They're all lies!"

"Oh, I can assure you, all my statements are backed up by fact and reports.

The article would have been a short story if I went with everything that I had, and not just the stuff I had video evidence or testimony or enforcer reports about.

" Cassie stepped between Marvin McMatterson and the captains.

Elliot was breathless as he skimmed a heavy article detailing Stevie's dirty laundry with no mercy.

From the night he slapped Elliot's ass to the cheerleader who was hushed behind litigation, to Tens reporting him sneaking into the locker room with a camera—it was extensive.

"What's going on up here?" Coach Renner and Trainer Lee came jogging up the path toward the group.

Marvin whirled to face him. "I want this bitch removed from the arena and banned for life!"

"Uh," Lee grimaced.

"We can't do that, Marvin." Renner and Lee held open the gate.

They spared Cassie a look before motioning for Elliot and Toad to come inside.

"The arena and the league have a special contract with the Daily .

Any reporter they choose can have unfettered access to the field, the season, and the players for writing articles.

The Daily has named Cassiopeia Darling for their reporter this season.

If you ban her, you're breaking the contract with the biggest sponsor of your arena. "

Elliot froze, twisting to see Cassie sauntering past Marvin, pulling on a 'press' badge over her neck. He hissed as she passed, snarling like a rabid beast, "Count your days, Ms. Darling."

"I won't have to, Mr. McMatterson, because unlike the people you pay to bully, silence, and harm the victims of your son, you don't own me.

You can't pay to make me go away. You might have successfully gotten rid of the pain he's caused from a legal standpoint, but the court of public opinion is always hearing new cases…

and I'll make sure they talk about Stevie for the rest of time. "

Elliot felt the roaring flame lick up his insides again and his heat was back in an instant.

No one has ever…gone to bat for him like that.

Watching Cassie turn her back to Marvin, shoulders squared, unwavering confidence, it was aggressively attractive.

She just, without being asked, went for Stevie's throat.

Either his heat had been lying in wait or he'd simply just brought on a new one.

It didn't matter…Elliot Bonesaw was probably in love with Cassiopeia Darling.