Page 14 of Maverick (Playing For Keeps #2)

MAVERICK

Thank fuck everyone was gone. Sweat and grime were starting to cake on my skin, but I wanted the opportunity to sulk on my own.

That had been the worst game of my career.

After that night at the beach, I thought I was over Reese Taylor getting under my skin, but there was something about having him boss me around on the field got me twisted up in a way I hadn’t been in a long time.

Maybe it was the way he’d bent to my will when he was on his knees for me…

Ugh !

I dropped my shower kit to the bench and turned on the water.

The rushing sound and the wet drops on my hand triggered a twinge in my lower belly.

Considering how much I typically drank during a game, I shouldn’t have been surprised that I had to go, but I grumbled anyway.

It was just another step getting in the way of my brooding.

I spun in the direction of the toilets… only to smash into a rock-hard wall.

Hands grabbed my waist, and I realized it was a person . “You okay?” Quinton asked, stabilizing me on my feet.

“Fine,” I groused, choosing to ignore what his voice did to me.

Ever since he admitted to knowing who I was, I’d had a hard time seeing him as my teammate—as my colleague.

He’d tugged me into his lap to comfort me, had taken me home and taken care of me when I was sick.

That had obliterated any remaining thoughts of keeping things professional.

He was my Daddy, and after I’d opened up about my past, I only felt our connection grow stronger.

Something in my chest ached. I needed my Daddy.

But I still needed to go to the bathroom.

I attempted to wiggle out of his grip, only for him to tighten his hold, thumb stroking my skin in that way that nearly made me forget my own name.

“Hold on,” he muttered. “You’re covered in dirt and sweat, sweetheart. You need to take a shower.”

He wrapped an arm around my waist and guided me toward the stall, but I anchored my feet in place. The rushing water and the fact that I’d acknowledged my need ramped up the urgency. “I have to pee.”

Quinton peered down at me, a move that not very many people could pull off but in that moment, I felt two feet tall.

And I loved it .

With nothing more than a quirked brow and the memory of our conversation in the hot tub, heat flooded my cheeks.

My heart thundered, goosebumps drawing over my skin.

Unfortunately, my body hadn’t gotten the memo.

I squirmed. The temperature rose in the room, and I wasn’t entirely sure that it was because of the shower.

“Remember what I told you?”

Oh, I remembered. It was all I’d thought about.

“ The moment you step off the field every day, your body belongs to me.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Now, is there something you’d like to ask me? ”

Blushing furiously, I hid my face in his shoulder. “Can I use the bathroom?”

A low, rumbling chuckle, and Quinton’s nose grazed my jawline. “You can hold it for me, can’t you, princess?”

Despite my body’s protests, I nodded. I could— would— be good for him. I yelped, cold air stinging my skin as my towel was yanked away from me. I instinctively took a step back, and Quinton whipped his shirt over his head. Bladder forgotten, I froze in place to watch.

His shirt vanished, cut abs coming into view, decorated by the trail of dark hair that led from his belly button behind his shorts.

Large, strong hands went to his belt. It fell open, and my heart picked up speed.

Button, then zipper, and he was lowering his pants to the floor.

I danced in place, feeling the need to cover myself as my cock swelled.

Quinton picked up on it. “Hands behind your back, baby girl.”

Cheeks on fire, I obeyed, latching my fingers together behind me. Now hard and desperate, I couldn’t stay still any longer. I shifted on the spot, waiting patiently for Quinton to finish undressing. “Get in,” he commanded. “On your knees, please.”

A shiver shot down my spine. I moved slowly, hesitantly, knowing that the water on my skin would make it that much harder to ignore the heavy weight in my stomach. Sure enough, the moment I knelt under the spray, I whined, resisting the sudden urge to grab myself—barely. “Daddy…”

“Color?”

Despite my physical discomfort, my answer was instant. “Green.”

“Then hold it, princess.”

Damn it, if my body didn’t know to just obey .

I couldn’t have been that full, but the thrill and the knowledge of what was to come must have intensified the process.

Hot water pelted my back, wetting my hair and dripping into my face.

The only thing that made it better was Quinton stepping in front of me.

He brushed a light finger across my jaw, and I leaned into his palm.

My eyes, however, were trained on his long, thick cock that he’d positioned right in front of my mouth.

On instinct, my jaw dropped and my tongue darted out to lap at the head, earning a hiss from the man above me. “That’s it, baby,” he praised.

I dove back in, sucking Quinton’s cockhead between my lips.

Precome burst onto my tongue and I hummed, swallowing him down.

Sighing, Quinton tangled his fingers in my wet curls.

With gentle thrusts of his hips, he fucked into my mouth, and by the time he bumped the back of my throat, I forgot what I’d been so mad about.

When my own hard length throbbed, I wrapped a hand around my shaft, squeezing to relieve some of the pressure.

Totally because I was about to blow… not because my hand might have been the only thing keeping me from emptying my bladder involuntarily.

Quinton didn’t order me to stop touching myself, so I started stroking. When he demanded my other hand, I offered it to him. Cool gel poured into my palm, and I knew better than to question where it came from—Daddy doms were always prepared.

“Open yourself up for me, baby girl.”

With a satisfied sound, I rose onto my knees.

Quinton massaged my scalp, praising me without words as I sucked, reaching behind myself to slip two slick fingers between my cheeks.

Pressing through, I moaned around his shaft.

Try as I might, my own fingers weren’t good enough.

Reluctantly, I pulled off Quinton’s cock, gasping for air.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“I need you, Daddy.”

When I peered up through the wet curls hanging in my eyes, Quinton smiled down at me. “Okay,” he whispered. “Get up here.”

Once the burning in my lungs subsided, I took the hand offered and let Quinton help me to my feet, and movement from the corner of the room caught my attention.

Shit.

It was Reese.

Arms around my waist, Quinton leaned in close, whispering in a way that Reese wouldn’t hear. “Should we let him watch? Or should I tell him to leave?”

Reese didn’t seem inclined to move. He shifted from foot to foot, but he stayed put. He stood at the entrance to the showers, arms crossed over his chest. Quinton and I were only visible from the waist up, but there were very few reasons as to why we would be naked in the shower together.

Reese could have left of his own accord. He could have simply walked away the second he realized what was happening.

He didn’t.

He just stood there, watching me and… squirming—almost as much as I was.

God, I have to pee.

I distracted myself by raking my eyes over Reese’s body. As my gaze landed on his lap, the source of his shuffling revealed itself in the form of his erection tenting the front of his shorts.

“He can stay,” I sighed, dropping my head to Quinton’s chest.

Water slid down my face, and I licked a drop off my lips. Quinton’s finger brushed my eager hole, and my hands clenched onto his hips, eager to grab onto something.

At the thought, my ass clenched around his finger. That deep chuckle echoed through the stall and bounced off the tile. “Eager, princess?”

“More than you’ll ever know.” The pressure in my stomach was growing uncomfortable, but Quinton’s hand smoothing over my ass gave me strength. I could wait. The sooner he let me come, the sooner I could pee… then I’d feel better. I just had to hold on a little bit longer.

I gasped, one thick finger breaching my entrance.

Quinton took his time, happy to drag things out.

The man’s self-control was astonishing. He spread and scissored his fingers until I was nothing more than a babbling mess.

Cock hard as steel, I rutted against his thigh, dripping…

shit, God only knew all over him. “Hands on the wall, princess. Eyes on Reese.”

On wobbly legs, I rotated to place my hands on the waist-high divider that separated the stalls. Between the spray of the shower and the rush of blood in my ears, I could hear the slick glide of Quinton’s hand over his cock—the one he was preparing to slip inside me.

God, yes—that was what I needed: Quinton stretching me, spreading me open and filling me. It had been the precise thing I was missing since that night in the club. I’d never felt a burn like it before, and it sparked a fire inside me that had only grown since.

I sighed, my head falling back and exposing my throat. Quinton, happy to oblige, curled his hand around my neck, thumb and middle finger pressing into my pulse points. “Such a good little princess…”

“Shit!” I spat. He’d just bumped my prostate, nearly causing my body to let go.

My muscles burned, bladder cramping and dying for relief.

Shit, had I had that much to drink? But then two fingers transformed into three, and I needed to focus hard on not losing control.

I whimpered, dropping my voice down so Reese wouldn’t overhear. “Daddy, I have to go so bad.”

“I know, baby,” Quinton cooed quietly, massaging my prostate harder , the bastard. “Be a good girl and hold it for me. I promise I’ll make it worth it.”