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Ronda Meyers plays cornerback for the Texas Stars. She’s the league MVP, and she plays hard both on and off the field. Ronda’s life is going great until she gets a devastating injury in the second game of the new season.

Gayla Adkins is Ronda’s assistant and part-time lover. She takes care of Ronda after her injury and does her best to nurse her back to health. In the process, they discover love. They’re very happy until Gayla suspects Ronda of becoming addicted to her pain pills. She gives Ronda an ultimatum—get off the pills or lose her.

Is Ronda strong enough to kick her addiction? Or will she choose the easy way out and lose Gayla?

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By the Author

Shots Fired

Forbidden Passions

Initiation by Desire



Sheltered Love

Summer Passion


Love on Liberty

Love Down Under


Lessons In Desire

Hookin’ Up



There are many people I want to thank, but first and foremost, I wish to thank my wife, Laydin, for the unwavering support and love she gives me, not just in my writing, but in every aspect of my life. I also wish to thank Sarah for the endless supply of help and feedback she gives me as my first reader.

I also want to thank Rad, Sandy, Cindy, Stacia, and all the folks at Bold Strokes Books for letting my voice be heard. And for their undying work to make me a better author.

Of course, I thank all of you, the readers, who keep me writing.

And finally, I’d like to acknowledge anyone who is battling or has ever battled an addiction. May you find the strength to overcome.


As always, I dedicate this book, and my life, to Laydin Michaels

Chapter One

Ronda Meyers was sore and tired. And bored. She hated fundraisers and the like. She’d put on a good front and done her part. She’d allowed herself to be pawed and prodded like a piece of prime beef. But now she was ready to go home. She searched the room for Gayla, who was in her element, unfortunately. Gayla loved the crowds. She loved to press the flesh. If she could eke out one more dollar of support, she would.

Finally, Ronda spotted Gayla. Their gazes met across the crowded room. Gayla’s pleaded for one more minute, just as Ronda’s pleaded for them to leave right then. Gayla gave in and crossed the room to where Ronda stood waiting for her.

“Baby.” Gayla ran her hand over Ronda’s jacket and down her arm. “Things are going great here. Do we have to leave now?”

“You’re not the one who had practice today. I’m wiped out. Besides, this isn’t your gig. You’re not putting it on. So, you’ve already done enough.”

“Still, any penny we can use to raise the awareness of you women, we need to do it. We need fans in those seats. The bigger the American Women’s Football Association gets, the more money you get.”

“I get that. Believe me. But right now, I’m tired of being one of the poster girls for the sport. I want to get out of here.”

They made their way to the Goldens who were throwing this particular fundraiser. They thanked them for their hard work and said their good-byes.

Ronda could feel the tension leaving her body as she sat in their hired car.

“Man, I hate those things,” she said.

“You shouldn’t. People pay top dollar to come and see you.”

It was true. Ronda not only played for the championship team, she was the reigning league MVP. People did pay whatever was asked to rub shoulders with her, feel her biceps, and some even tried to squeeze a hamstring or quad.

That was going too far, and Ronda would have to play it off when all she wanted to do was punch those people in the face. She was a human being, after all, not just a piece of meat.

Ronda opened an eye and looked over at Gayla. She had on a black cocktail dress that was split high enough to show off her shapely thighs. And Gayla had great thighs. She was Ronda’s assistant and she worked very hard for her. But occasionally, no, often, they crossed that line from professional to personal. Ronda, exhausted though she was, hoped that night would be one of those times. She crossed over to sit next to Gayla and put her arm around her.

“So, how you doin’? Besides bein’ pissed at me for making you leave the gala early?”

“Ah. That was cute. Gayla. Gala. You’re a clever one.”

“I like to think so,” Ronda said. “So, anyway, how you doin’? Are you still pumped from the festivities?”

“I am.”

“So, should I have the car drop us off at my place? I’m sure I could find a way to help relax you.”

“But you’re wiped out.”

“I think I feel a second wind coming on.”

“What time is practice tomorrow?”


“Okay, then,” Gayla said. “We can go back to your place.”

She rested her hand on Gayla’s thigh and the heat radiated throughout her body. Damn, she was hot. Gayla stood five foot nine in her bare feet, but she was seldom in bare feet. She could normally be found in two- to three-inch heels, which made her almost the same height as Ronda.

She kept her blond hair short. It fell just below her jaw. Her green eyes had just the right amount of makeup on them, whether it was for a meeting or a fundraiser. She knew how to do things right. And then there were her lips. Full and always ready with a smile. Unless Ronda had made some egregious error. Then, there was no smile. Not for a long time. But Ronda did her best to be where she was told to be when she was told to be there, whether it was during the season, or in the off-season, when she was a real estate broker. Gayla took good care of her and she was in the mood to take good care of Gayla.

The car pulled up in front of her house and they climbed out. Ronda slipped the driver a twenty and offered Gayla her elbow. She took it and they strolled up the rock pathway until they came to the porch. It was a wraparound, Southern style porch that Ronda was quite proud of.

“Did you want something to drink?” Ronda asked.

“I’d love a scotch,” Gayla said.

“Would you mind sitting out here?”

“Not at all.”

“Great. Have a seat and I’ll get our drinks.”

Ronda came out with two glasses of scotch. She handed one to Gayla then took a seat across from her at the little table set she had on the porch.

“You know, like it or not, you were great tonight,” Gayla said.

“Thank you, but you know I hate those things. I feel like a prized bull on display.”

“Yes, but you’re this town’s prized bull and they want to see you and take pictures with you so they can tweet them and Instagram them. You’re famous, baby. You have to accept that.”

“Can’t I be famous far from the madding crowds?”

“Nope. Sorry good lookin’ you need to literally press the flesh,” Gayla said. “Just pretend you’re in a club with all your girls and everyone wants a piece of you. You never seem to mind that.”

“That’s different.”

Gayla laughed, a sound that made Ronda’s clit swell. More than once, people had suggested they become an item. Sometimes it seemed like a good idea. But then she thought about nights in the clubs and she knew there was no way she’d ever settle down.

Ronda noticed Gayla’s glass was empty.

“You ready to go inside?” she said.


Ronda took Gayla’s hand and took her back to the bedroom. She placed her hand behind her neck and pulled her to her.

“You look especially gorgeous tonight,” Ronda said.

“Thank you.”

Ronda leaned forward and claimed Gayla’s lips. The kiss was soft at first, then Ronda ran her tongue along Gayla’s lips and Gayla parted them and welcomed Ronda inside. The familiarity of the kiss did little to downplay it. If anything, it made it hotter. New kisses were always fun, but kissing someone when you knew what they liked and knew what was coming next, could also be arousing as hell.

Ronda continued to kiss Gayla as she reached around her and unzipped her dress. She stepped back while Gayla stepped out of it. Gayla could have been an athlete, also, with her fine, trim body. Except her body was soft and smooth, where Ronda’s was hard and muscular.

“Damn, woman. You never cease to take my breath away,” Ronda said.

She kissed her again and reached around to unhook her bra. She took it off and tossed it to the floor. She brought her hands around to her front and played with her breasts.

“Man, I love these things.”

“Good. They love the way you touch them.”

Ronda dragged her thumbs over Gayla’s nipples and felt them tighten.

“Mm. Let’s get you on the bed,” Ronda said. She lowered Gayla to the bed and kissed her with a passion that came from deep within her. She kissed down Gayla’s cheek and nibbled on her neck. She kissed down her chest and stopped to suck first on one nipple, then the other. Ronda was getting hotter by the minute. She couldn’t wait to take Gayla as far as she could go.

She kissed down her soft belly until she was between her legs.

“How did we manage to leave these on?” she asked as she fingered the waistband of Gayla’s panties.

“I don’t know, but please take them off.”

“Are you sure? Maybe they don’t need to come off just yet.”

“Baby, they need to come off. Take them off. Please.”

Ronda loved when Gayla begged. Her voice went up an octave, and the sound got Ronda dripping wet. She peeled Gayla’s panties off and tossed them to the floor. She gazed at the beauty before her.

“I don’t know where to start,” she murmured.

“Anywhere. Just fucking start,” Gayla said.

Ronda laughed and lowered her mouth to taste Gayla. She licked around her opening before darting her tongue inside. She relished the familiar flavor and ran her tongue all over. She moved to Gayla’s clit and sucked it in her mouth. She lapped at it as she sucked. She heard Gayla’s breathing getting shallow.

Ronda reached up and pinched a nipple as she licked and sucked. That’s all it took. Gayla pressed Ronda’s face into her before crying out in ecstasy. Gayla finally released Ronda, who climbed up next to her.

“How is it you’re still dressed?” Gayla said.

“I’m not sure how that happened. I guess I was in too much of a hurry to get to you.”

“Well, get them off now, because I’m in a hurry to get to you.”

“Fair enough.”

Ronda took off her suit and carefully laid it over the back of the chair. She undid her cufflinks and shrugged out of her shirt.

“Damn you and your broad shoulders,” Gayla said.

Ronda paused and looked at her.

“Keep going,” Gayla said.

Ronda took off her sports bra and stepped out of her boxers. She stood naked for Gayla’s approval.

“You are so fine,” Gayla said. “You’re like a sculpted piece of ebony and I can’t wait to get at you.”

Ronda lay down on the bed next to Gayla. Gayla propped herself up on an elbow and looked down at Ronda.

“Do you know how many women in that room tonight would kill to be me right now?”

“I think most of them were straight, so I doubt this even crossed their minds.”

“Then they were fools.”

She lowered her head and kissed Ronda on the mouth. She sucked her bottom lip and ran her tongue over it. She kissed her on the mouth again and slid her tongue inside. Ronda grew dizzy from the kiss. Gayla knew how to use her tongue. There was no doubt about that.

Gayla moved her mouth to Ronda’s breasts.

“I love your breasts,” she said.

“They’re not much more than mosquito bites,” Ronda said.

“But they go well with the rest of your body.”

She sucked a nipple into her mouth and ran her tongue over it. Ronda clutched her head and tangled her hands in Gayla’s hair. God, that woman knew what she was doing.

Gayla continued to suck as she ran her hand down Ronda’s body until it came to rest between her legs. She stroked Ronda’s clit softly before plunging her fingers inside. She rubbed the satin walls until Ronda was writhing on the bed, begging for release. Gayla moved back to her clit and pressed it into Ronda’s pubis until Ronda arched off the bed and then collapsed as wave after wave of orgasm cascaded over her.

It took Ronda a moment to catch her breath.

“Damn, woman. You sure know what you’re doing

“I should by now. You’re easy to please, baby.”

Gayla snuggled against Ronda.

“I like it when you wrap your arm around me,” Gayla said. “It’s so strong, yet comforting at the same time.”

Ronda stiffened slightly. She wasn’t sure she wanted Gayla getting too comfortable.

“Relax, gorgeous,” Gayla said. “I’m not asking you to marry me. Just saying I like cuddling with you after sex. Jeez.”

Ronda laughed.

“Sorry. I forget. So many women who share my bed have expectations…”

“I don’t, baby. The only expectation I have is that you make it to practice tomorrow. And then I believe you have a house showing in the afternoon, but I’ll have to check my calendar for that.”

“That’s fine, Gayla. Let’s not worry about that right now. For now, let’s just sleep.”

Ronda woke the next morning and looked at the clock. Eight o’clock. She had two hours until practice. She contemplated waking Gayla, but decided she looked too peaceful sleeping there. Instead she went to the kitchen to make her breakfast. She was still on her first cup of coffee when she heard Gayla padding out to join her.

She took in the long lines of Gayla’s nude body and was tempted to take her back to bed. But she needed her energy for practice. That sounded so cliché to her, but she knew Gayla would tell her the same thing.

“You should cover up so I don’t take you back to bed right now,” she said.

“Uh-uh. You need to conserve your energy. And I don’t want to cover up. You’re not.”

“No, I’m not. Maybe we both should.”

“Or not. There’s nothing wrong with being as nature intended us.”

“Fine,” Ronda said.

She served them each a plate of bacon and eggs and they sat at the table.

“So, you have a house to show in Upper Kirby at three o’clock. What time is practice over?”

“It’s over at one. I’ll have plenty of time to make my appointment.”

“Good. Then your evening is free.”

“Most excellent. I’ll enjoy my free time.”

“Well, you know, hot stuff, if you want some company…”

“We’ll see. Maybe I will. If so, you’ll be the first to know.”

Chapter Two

Practice was intense, as usual. The Houston Stars were expected to repeat that year, and Coach Hindley was doing everything in her power to get her defense ready for the opening game, which was less than a month away. And she wasn’t taking it easy on her star.

“Meyers!” she called to Ronda. “Lift those knees higher. Be lighter on your feet. Come on. We’ve got games to win.”

Ronda went through calisthenics with the rest of the team, doing her best to be the leader she was expected to be. She didn’t like being the leader. She just wanted to play football. But she knew she was lying to herself. She loved being the leader. She got first shot at the rookies. She had first choice of the ladies at the clubs. Being the leader had its perks, so she tried to run faster and jump higher and tackle harder.

When she was off the field for a few plays, she kept her focus on the girl who’d just started with the team. She’d been traded from New Orleans. She was a looker. She was a running back, so she was shorter than Ronda and compact, like a little muscle machine. All Ronda knew about her was her last name was O’Reilly. And she had short dark hair. She was cute from a distance. Ronda was thinking about walking over to her when her friend Donna Spencer walked up.

“I see you checking out the new blood,” Donna said. “You gonna say something to her?”

“I was getting ready to make my move when you walked up.”

“Don’t let me stand in your way.”

“O’Reilly!” Coach Poehl, the head coach, said. “You’re in.”

“Well, hell,” Ronda said. “There goes that opportunity.”

“You’ll be able to catch her in the locker room, I’m sure. And she might be just what you need after a long, hot shower.”

“Meyers.” Coach Hindley walked up. “Go soak in the tub. You played hard today.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Ronda didn’t have to be asked twice to soak. Even though it was an ice bath, it still felt good after playing as hard as she had.

She soaked until her trainers told her her time was up. Then she joined the others in the locker room. She stripped and headed for the showers. Fortunately for her, O’Reilly was showering at the same time. Ronda knew it would be awkward to approach her while they were both naked, so she quickly showered and dried. She was dressed when she looked over and saw O’Reilly leaving. She quickened her step to catch up.

“O’Reilly, right?” Ronda said as they walked to their cars.

“Yep. Meyers, right?”


O’Reilly laughed.

“I’d have to be an idiot not to know the league MVP.”

Ronda stopped and put out her hand.

“I’m Ronda,” she said.

“I’m Mallory.”

“Mallory. It’s nice to meet you.”

“You, too.”

“So, Mallory, can I take you to dinner tonight?” Ronda said.

“I’ve heard about you,” Mallory said with a smile.

“So that’s a no?”

“Actually, I think I’ll take my chances. What time?”


“Sounds good.”

“Where can I pick you up?”

Mallory gave Ronda the address where she was staying and they said their good-byes. Ronda checked her watch. Damn. She had a half an hour before she was supposed to meet the Logans who were looking at the house. She stepped on it and arrived with twenty minutes to spare.

“You know I hate it when you don’t get here a half hour early,” Gayla said. “Come on. Let’s go over everything.”

Gayla handed her the flyer of information. Ronda looked over it and was ready when the Logans showed up five minutes early.

“And this is why you get here a half hour before the appointment,” Gayla said.

“Relax, I’m ready. I’m going out to greet them. You just chill.”

Ronda stepped out into the spring heat and waited as Oliver and Nadine Logan got out of the car.

“Hello again,” Ronda said as she shook their hands. “I think we’ve found the perfect spot for you.”

“I love it so far,” Nadine said. “I love this yard.”

“Well, it sits on a sixty-five hundred square foot lot,” Ronda said. “And I know you love your gardening.”

“I do.”

Ronda guided them into the house itself.

“Now it’s a two-bedroom, one-bath, just like you’re looking for,” she said.

“And the square footage?” Oliver said.

“It’s fourteen hundred. So it’s not too big for just the two of you.”

She took them on a tour and showed them the bedrooms and the bath. It really was the perfect place for a young couple such as the Logans.

“I love it,” Nadine said. “And it only took you three tries to find the perfect fit. You’re wonderful, Ronda.”

“Thanks. But it was all you two. You let me know exactly what you were looking for.”

They discussed the asking price and then made an offer that Ronda thought was legitimate. She shook hands again with both of them before they got in their car and drove off.

Ronda walked into the kitchen where Gayle was sitting.

“So, this looks like a slam dunk,” Ronda said.

“Great. Shall we go out and celebrate?”

Ronda checked her watch. It was five.

“Sure. Let’s go grab a drink.”

“You have plans?” Gayla said.

“Yeah, but not until seven, so we’re good.”

“Are you sure? I can take a rain check.”

“No, come on. Let’s go to Brownie’s. I’ll meet you there.”

Gayla was somewhat somber.

“What gives?” Ronda said. “We’re celebrating here. I just sold a seven-hundred-thousand-dollar house. And you look like you lost your best friend.”

“I’m sorry. I am happy. Honest.”

“Good. So let’s drink.”

Ronda ordered two margaritas and they found a seat in the bar area.

“So, what’s happening at seven?” Gayla said.

“I’m taking a rookie to dinner.”

“Oh? Who’s the lucky lady?”

“Her name’s Mallory O’Reilly. We just picked her up yesterday from New Orleans.”

“And you’re going to treat her to the ol’ Meyers’ hospitality, huh?”

“We’ll see. Apparently, my reputation precedes me.” She laughed.

“Oh, it does, huh? Well then, you may be sleeping alone after all.”

“Maybe. But she agreed to dinner, so we’ll just see what happens.”

They finished their drinks and walked out to their cars.

“Good luck tonight,” Gayla said.


Ronda got back to her house and changed into something less formal for dinner. She chose gray slacks and a black golf shirt. She looked good and she knew it. She sprayed on a touch of her favorite cologne and called for a car.

She directed the car to the address Mallory had given her. It was a nice apartment complex not far from where she lived in River Oaks. She climbed the stairs and knocked on her door.

Mallory opened the door looking absolutely adorable in slacks and a green golf shirt. There would be no doubt they were lesbians wherever they went that night. Ronda smiled.

“So, I guess we’re wearing our dyke uniforms tonight, huh?” she said.

“I guess so.”

“You ready for some good Tex-Mex?”

“I guess I need to try it sometime. Now is as good a time as any.”

Ronda gave the driver the address for the restaurant and settled in the back with Mallory.

“So, how are you feeling today after practice?”

“I didn’t get many reps, so I’m not as worn out as you must be. Dang, they use you almost every down.”

“Still, the calisthenics are a bitch.”

“Yeah, but I’ve been doing them with New Orleans, so at least I’m in shape.”

“You certainly are,” Ronda said.

Mallory blushed.

“You don’t even try to hide that you’re a predator, do you?”

“Nope. And it’s true. You’re in great shape. That’s from one player to another.”

“Where on earth did you get the idea I’m a player?” Mallory said.

“No! Not that kind of player. Football player.”

“Okay.” Mallory laughed. “Okay. Fair enough.”

The car pulled up in front of the restaurant. Ronda stepped out and let Mallory slide out before she closed the door.

“You’re going to love it here,” she said. “Do you like fajitas? They’re known for fajitas.”

“I have to admit I’ve never had good fajitas.”

“Well, may I recommend that change tonight?”

“Sounds good to me.”

They went inside and Ronda started moving to the groove of Tex-Mex music that was playing.

Mallory smiled but said nothing.

The hostess seated them outside, as it was a warm evening.

“Do I need to look at a menu?” Mallory said.

“Nope. We’ll have margaritas to drink and steak fajitas to eat. Unless you’re a vegetarian or something?”

“No worries there. I’m a meat eater.”

“That’s what I was hoping to hear.” Ronda winked.

“You’re plain evil.” Mallory laughed. “Haven’t you ever heard of playing coy?”

“Aw, come on. I’m just havin’ some fun with you. It’s all good.”

“You are pretty funny. I’ll give you that.”

The waitress came by and Ronda ordered for both of them.

“So, how long have you been with the Stars?” Mallory asked.

“This is my seventh season.”

“That’s a whole career for most people.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not most people.”

“No, you’re not,” Mallory said.

Dinner was filled with quiet conversation about practices and all the new people Mallory was having to get to know and coordinate with out on the field.

“So, what’s Canfield’s story?” she asked.

Rebecca Canfield was their quarterback. And one of the best in the league.

“What do you mean?”

“I swear she was trying to make me look bad today. I’d think we’d all be working together, but she’d call a play for me to go right and she’d turn left, so I’d look like an idiot.”

“Look,” Ronda said. “Her girlfriend was our starting running back last year. She got traded last month. Maybe Canfield can’t handle a replacement.”

“Well, someone’s gotta be her replacement, right? We need a running back. And we have barely a month before the season starts.”

“I’ll talk to her,” Ronda said.

“No! You can’t. I mean, I’d look like a total whiner.”

“No. I won’t ask about you. I’ll just tell her she looks a little rusty and see if she wants to talk. I’ll tell her to shake it off one way or another,” Ronda said.

“Okay, but I won’t be mentioned?”

“Not at all.”


“I swear,” Ronda said.


They finished their dinner and their drinks. Ronda had a full stomach and was in a mellow mood. She was also sitting with a hot little number, so her hormones were burning just under the surface.

“So,” Ronda said. “I guess my next question is pretty obvious, huh?”

“If I’ll want to see you again?”

It was like a blow to the gut. She could almost feel her ego deflating. She recovered quickly.

“Yes. I’d like to see you again.”

“That wasn’t what you were asking and you know it.” Mallory laughed. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

Ronda stood and followed Mallory out of the restaurant. Or tried to. She was stopped three times and asked for her autograph. She tried to be gracious, but just wanted to tell the guys asking that she was just about to get laid. She knew better and had a good chuckle over the thought.

“What’s so funny?” Mallory asked when Ronda finally made it out.

“Nothing. Nothing at all.”

They sat together in the back of the car.

“You know, we have practice at ten tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t keep you up too late.”

“You don’t know that,” Mallory said. “I may be one of those women who takes forever.”

“Are you?”



They got out of the car and headed for the house.

“Which would you prefer first? The bed or the Jacuzzi tub?” Ronda asked.

“Oh, a tub sounds wonderful,” Mallory said.

Ronda led her back to the master bathroom. She turned the tub on and set the bubbles churning. Then she turned to Mallory. She pulled her shirt off and then removed her bra.

“Your uniform doesn’t do you justice,” Ronda said. “You’re all woman under those pads.”

“Yes, I am.”

Ronda held one breast in both hands. She bent and took Mallory’s nipple in her mouth. She sucked it hard. It responded by growing in her mouth and pressing against the roof of her mouth.

“Damn, woman,” Ronda said, but Mallory didn’t respond. She was holding on to Ronda’s shoulders, her eyes shut tight. “You’ve got some fine titties on you.”

Ronda unbuttoned Mallory’s slacks. She unzipped them and they dropped to the floor.

“You want to get those shoes off so I can see you naked?” Ronda said.

Mallory kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her pants.

“Oh, yeah,” Ronda said. “That’s what I call a body.”

Mallory was much curvier than Gayla, but her curves were right where they needed to be.

“Your turn,” Mallory said. “Let me get a look at what all the fuss is about.”

Ronda laughed.

“The fuss?”

“Sure. The body that’s worth however much they insure you for.”

“Oh, please. As far as I know, that’s just a rumor.” Ronda took her shirt off.

“I’m sure it’s not.”

Ronda finished stripping and turned off the water. She stood naked for Mallory’s inspection.

“Shit, woman, there’s not an ounce of fat on you,” Mallory said.

Ronda closed the distance between them and lifted Mallory’s chin. She gazed into her blue eyes, dark with passion. She lowered her mouth and tasted Mallory’s. Her lips were soft and tender. And Ronda needed more.

“Let’s get in the water,” she said. They sat next to each other and Ronda placed her arm around Mallory and pulled her close. She closed her mouth on Mallory’s again. This time she ran her tongue along her lower lip until Mallory opened her mouth for her. Ronda slid her tongue inside and found her warm and moist. Her desire soared as their tongues met and danced together. She never wanted the kiss to end, but eventually, Mallory broke it.

“Damn, you sure know how to kiss,” Mallory said.

“I’d say we do pretty good together.”

She ran her hand along the water until it was under one of Mallory’s breasts. She bent to take her nipple in her mouth again. She sucked hard and ran her tongue all over it.

“Oh, shit, Ronda.”

It was so much fun playing with her breast. She wanted to spend the whole night right there, but knew there was more to explore. She dropped the breast and ran her hand down her body to between her legs. She found her clit swollen and her lips wet.

“Oh, yeah, you’re ready for me, aren’t you?” Ronda said.

She kissed her again. A deep, passionate kiss that made her toes curl. Ronda slid her fingers inside Mallory, as deep as they would go. She pulled them out, then thrust them back in. She made sure to keep the palm of her hand on Mallory’s clit as she plunged her fingers in and out until Mallory grabbed her wrist and held it still.

“Jesus, oh Jesus,” Mallory said. “Oh, Jesus, yes. Oh, God, yes. Oh, yes.”

Ronda kept her hand where it was until Mallory relaxed back against the wall of the tub.

“So I guess we got there?” she said.

“Hell yes.”

Ronda smiled a big smile.

“Right on.” Then she said, “Let’s hit the bed.”

They got out and toweled off. Ronda led the way to the bed. She lay down and pulled Mallory on top of her.

“Easy, there, Ronda. I weigh more than I look like I do.”

“I’m not worried.”

“Well, I am. I don’t want to have to explain a boudoir injury to Coach Hindley.” She laughed.

“Fair enough. But you didn’t hurt me.”

Mallory rolled off Ronda and lay there running her hand up and down her body.

“I love your body,” she said.

“Like you admire it or you want it?”

“A little of both, I suppose. It’s natural to admire it, but damn, I want it, too.”

“Then take me, Mal. Fuck me senseless.”

Mallory sucked one of Ronda’s nipples into her mouth and took half her breast with it. She teased the other with her fingers while she sucked the one.

“Oh, yeah. Now we’re talkin’,” Ronda said.

Mallory let loose of the nipple and kissed down Ronda’s belly until she was between her legs. She pried her legs wide and got comfortable. She licked and nipped at Ronda’s hard clit before lapping at the juices flowing inside her.

Ronda had her hand on Mallory’s head, tangling in her dark hair. Mallory moved back to Ronda’s clit and sucked it between her lips. She flicked the tip of it with her tongue until Ronda cried out as she came.

Chapter Three

The next day, as the team left the locker room for the field, Ronda made her way to Canfield.

“You doin’ okay, Canfield?” she said.

“Yeah. Why?”

“You look a little rusty out there. I’d hate to see you lose your starting position just because you miss your girl.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m just sayin’ your girl isn’t coming back. One of these running backs has to be a starter. And you’re not making them look bad out there. You’re making it look like you don’t know the playbook. So get it together, huh?”

“Fuck you, Meyers. You focus on defense and let me focus on offense.”

“Suit yourself, but if you need to talk, I’m here.”

Ronda was on the sideline again when O’Reilly was called to go in. Ronda watched and Canfield looked much more coordinated. Ronda smiled to herself. She was glad Mallory wouldn’t look like a fool on the field.

* * *

Saturday evening arrived. It was a time Ronda had been dreading. Gayla had booked her for another fundraiser. This one was to benefit a local children’s program. Ronda was all about helping raise money for the kids, but she was exhausted and didn’t feel like pressing the flesh.

She dressed in a black suit with a white shirt, which she knew would be appropriate. She’d already checked with Gayla. Gayla was as excited as she could be. Ronda was barely able to relax with a drink due to all the texts Gayla was sending.

Gayla showed up at Ronda’s house early. She looked dynamite in her blue cocktail dress. It was a tight number, with a strap over her right shoulder. It showed off her cleavage in the most delightful way.

“You look great, babe.” Ronda kissed her cheek.

“Thanks. So do you.”

“Should I put on a blue shirt? You know, so we match?”

“No. You look fine just how you are.”

“You know, you’re crimping my style, booking all my Saturday nights with events. I need to be able to go out and let loose sometimes.”

“I’m sorry, loverboi, but the closer we get to the season, the more events we have.”

“Ugh.” She sat in her favorite recliner. She seemed to have forgotten Gayla was there as she took another sip of scotch. “I’m sorry. I should have offered you a drink.”

“I know where to find the booze.” Gayla crossed the room to the bar. She came back to stand in front of Ronda.

“Do I have any showings tomorrow?” Ronda said.

“Nope. Remember? You asked me to clear the day for you.”

“I don’t remember that at all. Thank God you’re my brains.”

Gayla sat on the couch across from Ronda and crossed her legs.

“Baby, I’ll be whatever you need me to be.”

“You just keep being my brains and my part-time bedmate and I’ll be happy. Which, by the way, I’m hoping you’ll want to be tonight. Because, babe, you’re on fire.”

“I love that you think so. If you do, so might everybody else.”

Ronda wondered anew if Gayla truly dressed for the crowds or if she was the one she tried to impress. It didn’t matter. The crowds would appreciate her as Ronda’s date for the night.

“So, what’s the deal tonight? How long do we have to stay?”

Gayla laughed.

“You’re funny. We’re not even there yet and you’re trying to leave. Relax. You just might have fun.”

“I might. But I doubt it.” She set her drink down and called for the car. “We’ve got about ten minutes.”

“Just enough time to mess up my makeup,” Gayla said.


“Never mind.”

“Oh. I get it. Very funny.” She looked hard at Gayla.

“What?” Gayla said.

“Nothing. Sometimes I wonder.”


“How serious you are about me?”

“Serious? Please. You’re not the only one who goes out and lets loose.”

“Okay. I’m sorry. I guess it’s just my ego.”

“No, dear. Okay, well, maybe partially. But it’s also your unnatural fear of commitment. I’m surprised you invited me to stay tonight. That’s two Saturdays in a row. Anyone else might start getting ideas.”

“I know you won’t. I might momentarily freak, but I know, deep down, you know better.”

“I think the car’s here.” Gayla walked to the window.

Ronda crossed the room to stand behind her. She ground herself into her ass. It felt good. She reached around and pulled Gayla back into her.

“You sure you don’t want to skip this thing?” Ronda said.

“We look too good to waste it.”

They climbed in the car and were whooshed off to the Children’s Museum. As Ronda stepped out, the flashes began and didn’t stop until she and Gayla had made their way inside.

“How many photographers were out there?” Ronda whispered in Gayla’s ear.

“Not that many, I don’t think. I think a lot of regular people were out there, too.”

A woman who looked to be in her fifties approached them.

“Ronda Meyers? This is such a pleasure. I’m Carleen Brynes. I’m the chair tonight.” She extended her hand and Ronda took it. It was soft and Ronda fought the urge to press her lips to it. Her face was kind and her short-cropped silver hair really showed off her blue eyes. She was gorgeous. Ronda felt the familiar twinge deep inside. It took her a moment to recover.

“This is Gayla Adkins,” she said as she stepped aside. “Gayla, Carleen.”

“It’s wonderful to meet you,” Gayla said. “And Ronda has been so excited for this event. She loves children.”

Ronda listened and made herself not shake her head. Something happened to Gayla at these events. She just transformed into someone else. Ronda wished she could do the same thing. She supposed she must to some extent. Otherwise, no one would invite her to them.

“Well, let’s get you two some champagne,” Carleen said. She linked her hand through Ronda’s elbow. “Lead on, mighty one.”

Ronda laughed, a genuine laugh. Gayla arched an eyebrow at her as she walked along on the other side.

“So, Carleen,” Ronda said when they reached the table of champagne. “How did you end up working with this organization?”

“I love children and I love books. It was only natural that I set up a foundation to get children more involved in reading.”

“That’s awesome.”

“Are you a big reader?” Carleen said.

“Ronda really doesn’t have time to read much with her busy schedule,” Gayla said.

Carleen looked over as if she’d forgotten Gayla was there.

“I do read the sport section of the paper,” Ronda said. “To follow our competitors, you know?”

“Of course.” Carleen laughed and placed her hand on Ronda’s forearm.

Ronda really liked Carleen and wanted to get her away from the crowds. She wanted to see if this lover of children was also a lover of women. But that didn’t seem likely to happen as the crowd pressed in on them.

“I think we need to mingle,” Gayla said. “I’ll head that way and you two head this way?”

“I think that sounds wonderful,” Carleen said. “Come on, Ronda. Let’s press the flesh.”

“I do love pressing flesh,” Ronda said. Gayla shot her a look. What was it? Jealousy? Ronda didn’t know. She smiled at her and allowed herself to be guided by Carleen.

As they moved through the crowd, they stopped to sign autographs on balls, posters, and books. Someone asked Ronda how she felt about the foundation.

“I think it’s great. Kids reading means fewer kids on the street,” Ronda said. She received a warm round of applause. She caught Gayla watching her. She arched an eyebrow and was treated to a smile and a nod.

“Are you getting warm?” Carleen said. “We could step outside for some air.”

“I don’t know that it won’t be just as warm out there, but at least the air will be fresh,” Ronda said.

They stepped out onto the back patio.

“Oh, this is nice,” Ronda said.

“It really is. You’re doing wonderfully in there. You’re a natural. You must really enjoy these events.”

“I do okay,” Ronda said. “Sometimes they’re hard. But thank you. You’re making this one easy.”

“It’s my pleasure. To escort one of Houston’s most eligible bachelorettes for an evening is no skin off my nose.”

Ronda laughed a deep belly laugh.

“That’s funny.”

“You are, you know. There are a lot of women who would kill to be me tonight.”

“I don’t think so. But thank you. You’re certainly good for my ego.”

Carleen stood in front of Ronda and looked deep into her eyes.

“I’m quite sure of it. I’d be a fool not to recognize that.”

Ronda stood still, unsure what was expected of her. Should she kiss Carleen? She wanted to, but was Carleen just playing the happy hostess? Ronda was saved when Gayla walked out onto the patio to join them.

“People are asking where you’ve gone,” she said. “My whole side of the room is geared up and ready to meet you.”

“I just needed a little fresh air,” Ronda said. “We can get back to it now.”

“Great. Come on.” Gayla linked her hand through one elbow while Carleen did the same with the other. They went to the opposite side of the room and the people there erupted with cheers when they saw Ronda.

“Ronda Meyers!” someone yelled.

“You’re the greatest!” someone else called.

It was all very heady for Ronda, who knew she was the best on the football field, but hearing it from fans struck a note in her.

“Thank you,” she said and smiled at her followers.

She proceeded through the crowd and shook hands with the fifty or so fans who were there.

“Have you made your donation?” she asked every time she stopped to sign something.

The night progressed smoothly and people were finally starting to make their way out of the place.

“How are you doing?” Gayla whispered.

“Get me out of here,” Ronda whispered back.

“Oh, Ronda,” Carleen said. “Tonight has been such a success. Thank you so much for this. And if I can do anything for you, anything at all, don’t you dare hesitate to ask.”

Ronda felt her slip something in her jacket pocket but knew better than to take it out and look at it with Gayla there. She hoped it was a phone number. She’d love to spend more time with Carleen.

Ronda shook her hand.

“It’s been a pleasure. Thank you for the wonderful work you do.”

“And thank you,” Carleen said to Gayla. “I appreciate all your help tonight.”

“My pleasure. Now it’s time for me to get Ronda home before she turns into a pumpkin.”

“Fair enough.” Carleen laughed. Her blue eyes sparkled. “I’ll see you both around.”

They climbed into the car and Ronda let out a long sigh, happy the event was over, even though time with Carleen had been enjoyable.

“So what did I interrupt out there?” Gayla said.


“On the patio. Something was going on. Had you just kissed her?”

“What? No. We were talking. That’s all.”

“She had a guilty look on her face.”

“Well, maybe she had something goin’ on in her mind, but I didn’t touch her. And who cares if I did?”

“It’s not a big deal. I was just wondering.”

“Well, no. Nothing happened.”

They drove to Ronda’s house and Ronda held Gayla’s hand as she climbed out of the car. She pulled her against her.

“You’re the only one I’ve been thinking about kissing tonight,” she said.

“I so don’t believe you, but it’s okay. I don’t own you.”

“No, but I had promised to be with you tonight, so I don’t want you to think I was hitting on someone else or thinking about leaving you high and dry.”

“I wouldn’t have been dry, baby.”

“No.” She smiled. “I don’t suppose you would have been.”

Ronda kissed Gayla softly on her lips.

“I love kissing you,” she said.

“Then do it again,” Gayla said.

Ronda kissed her again, harder. She let her tongue wander into Gayla’s mouth and felt the familiar stirring that came from kissing her. She released her and led her up the stairs and inside.

“Would you like something to drink?”

“Sure. I’d love a scotch.”

Ronda poured two of them and walked over to the sofa where Gayla sat. She sat next to her.

“Babe, you rocked that place tonight,” Ronda said. “You outshone everyone there.”

“I think that would be you,” Gayla said. “You were the most handsome person there, male or female.”

“Thank you,” Ronda said. “I felt in my groove tonight. I didn’t feel all robotic and on display. I don’t know what was different.”

“I think it was Carleen. I think you like her.”

“She was a very attractive woman.”

“You should have invited her home to play with us.”

Ronda stopped, glass halfway to her lips.

“What did you just say?”

Gayla laughed.

“What? You’ve never done that before? I have a hard time believing that. You may be younger than I am, but I doubt you’re any more innocent.”

“Wow,” Ronda said. “Just wow. I can’t believe we’re having this talk. Actually, we’re not. I refuse to have this talk with you.”

“Fine. But I still kind of wish you’d invited Carleen home with us.”

“I want to spend this night focused on you. Only you. You took my breath away the minute you walked in wearing that dress. I wanted to peel it off you as soon as I saw you. It didn’t cross my mind to add another variable to our equation.”

“Fair enough.” She snuggled closer to Ronda. “I just want you to know, if the opportunity comes up, I’m open to it.”

Ronda felt odd. For a moment, she was jealous. Yes, jealous and she was a big enough woman to admit it. To herself, not to anyone else. But next came the arousal. Watching Gayla and Carleen make love would have been totally hot.

“Whatcha thinkin’ handsome?” Gayla said.

“Just kind of considering that. Wondering what it would be like to have a threesome with you.”

Gayla hiked her dress up around her waist and straddled Ronda’s lap.

“It would be just like the two of us but with one more person to please and be pleased by.”

Ronda ran her hands up Gayla’s thighs until she could feel the heat radiating from within.

“But it takes so much concentration to please you. I’d hate to miss a suck or a stroke because someone was distracting me.”

“Ronda Meyers. Are you telling me you’ve never had a three- way?”

“I’m just saying I can’t imagine a three-way with you. I don’t like to share.”

“You’re so sweet. Careful. A girl could get ideas.”

“No, you won’t.”

She pulled Gayla to her and kissed her again, the taste of scotch sweet on her mouth.

Gayla unbuckled Ronda’s belt. Next she unbuttoned her slacks and unzipped them. She slid her hand inside and found Ronda drenched. Ronda ground her teeth together to keep from crying out at Gayla’s knowing touch.

“Relax, baby,” Gayla cooed into Ronda’s ear. “Let it happen.”

Ronda tried to stand, but found her legs unsteady. Gayla helped her up then knelt before her to take off her shoes. She helped Ronda step out of her slacks and boxers. Ronda liked looking down to see Gayla looking up at her, knowing what she was looking at.

Gayla kissed up Ronda’s inner thighs.

“No,” Ronda said. “I can’t hold my balance.”

She sat down and Gayla spread her legs and licked the length of her. She lapped at her juices and sucked her clit. She flicked her tongue over it and Ronda climaxed almost immediately.

“Damn, woman. What happened to ladies first?”

“Not tonight. You looked too good. I had to have you and have you as soon as I could. I didn’t want to wait. I wanted you before the gig, you may remember.”

“I do remember.” Ronda sat there trying to catch her breath. “That was intense. And it happened so quickly. You’re gonna start rumors I’m easy.”

“I’ll never breathe a word of it to anyone,” Gayla said. “Now get me out of this dress.”

Ronda stood and rubbed her hand over Gayla’s exposed shoulder.

“Your skin is so smooth,” she said. She bent to kiss her shoulder and got to inhale Gayla’s light fragrance. “And you smell so good.”

“You’re making me crazy,” Gayla said.

“Just because you got me off so fast doesn’t mean I won’t take my time with you.”

“Honey, I can’t help but take you fast. I take one look at you and I melt.”

“Well, let me return the favor. Let’s go back to my room where we can get comfortable.”

When they got to Ronda’s bedroom, she unzipped Gayla’s dress.

“I always feel so bad when I take the wrapping off my presents,” Ronda said.


“You always look so damned good in those dresses. Don’t get me wrong, I love you naked, but it’s a sad thing to have to take the dresses off to get to the goods.”

“I think I know what you’re saying so I won’t take offense.”

“Good. Please don’t. I’m a football player. Not a poet.”

Gayla laughed.

“This is true.”

Ronda kissed Gayla on the mouth then as she unhooked her bra and tossed it on top of her dress. She kissed down her body until she got to her panties, which she pulled down and helped Gayla step out of.

She eased her back onto the bed and sucked one nipple and then the other.

“Damn, you’ve got the best tits,” Ronda said.

“I do believe you’ve mentioned that.”

“I just love holding them and sucking them.”

“Well, you sure know how to make them feel good, so please keep doing what you’re doing.”

Ronda continued to suck on her nipple as she ran her hand down her body to where her legs met. She teased Gayla’s clit briefly before entering her. She moved her fingers in and out until Gayla was bucking on the bed, keeping time with her.

Finally, Ronda moved her fingers back to Gayla’s clit and rubbed it until Gayla tangled her fingers in Ronda’s hair and called out her name.

“There you go, baby,” Ronda said. “Now you just relax.”

“How could I do anything else?”

Chapter Four

With nothing on her agenda the next day, Ronda lay in bed an extra long time. She spent part of it dozing and part of it watching Gayla sleep. When she could finally stand it no longer, she got out of bed and went to the kitchen to make coffee. She stretched, her back sore from the extra time in bed.

The coffee was brewing and Ronda flashed back to Carleen from the night before. What had she slipped in her pocket? She went into the bedroom and took a business card from her jacket pocket. On the back was a cell number. Ronda smiled. She would definitely give her a call. Why not? She was a beautiful woman.

She went back to the kitchen and used a magnet to stick the card to her refrigerator. She was just about to pour a cup of coffee when Gayla walked in.

“Whatcha doin’ hot stuff?” she said.

“Just getting some caffeine. Can I get you some?”


Gayla perused Ronda’s refrigerator while Ronda poured the coffee.

“Well, lookie here,” Gayla said. “Someone scored a business card from Carleen.”

“Yeah, I did. Pretty cool, huh?”

“Very cool. Are you going to call her?”

“I thought I might.” Ronda was silent for a second. “You know it’s kinda weird to be having this conversation while we’re standing here naked.”

“Baby, you know I don’t care who you sleep with.”

“I know, but it’s still strange.”

“Well, I’m not going to put my clothes on until you make me. I was kind of hoping us both being naked might lead to more sex.”

“You were, huh?” Ronda took Gayla in her arms. She loved the contrast of her dark skin with Gayla’s white skin. She lifted her up and set her on the kitchen counter.

“Ronda! You’re going to hurt yourself if you keep doing stuff like that.”

“I know my strength,” Ronda said. “Don’t you worry about me.”

“You’d better. You strain anything and I need to explain it, well, we’ll both be in trouble.”

“Don’t you worry.”

Ronda sucked a nipple deep into her mouth. She ran her tongue over it.

Gayla groaned. She clamped her hands over Ronda’s head and held her in place.

“Yes. Oh, yes, baby.”

Ronda was hot and getting hotter by the moment. She wanted to take Gayla to places she’d never been before.

“Don’t move,” she said.

“What the…Where are you going?”

“Just stay there,” Ronda called over her shoulder as she walked down the hall.

She came back and Gayla was sitting up, legs together.

“Hey, what gives?” Ronda asked.

“You left. I didn’t feel like sitting here like a jezebel.”

“Oh, babe. You’re not a jezebel. You’re a beautiful woman I want to please with every ounce of me.”

“So, why did you leave then?

Ronda brought her arm from behind her back. In her hand was a long, thick dildo.

“I want to fill you up, Gayla. I want to make you feel things you’ve never felt.”

Gayla’s eyes grew wide.

“I don’t know if I can take all that, Ronda.”

“Well, I say we try. Now, relax and spread those legs again.”

Ronda set the dildo down and spread Gayla’s legs so she could stand between them. She then went back to playing with Gayla’s nipples. She sucked one while she tugged and twisted the other.

She moved her hand to Gayla’s pussy and found her very wet. She slipped a couple of fingers inside. She spread them out then pulled them back out. She did this several times. She took her fingers out and sucked them clean.

“Damn, you taste good.”

“Oh, my God, Ronda, what are you doing?”

“I’m tasting you.”

Ronda picked up the dildo. She ran it along the length of Gayla.

“I’m scared,” Gayla said.

“Don’t be. Relax.”

She barely entered Gayla with just the tip.

“How does that feel?”

“More. I need more.”

Ronda smiled.

“I thought you’d say that.”

She eased a little more in. The toy was halfway inside Gayla.

“Just fuck me with it, baby. I can take it,” Gayla said.

Ronda slid the dildo the rest of the way in. She pushed hard on it then slid it back out. Then, slowly she entered her again.

“Oh, God, Ronda. Stop teasing me. Fuck me hard and fast. That feels so fucking good.”

Ronda was happy to oblige. She sucked a nipple while she fucked Gayla with the toy. In and out and in and out she went. Gayla arched her hips and met every thrust.

Finally, she pulled Ronda to her and cried out as the orgasms racked her body.

“Wow,” she said. “That was awesome.”

“Yeah? Good. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m going to take it out now, okay?”

“Hm? Yeah. Okay.”

Her body held tight to it, but eventually Ronda managed to ease it out. She went to the kitchen sink and washed it off.

“So.” She turned back to Gayla. “I guess it was worth it to stay naked, huh?”

“Hell yeah, baby.” She laughed.

Ronda helped Gayla down from the kitchen counter and poured them each a cup of coffee. Gayla took hers black, but Ronda added a generous amount of chocolate milk to hers.

“I want to go for a swim,” Gayla said.

“Sounds good to me.”

Gayla opened the slider and Ronda followed her out to the patio and the pool beyond. Ronda’s backyard was full of live oak trees, pecan trees, and banana trees. There was no way her neighbors could see them.

They dove in the pool and swam around until they came together in the shallow end.

“I love to watch your muscles ripple as you swim,” Gayla said.

“Hush, woman. You’re going to make me blush.”

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