Backstage: A Fake Marriage Romance, page 27
The other I’ve decided I’ve fallen in love with, who will be my dual plan A, my back-up plan B or my one and only if all else fails, is the quarterback of the other team. Carter Kane is considered to be the best quarterback playing football at the moment, perhaps even the finest of his generation. Someone else’s words, not mine. After a somewhat checkered rookie year, Carter has cleaned out the skeletons in his closet, doubled down on his focus and never once looked back. He has the potential to be the most decorated player in American Football history and from my perspective, Carter has the potential to be an incredible fuck, on a permanent basis. With his towering profile - Kane stands at over six foot seven inches tall - his muscular aspect, strong arms and tree-trunk thick thighs make him an athlete with incredible strength, stamina, and force. He has an incredible natural ability, the type of look that makes panties melt in a four hundred mile radius, and oozes sex appeal without even having to try. This guy is the guy that teaches everyone else how to be sexy without even breaking a sweat doing it.
After a few troubled relationships, Carter has admitted to putting his search for love on the back burner, while he concentrates on his football career, but hasn’t outright denied the possibility of falling in love. This coming from a man who use to change women more often than his socks. The idea of just being next to him makes me squeal in delight. The idea of being sandwiched between the two of them, enough to make my pussy tingle like it does just before I come.
I’m getting wet looking at the profiles of them online, and then even wetter watching them perform on the field below me. How can anyone get turned on by money or power, when the best thing in the world is clearly seeing a strong man do something better than anyone else? And these two Gods of men are clearly better than anyone else in their chosen field. Carter has an arm like a cannon, while Logan could pluck an apple from the top branch of a tree and still have time to do a somersault and double pike before his feet hit the ground again. What Carter has in sheer strength, Logan has in speed, Carter is experienced, focused and serious whereas Logan is a rookie, full of energy and doesn’t seem to take life too seriously. The two together would be an unstoppable force, each man complimenting the other, while they both work together to compliment me.
No reason not to set my sights high after all, especially when these men are both single and looking for love.
For me, love would be the perfect conclusion, but lust would ultimately do. I’d prefer to be locked up in a turret rather than have sex with Elon, and if that’s going to happen I might as well make it worth it.
Who can resist a princess anyway? I know Carter says he’s given up looking, but that’s only because he hasn’t met me yet. Logan looks like he’d be easy to convince if I let him know what I’m happy to give him. The difficulty might be convincing them both to please me together. But I’m getting ahead of myself. I’ve still got to somehow got rid of Elon, while I arrange a meeting with Logan and Carter. I’ve got a bracelet that gives me access up here, so I suppose there’s a possibility it might give me access down there too, and I guess if I can slip away without Elon following me there’s no harm in trying while the players are off the field for half-time. If the bracelet doesn’t work I’ve always got the princess card in my locker too, that’s never failed me so far.
And in the unlikely event that none of that works, I’ll just have to think of some other way. Logan and Carter may not be the perfect men for me after meeting them, but as long as I’m searching I might as well begin somewhere. I already know they are the best on offer in this crowd of thousands, and one thing I’ve learned so far as a princess is never accept anything but the best.
At half-time, it’s all square. The Jets have drawn level and the two sides disappear off the field with little to separate them. My heart is beating hard when I step back into the private room, my plan already concocted and ready to play out beat by deceptive beat. Leave the room (without Elon), head downstairs, find the entrance to the player's room, find Carter and Logan, make an indecent proposal, kiss (optional), make my way back up here, act as though I’ve missed Elon and I’ve done nothing wrong.
“Are you alright?” Elon says, looking up at me suspiciously from his cell phone.
“It’s half-time”, I say.
“Okay, good”, Elon says, his face becoming animated. “We could-.”
I cut him off. “I was going to go for a walk, look at the stadium.”
“They do a tour after the game has finished”, Elon says. “A private tour.”
I sit down next to him. “Have you ever wondered what it’s like to be part of a royal family”, I say.
Elon’s face lights up enthusiastically, perhaps thinking that I’m suggesting that at one point he might get the chance as my prince. “Yes”, he says.
I ignore him and continue. “Well, life is kind of restrictive at home, but here, I have a freedom I’ve never experienced before.”
“Yes”, Elon says again. “America truly is the land of the free.”
“Well, I can’t walk around a football stadium at home and buy a hot dog and pretend to be normal.”
“I can order hot dogs if you like”, Elon says, missing the point entirely. “You don’t have to queue up with everyone else. You should have told me you were hungry.”
He’s reaching for his cell when I stop him.
“It’s not that”, I say. “I just want to feel what it’s like to be anonymous in a big crowd for a while.”
Elon looks at me suspiciously as though I’m speaking a completely different language.
“Anonymous?”, he says. “Big crowd”, he says.
I nod. “Wait for me here?” I ask. “Will you do that for me?”
I give him my princess eye flutter and remarkably it works. He may not understand the why, but he clearly understands the potential long game.
“Take as long as you need”, Elon says. “But don’t get lost and call me if you need me.”
“Don’t tell Mom and Dad, will you?” I say. “They just wouldn’t understand.”
“Our secret”, Elon says, his hand gripping mine tightly.
“Thank you, Elon”, I say, my heart beating so hard at the deviousness of my plan it’s ready to jump out of my body altogether. Elude Elon, find real men, convince them to show me what they are capable of.
“Shall I send security with you?” Elon says.
“No”, I insist. “Nothing like that. Just give me a little while to walk around and experience what it’s like to be a normal girl for once. I’ll be back before the second half starts.”
“Okay”, Elon says, “But I don’t-.”
And I’m out of the door before he has a chance to finish.
Carter
That was the most intense half of football I’ve played this year. Everyone’s pretty pumped up in the locker room, but I’m disappointed we’re not going to go out there again in the lead. Logan has been all over our defense, running the backs ragged, but without him, their team is nothing. We’re much more solid throughout the side, we just aren’t playing hard enough to win.
Sometimes this team just doesn’t get that no matter how hard I try and drill it into their skulls. I see a lot of rookies come through happy to settle for second best, but as far as I’m concerned that’s a bullshit attitude. If you don’t want something hard enough you’ll never get it. Logan’s got that appetite to win, which is why he’s already got the stats he has coming into this game, the problem is he just happens to be on the wrong fucking side.
If we were to change up on defense and concentrate on closing him down, we’d need an extra player just to hold him back and if we lined up like that we’d risk exposes ourselves on the off-side. What we need to do is make sure the ball doesn’t get out from the quarterback and into a space anywhere near his hands, but for some reason our ends just aren’t stepping up. It’s embarrassing, but there is little else I can do but give them a few choice words of motivation and hope they can pull it together for the third and fourth quarter.
If we lose today it’ll be because we let them play, not because they were the better team, not that half of these players share the same sentiments. Sometimes I fucking wonder. Go long or go home has long been an internal motto of motivation for me, but the more rookies I see come through who are happy to give just enough needed to get by, I wonder how much things have changed in the years since I became a pro.
There is emotion here, that’s for sure, but the drive that we had in our Superbowl year doesn’t seem to be with us yet in this campaign. Patriots are topping the division, and game on game, the cracks are beginning to show in both our defensive and offensive units. I’m excluding myself from that statistic, by the way. Without me, this team would be scraping through week to week, thinking more about damage protection rather than another Superbowl final.
I go out to the tunnel to take a breather. Twelve minutes is way too short to spend it all in the heat of the locker room. I need to fix my head and focus on turning this into a win. If Patriots turn us over here today it’ll give them the belief they can go all the way. If we crush them in their own backyard, however, there is every chance this will be a season turning point.
There are security officials out here and the usual marshalls, clipboard holders, high visibility jacket wearers, police, and paramedics, but there is also someone that doesn’t look like she belongs at all.
Even from here, and half-hidden in shadow, I can tell she’s absolutely gorgeous. As I get nearer, I can see she’s smiling at me and gesturing in my direction. She has hair that looks like it goes on forever, tied up in the kind of pleat you see princesses in fairytales wearing, a petite but beautifully defined body and huge, incredibly gorgeous eyes surrounded by a perfect, honey milk complexion. She’s a woman, there’s no doubt about that, but she can’t be more than eighteen or nineteen years old. That’s not the only thing I notice about her either. Before I even get to her I can tell she’s dangerous. Her look may give off innocence and butter wouldn’t melt, but I know women well enough to know this one has got all kinds of naughty going around her head.
That’ll probably explain perfectly too, why she’s stood there next to the one man that could sniff her out in a crowd of ten million.
“Carter Kane”, Logan O’Connor says casually as I approach. “Marissa and I were just talking about you.”
Chapter Four
Marissa
Getting through security is way easier than it should be. I flash my VIP bracelet, thrust my tits forward and smile sweetly. The fact that Logan was already out here just a coincidental bonus.
“Man, you are even bigger close up than you are on the field.”
Logan takes the words out of my mouth while Carter takes care of my breath. The wide receiver has sort of trapped me up against the wall while the quarterback closes off any chance of my escape. Any more tension I could explode.
“What are you doing back here?” Carter says to me. “You know this is a restricted area?”
“Come on man, she’s with me”, Logan says, coming immediately to my defense.
I hold my wrist up to flash off the wristband, my fingers trembling a little. “I was just doing the included tour.”
“That’s right”, Logan says, smiling flirtatiously. “We don’t usually get girls as pretty as you all the way down here.”
I look from one giant of a man to the other, my eyes dancing across the lycra uniforms quick enough for them not to notice it, not quick enough for me to miss, almost too excited to hold my nerve. They could do terrible things to me, incredible things. Just the smell of them is making my pussy twitch like someone’s held an electrode to it. Musk, sweat, testosterone. These are real men, and even without asking them, I know they want to.
“I didn’t have a good enough view from upstairs”, I say. “And I wanted to meet the stars after all.”
“Isn’t this the kind of thing you usually wait until after the game for?” Carter asks Logan. “Come on, you’ve had your fun.”
“Since when did you become such a buzz killer, Carter?” Logan says. “The least we can do is meet the fans. She’s come all the way down here after all.”
Carter gives off a low growl like a trapped animal. “I’m going back to the locker room”, he says. “You should do the same if you want to win.”
“Wait”, I say. “I know I shouldn’t be down here. I wasn’t sure if they’d even let me in, but I thought I’d try.”
“Well now it’s time to go back up”, Carter says.
When he turns his back, Logan mouths the word asshole to me, which makes me laugh.
“I’ve got a proposition for you”, I say.
“Three minutes”, Carter says, stepping away.
“Go on”, Logan says.
“Winner gets a date with me”, I say.
“A date?” Logan says. “You know, who that’s gonna be right? Carter, you hear that? I’m going on a date with this princess.”
Carter pauses briefly and then turns around to march back towards us.
“Listen”, he says, squaring up to Logan and completely ignoring me. “I’ve got some advice for you. I’m going to tell you because I don’t think anyone else will.”
“Go on”, Logan says in a disinterested tone.
“You have the potential to not only be one of the best wide receivers ever, but one of the best football players. If you want to achieve that you need to start concentrating more on the game than you do on your own dick.”
While Logan chews that advice over, Carter turns to me, pushing Logan to the side.
“I’m Carter Kane”, he says, holding out his hand.
“Marissa”, I say, smiling sweetly up at him.
“Have a think about where you’d like to go, because there is no way I’m letting Logan win this.”
“Hey”, Logan says, pushing his way back into the conversation. “What about your advice to concentrate on the game rather than your own dick?”
“My advice to you”, Carter says. “I’m doing you a favor.”
“We’ll see”, Logan says.
“You better get back to your seat, Marissa”, Carter says to me. “You don’t want to miss any of the action.”
After that, he puts on his helmet again and heads back towards the locker room.
“Man that guy is so serious”, Logan says. “No wonder people think he’s an asshole.”
“How did you know I was a princess?” I ask.
Logan looks at me and laughs. “Go tell the guy that you’re here with that you're dumping him for a real man, and then work out where you’d like me to take you. Carter’s a good football player, but he’s getting kind of old. I couldn’t let you waste your time with him.”
I smile at that. One thing Logan clearly doesn’t lack is confidence, and that turns me on. He’s way cuter than he is in his online photos too, and I know it sounds stupid to say it, but much more real. Whereas Carter gave off a territorial, macho vibe, Logan makes me feel like we’ve known each other for years. I’ve barely been in his company for five minutes, but I get the impression that we know exactly what we want from each other. He might flirt with every pretty girl he sees, but even if he does, I can’t help but be attracted to it. Just by standing next to him, I can tell how attentive he’ll be in bed. He’s like a little puppy dog that wants to lick you all over.
“I think he’s cute”, I say.
“Not as cute as me, though, right?”
The players start coming out of the locker rooms, and it’s clear they are about to head back out to the field.
“You don’t have to be somewhere?” I say, refusing to inflate his ego.
Logan doesn’t seem bothered. Unwavering, unflappable confidence, no matter what anyone else says. He isn’t cuter, just different. Both men make my clitoris stand on end.
“Logan, what the fuck?” someone calls from the crowd of players already lining up to troop out.
“Chill out”, he calls back to them. “So, when I win, how am I gonna find you?”
“Logan?” comes the call again.
I begin to walk away, my hands still trembling with excitement.
“Marissa?”
“Get the fuck in line, Logan”, I hear Carter say. ”You’re embarrassing yourself.”
“I’ll find you”, I say, and disappear back through security to make my way up the stairs and back to Elon.
Chapter Five
Marissa
Elon has opened another bottle of champagne in my absence, while the first one remains unfinished. I wonder if he does this just because he can, or whether he just thinks that’s the bit that never gets drunk anyway.
According to his online data, he’s not always had money, but he certainly seems like he’s adjusted himself rather easily to the change.
“Good walk?” he asks as I move more deeply into the room.
“I saw the field”, I say with a courteous smile, my still trembling hands gathered behind my back to keep them out of view.
“Excellent”, Elon says. “I’m glad you’ve got that out of your system.”
He doesn’t know the half of it. “I spoke to your parents”, he continues. “Your father was particularly pleased about how well it’s going.”
“Oh?” I say.
“I told him I’ve already arranged another date for us. Something a little more romantic.”
“Oh?” I say again, this time my tone one of hard-to-hide surprise.
“You did want?-”, Elon begins.
“Of course”, I lie. “To get to know each other better. It’s important-.”
“That’s what I thought”, Elon beams. “It’s clear we have a good connection. A mutual interest in football, a mutual benefit from being in a partnership together.”
