Game On - A Sexy Sports Scandal

Chapter 1

Interested?

Hell yes Jackson was interested.  He'd been interested in Brooke Laverne since the moment he was introduced to her at the Dallas Trial Lawyers Association luncheon two months ago.  She'd been a fixture in his fantasies ever since he saw her mile-long legs and the skimpy skirt that had barely covered them.  He'd pictured himself tearing open one of those fitted blazers she always wore—the ones that may have covered everything, but were tight enough to show off every single one of her delicious curves.  Forget power pants suits; Brooke's power was oozing sexuality.  She had an incredible ability to look like a supermodel while she wiped the floor with opposing counsel.

Interested doesn't even begin to describe it, Jackson said as his lips curled into a smile. 

Great!  She squealed with obvious excitement.

Does she always squeal like that when she's excited?  Would she make the same noise if I threw her down on this table and screwed her brains out?  His cock stiffened, eager for an answer.

I've been keeping tabs on what you've done with Heath's career, Brooke said, forcing his mind back to business.  You're one hell of a sports agent, and it's only a side project for you right now.  I can't imagine how incredible you'd be if you were a full-time agent.

I never pictured myself opening up a sports agency before, Jackson admitted. 

His dream had always been to follow in his father's professional footsteps and handle corporate law for the family business, Montgomery Oil.  He'd only become Heath's agent because he wanted his little brother's ass protected from scam artists and other dirt bags when he was drafted into the NFL.  Even though he made a cool ten percent off of Heath's superstar salary, he still spent at least sixty hours a week in his plush corner office at Montgomery Oil's massive skyscraper in the middle of Downtown Dallas. 

Maybe it's time for something different.  He wasn't taking Brooke up on her offer because he wanted to fuck her.  No, starting a sports agency with Brooke sounded like a hell of a lot of fun—sex or no sex.

Montgomery Oil thrived for a hundred years before I graduated from law school.  I think they'll be able to survive if I leave, he winked.

Brooke's crystal blue eyes twinkled.  She nibbled on her bottom lip and then cocked an eyebrow at him, sending a sizzle down to his hard cock.  So does this mean we're partners?

We sure are.  Let's take the sports world by storm.

Chapter 2

Two hours later, Jackson and Brooke had hammered out most of the details for their new partnership.  There were still contracts that needed to be drawn up and signed, but that could wait.  Right now, all Jackson wanted was to celebrate their new partnership with a bottle of Dom Perignon.  When the owner at Maggio's—Jackson's favorite little Italian bistro—overheard what the two of them were toasting to, he insisted on giving them a heaping plate of Tiramisu to go along with their champagne.

That was amazing, Brooke sighed an hour later when Jackson was paying the check.  And I don't just mean the food and the champagne.  I can't wait for us to be partners.

It's going to be one hell of a ride, Jackson smiled.  And I agree—Dallas isn't the place to do it.  If we're going to be big-time, we need to be headquartered in Los Angeles.

I've got to admit, I never thought I'd be able to convince you to leave Texas.  Her bright blue eyes blazed as she spoke.  The bubbles in the Dom Perignon were nothing compared to the buzz he got from looking into her eyes.

I love Texas, but I like to think of myself as a good businessman, he said as he shifted in his chair, trying to force his cock to calm down.  I understand that our clients are going to want the bright lights of L.A., not the ranches of North Texas, and we need to give it to them.

They made their way out of Maggio's and over to Brooke's shiny red Mercedes.  Even though the only light came from the full moon above them, he could see her licking her lips.  He'd been around her enough to know that she didn't walk; she strutted like she was on a runway at Fashion Week.  But her ass swayed even more noticeably tonight.  If she was trying to make it impossible for him to stare at anything else, she was succeeding.  All he could think about was helping himself to two big handfuls. 

She stopped next to her car and began tracing a fingertip across his chest.  Enough about business.  There's something I've been wanting to do ever since I met you.

Oh yeah? Jackson said, trying his best to sound innocent.  But when Brooke's light fingertip touch turned into a full-handed rubdown across his pecs, it was obvious that he hadn't been the only one fantasizing.

She leaned in and kissed him.  A split second after her soft lips pressed against his, her hot, wet tongue pushed its way into his mouth.  Her hand slid down his chest, down to his throbbing erection.  When she gave the bulge in his pants a squeeze, he knew this night was about to get a hell of a lot more interesting.

She began massaging his rock-hard cock.  I want you to fuck me.  Now, she whispered in between kisses.  My condo is only two blocks from here.

He grabbed her hand and hurried over to his Range Rover.  Seconds later, he peeled out of Maggio's parking lot.  She spoke quickly, telling him which street to turn on and which building to look for.  Just the sound of her voice made his cock ache. 

After screeching to a stop in Brooke's parking garage, they raced into the elevator and up to the ninth floor.  When they finally reached condo 9F, Jackson's cock stretched his pants to the limit.  He didn't even try to hide the bulge.  She looked down at it, then smiled at him.  He smiled back.  Brooke's long, sexy legs were going to feel like heaven wrapped around his waist.

As soon as her front door slammed behind them, Brooke dropped to her knees.  She quickly undid his belt and pants and yanked them down to his ankles.  His cock sprang out, and she took his full length into her mouth.

Shit, he moaned as her mouth made its way up and down his shaft.

Her huge tits nearly bounced out of her tight silk shirt as she sucked him hard and fast.  It was even hotter than the fantasy he'd had for the past two months.

He closed his eyes and soaked up the pleasure, suck after amazing suck.  When her mouth finally pulled away, he opened his eyes just in time to see her stand up and peel off her shirt.  He dove his mouth onto her tits while his hands made his way inside her miniskirt.  He let out a growl when he realized that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

He started massaging her clit in quick strokes.  She was hot and wet—exactly the way he wanted her.

Now, Jackson, she panted.  Fuck me now.

He pulled his mouth away from her hard nipples, looked at her long enough to see her blazing eyes and her heaving shoulders.  He hiked up her skirt, spun her around, and pressed her stomach up against the couch. 

She wiggled her perfectly-toned ass at him.  Like what you see? she purred.

He answered by grabbing onto her hips and plunged into her from behind.

She gasped and then squealed.  He ravaged her hard and deep, and she bucked back at him with just as much force.

Jackson!  Oh my god!  Oh god!

There they were.  The squeals he'd been fantasizing about at dinner.  Hearing them was like pouring gasoline on a fire.  His cock pounded her at lightning speed.  Her hot walls clenched against him, and her sexy squeals turned into earth-shattering screams.

Yes!  Oh yes!  More!

Her skin sizzled against his, her entire body shaking.  Every shriek that escaped her lips made him pound her harder.

Eventually, her screams turned into gasps and her hips began to slow.  But he kept up his hard and fast pace.  He wasn't done with her yet.  Pressure began to build between his legs.  He was about to come, but he wanted to look into her blazing blue eyes while he did it.  He pulled out of her and quickly spun her back around so that they were facing each other.  He pushed her down onto the couch and wrapped those magical legs around his waist.

Fuck! he moaned as his cock slid back inside her wet heat.

She bucked her hips up at him, taking him even deeper.  It only took a few thrusts for her gasps to grow louder.  His muscles clenched, his cock jolted, and his long-awaited release thundered inside of her.

It was one hell of a way to christen their new partnership.

Chapter 3

Two days later, Jackson had already put in his two-week notice at Montgomery Oil.  His father had been surprised, but excited for him.  Jackson didn't need his dad's permission to take on a new business venture, but he certainly appreciated the support.  It made him even more excited to hop on his private jet with Brooke for a quick trip to Los Angeles. 

He'd already drawn up the paperwork for their new sports agency, and all they had to do was sign the contracts.  She'd insisted on using 'Montgomery' in the name of the agency, pointing out that they'd be crazy not to capitalize on the superstar brand the Montgomery family already had.

Montgomery Sports International, he smiled as he pulled the contracts out of his briefcase.  How's that for branding?

Ooh, it sounds so powerful, Brooke said before nibbling on her bottom lip, which instantly made his cock hard.

Then let's sign on the dotted line so that we can move onto more pressing issues, he said as he cupped her breast.

She giggled, then grabbed his pen and quickly signed.  Once she was done, he signed as fast as he could so that he could return his hands to her smoking hot body.

Over the past two days, his hands—and his tongue—had roamed every inch of her.  They'd fucked morning and night, stopping only long enough to go to their respective offices.  But as soon as work was over, they were back in bed at his townhouse.  They didn't even get out of bed to eat the gourmet meals that his private chef had pre-made.  They'd especially enjoyed the homemade chocolate mousse—which Brooke had spread across her tits so that he could lick it off.

I was thinking we'd start our search in West Hollywood, Brooke said as Jackson reached into her shirt and rubbed her nipples.  Or maybe something in Santa Monica so that our office has a view of the ocean.

Mmm hmmm, he mumbled.  He didn't give a rat's ass about office space.  All he cared about was getting Brooke naked. 

I'm serious, she giggled.  The sooner we pick out an office, the sooner we can start kicking ass.

You're right.  He let out a tiny groan as he pulled his hands away from her tits, then looked down at his watch and smiled.  But we've got another two hours before this plane lands, and I can think of a much better way to use our time than talking about office space.

She flashed him a sexy smile.  Without saying another word, she got down on her knees, unzipped his pants, and sucked his cock to ecstasy.

Chapter 4

The following afternoon, Jackson was exhausted.  He'd screwed Brooke for the entire flight, stopping long enough to get off the plane, into a limo, and over to the Ritz-Carlton.  As soon as he'd gotten the key to his Executive Suite, he stripped her down and ravaged her all night long.  She'd screamed so loud that he was afraid the other people on their floor would complain.  Oh, what an amazing problem to have.

Since they'd landed in Los Angeles, there were only a few hours that they hadn't spent having sex, but they had been busy hours.  Jackson could have sworn that their realtor had shown them every office building in the city.  After touring dozens of skyscrapers all over Los Angeles, Jackson and Brooke finally settled on a penthouse office suite overlooking the Sunset Strip.

We're trading in our ocean views for a bird's eye view of the action, Jackson laughed as he signed the leasing papers.

Just think of how convenient this will be! Brooke's squeals were enough to make him hard yet again.  When any of our clients want to party, we'll be able to walk them downstairs and into some of the hottest clubs in all of Los Angeles.  Talk about showing them the good life!

This is definitely what I had in mind when you first suggested opening up a sports agency.  The lights don't get any brighter than this.

When their realtor turned around to slide the leasing papers into her briefcase, Brooke reached down and grabbed a handful of Jackson's ass.  He winked at her, his silent way of saying, I can't wait until we're alone. 

Luckily, they didn't have to travel far to get naked.  As luxurious as his hotel suite had been, Jackson wanted something more permanent, so in between office tours, he'd rented out a fully-furnished penthouse in Beverly Hills.  It was a place to call home until he found his permanent Los Angeles dream home, and as luck would have it, it was only a few minutes from their new office.  Even better, it had two stories, a gourmet kitchen, a wood-burning fireplace, a corner balcony, and three bedrooms where Jackson and Brooke could screw like rabbits.

The realtor turned back around and smiled.  Jackson, Brooke, it has been a pleasure.  I can't wait to see your new agency take off.  I have a feeling you're going to make quite a splash.

That's the goal, Jackson nodded.  All of a sudden, the prospects of his new business venture turned him on even more than Brooke's plunging neckline.

He'd spent enough time with Heath to see what kind of life a sports superstar had.  And while Jackson had never been the party-all-night-double-fisting-shots type, he was looking forward to the glitz and glamour.  He hadn't told anyone, but he'd gotten a little bored at Montgomery Oil recently, so the timing of this new sports agency couldn't have been better.

Thirty minutes after wrapping things up with the realtor, Jackson and Brooke walked into his new penthouse.

Oooh, she cooed as she rubbed her hand over the marble countertops in the kitchen.  These feel good.

You know what would feel even better? he asked as he loosened his tie.  You.

He grabbed her by the waist and pressed her up against the counter.  Since she was wearing one of her trademark miniskirts, it was easy to reach up and slide off her black thong.  He had no desire to take off any of her other clothes, though. There was something inherently sexy about stretching that tiny skirt to the limit as he thrust in and out of her.

She flashed him a wicked grin, then reached for his zipper and freed his throbbing cock.

Not so fast, he winked before crouching down and sliding his tongue over her wet heat.

Oh my god, she gasped. 

Her hips wiggled as his tongue worked her clit.  The faster his mouth moved, the tighter her muscles got.

Come for me, he whispered in between licks.  Show me how good it feels.

Jackson!  Oh god!

He feasted on her until her cries slowed to a stop.  After a few silent seconds, she threw her head back and moaned.  He stood up and pounded his cock into her.  He worked her hard and fast, grunting with each thrust.  It only took a few moments for her moans to turn into high-pitched squeals.

Yes!  Oh yes!  More!  More!

He thrust one final time, as hard and deep as he could, then froze.  His cock shook, then released.  The only thing he could hear over his own grunts and gasps were her screams as they went over the edge together.

Chapter 5

I can't believe we're all here.

Jackson took a long sip of his ice cold craft beer and looked at the familiar faces surrounding him.  Somehow, his brother, Heath, and his cousins, Hunter and Nash, had all made it to Los Angeles on the same night.  With their insane schedules, it was truly an incredible feat—one that they'd decided to celebrate at Whisky A Go Go, an iconic nightclub that was just a stone's throw from Jackson's new office on the Sunset Strip.

Now that you're the big fancy sports agent, you're paying the tab, right? Hunter shouted over the music with a wry smile.

Nice try, Jackson chuckled.  But I'm sure the team gave you a hefty expense account to use on away trips.

They sure did.  Now I don't have to use my own money to have a good time, he laughed.  I'm just glad we flew in to play the Dodgers over a weekend when Heath and Nash were here, too.

It's too bad our carriages are about to turn into pumpkins, Heath smiled before taking another sip of his beer.  Training camp starts in two weeks, and once it does, nights like this have to come to an end.

I don't even want to think about two-a-day practices in the Oklahoma heat, Nash groaned.  Heath, at least you get the cool ocean breezes of San Diego.  There's no breeze in Oklahoma.

Suck it up, star quarterback, Heath snorted before they all started laughing.

Don't be mean to him, Jackson chuckled.  He's my newest client.

I sure am, Nash said proudly.  And then he winked, Does this mean that my bar tab comes out of your commission?

No way!  You'd drink me right into bankruptcy, Jackson said, and they all laughed again.

So tell us about this fancy agency you're starting up, big brother, Heath said.

But first, tell us about your very hot business partner, Hunter smiled.

Just the thought of Brooke made Jackson's cock hard.  Hot is definitely the right word to describe her.  She's got legs that go on for miles and tits that you could feast on all day long.

It sounds like you have, Heath laughed.  It's not like you to kiss and tell, though.

Those are the only details you're getting out of me, I swear, Jackson smiled.  It's just a fling, though.  Brooke is not the kind of girl you settle down with.

Uh oh! Heath teased.  Does this mean you're looking for someone to settle down with?

You can't play the field forever, little brother.  The closer I get to thirty, the less attractive I'm going to look guzzling down beer in a bar.

Says the guy who's drinking a beer in the middle of a club on the Sunset Strip, Hunter laughed.

Hey, I've always been way more mature than you, Jackson chuckled.  You're the one they call Baseball's Billionaire Bad Boy.

Ugh, leave that tabloid nonsense out of this, Hunter groaned.

Yeah, get back to talking about Brooke, Nash grinned.  She sounds hot as hell.

She is hot as hell, but she's smart as hell, too, Jackson replied.  And then he smiled, That makes her even hotter.

Sounds like you two are mixing business with a little bit of pleasure, Nash teased.

Maybe more than a little, Jackson winked before gulping down some more of his beer. 

Just make sure you never forget who your first client was, big brother.  Without me, you wouldn't be doing any of this.

Very true, Heath.  Jackson smiled.  This agency was going to make him an even richer man, and in the meantime, his sex life was going to be even hotter than his bank account.

Chapter 6

How do I look?

Jackson eyed