The Brawlers & Dane's POVThe Brawlers' locker room smelled like liniment and ambition, Coach Eric pacing the concrete floor with his clipboard rolled into a baton he kept slapping against his palm."Whitman's little replacement starts today," Eric said, stopping in front of Marcus Boone, his captain, a block of a defender with a jaw that looked permanently clenched. "Jerome Turner. Fast, undisciplined, scared of contact. You remind him what real contact feels like, early, legally, and often.""Copy that, Coach.""Derek." Eric turned to his winger, a lanky kid with a reputation for diving that preceded him onto every pitch in the conference. "You draw fouls. That's your whole job today. Draw them, sell them, make their fullback look like a liability by the thirtieth minute."Derek grinned, cracking his knuckles. "Been practicing my fall in the mirror.""Practice less talking, more falling convincingly." Boone cuffed him across the back of the head, not entirely playfully. "Last time y

Dane & Daniel's POVDane crossed the pitch fast, phone still open to the photo, and found Miles already shaking hands with the last of the parents in the handshake line."Coach. You need to see this."Miles took the phone, studied the image for a long second, recognition dropping into place like a puzzle piece he'd been waiting on."That's the same car," Miles said, quiet, mostly to himself. "I've seen that plate before. Parked outside Eric's place one night when I went looking for answers I didn't get.""So the gray jacket guy's been watching Eric too.""Looks that way." Miles pocketed his own phone, glancing once more toward the parking lot where Boone had disappeared a few minutes back. "Did Boone catch up to him?""Didn't see. Lost track once Jane dragged me off for pictures.""Find out. Quietly. I don't need the whole team buzzing about a stranger in the stands before we even know what he wants." Miles clapped him once on the shoulder, already turning toward the locker room. "Go

Matt Downey's POVSympathy's head rested against Dane's chest on the quad's far lawn, the late afternoon sun warm enough to make the grass smell sweet, and for once neither of them had anywhere else to be."This is nice," Sympathy said, eyes closed, one hand laced through his. "No practice, no drama... We should steal away and go look for Daniel.""Don't jinx it. It doesn't help." Dane said "I am not jinxing anything. I am simply enjoying a rare moment of peace." She tilted her head up to look at him properly, a small smile tugging at her mouth. "You looked happy out there against the Brawlers. Scoring, I mean. What ever got into you by the way?""Felt good. Felt like mine again, you know, instead of something I had to prove, plus I was stuck bored in the defense - not getting any action." Dane tightened his arm around her, pulling her in closer. "You coming to Iron Wolves too? Full squad's traveling with us now.""Try to stop me." She pressed a kiss to his jaw, unhurried"I will even

Daniel, Jane & Rebecca's POVJane called the following afternoon, a full day later than Daniel expected, her name lighting up his screen while he casually almost minded his own ceiling."Broken Bones Enterprise. How may we assist with your queries today?" Said Daniel after answering "Hey, you. Funny. I miss you," Jane said, warm the second the line connected."Hey yourself," he said, laughing. "I miss you more. Sorry I didn't text back right away. Long morning of therapy.""How'd it go?" Asked Jane "The therapist is basically running a yoga marathon here""Good. I like him already." Jane's voice softened, something wistful slipping into it. "I miss you, Daniel. Like, really really miss you. I keep catching myself about to text you something and then remembering you're not just a room away like usual.""I keep doing the same thing. Reaching for my phone to ask if you want food from the place on Fourth, then remembering I can't exactly walk there to get it even if you say yes.""That

Jackson's POVJane's ass stayed perked up in front of him, while he stood there watching her pleasure Rebecca. He stood there stroking his cock really hard and, squeezing all his anxiety into himself, walked over to them and spread Jane's cheeks without announcing and stuck his thick, hard cock inside her. It slid right in slowly: wet and gripping from all the time she had not had any dick. Slowly, he thrust inside her, stretching her hole apart, drilling in and out of her, slapping her ass until her cheeks turned red and began fucking her harder. She released Rebecca and began moaning loudly."Uhh! uhh! uuhh!!!" Jackson rammed inside of her; ecstasy filled her smile. "Yes! yes! Yes! fuck me!" The old man next door to Rebecca got up and went to start his lawnmower before his wife heard and started cussing at him about how worthless he was."You. Want. This. Dick!" Jackson fucked her just the way she was desiring: rough, careless, a big fucking dick wrecking her for the first time. He