She’d been living with him for a week. There were no practices to go to because the season was over, and he wasn’t quite ready for his full off-season training yet. His shoulder was still a week or two shy of being cleared for whatever his trainer had in store for him. She had been working from his house half the time and from the tiny construction trailer the other half the time. It meant Brooks got to see her more than ever.

At first he wondered if his feelings for her would diminish once she was accessible to him all the time. He couldn’t decide if he was glad or not that he had actually grown even closer to her. She’d cooked him dinner twice over the past week, and both meals were delicious. Seeing someone use his kitchen was surreal. Bachelor no more, he thought. And it felt good. Really good.

On his way home from a Saturday morning at the gym, he called his mom to ask how she and his dad were. His mom cut to the chase.

“How are things with your new roommate?”

“Good.”

“Brooks, you can tell me if she’s more than just a roommate. You know that, right?”

“She’s a roommate. Or a houseguest.”

“What’s her name?”

“Marie.”

His mom paused before asking, “Tell me about her.”

“She’s the same age as me and she works in Human Resources for a construction company. I met her in October, but we didn’t really talk much until the beginning of the year.” When his mom didn’t say anything he continued. “She’s great, mom. You’d like her.”

“Are you going to bring her home with you when you come visit us next month?”

He swallowed. He’d love to bring her home. “She just got promoted. I don’t think she can take two weeks off work.”

“So, you want to bring her home with you?”

He chuckled. “Come on, mom. You’re being nosey.”

“It’s my job. Are you in love, Brooks?”

He felt it in the pit of his stomach. That goddamn word. Love. He’d only ever said it to his first girlfriend. Hockey had been his life since then. He’d casually dated, but never gotten in deep enough for those feelings to surface. And now he’d accidentally done it. Accidentally fallen for someone.

“Brooks?” his mom said.

“She’s special to me, mom.”

“But she’s not your girlfriend?”

He sighed. “It’s complicated. She’s complicated.”

“She must know know what a catch you are.”

Her comment made him laugh softly. “I think she does, but it’s... it’s hard. I don’t know how to tell her.”

“Sweetheart, just tell her. It’s easy.”

“Yeah, mom. I’ll try.” He said goodbye and hung up just as he pulled in the driveway. He hadn’t meant that conversation to be turned into an inquisition on his lack of a relationship with the woman who was stealing his life.

When he stepped into the house, he heard thumping music. It sounded like trashy R&B. He paused in the doorway to see if he could identify what she was listening to.

*I can give a fuck about the foreplay, I want it now. I’m talking straight sex. Stop fuckin’ around.*

His eyes went wide. Marie was listening to this?

Brooks walked down the hall and around the corner. She was kneeling in the kitchen floor with a bucket of soapy water and a scrub brush. Because she was facing away from him, she hadn’t noticed she wasn’t alone.

*Early morning, I’m so horny. I just had it, but still I want it. Ride up on it whenever you come around.*

Brooks swallowed. She was in a pair of shorts that we're very short, just a couple inches shy of not even being shorts. Her ass was in the air and the denim was stretched tight over it. She was humming to the melody of the song and scrubbing the grout between the tiles. It made her ass wiggle back and forth. Fuck, he thought. She had him at a disadvantage. This wasn’t fair.

He stood in the doorway and watched her for a full minute. She lifted herself up of her hands and wiped her forehead as she surveyed the half of the floor she’d already scrubbed. Her T-shirt was tighter than the ones she usually wore. It showed off her rack and the way her body dipped in at her waist and then flared out into hips he wanted to grab onto. The next song started and it sounded like a soundtrack for sex that would break the bed.

She dropped the brush and brought her hands up to adjust her tits in the shirt. He almost lost it and crawled up behind her in the floor. Brooks was pretty sure if he pressed her, she’d let him take her in the floor. He felt a shot of warmth in his stomach as his cock twitched to life.

This wasn’t fair. She didn’t know he was behind her developing filthy fantasies that involved stripping her clothes off and seeing how tight she was. She was probably so tight. His cock was misbehaving and he needed to leave.

She dropped to her hands and knees again and grabbed for the brush. Her ass started shaking again while the brush scrapped against the tiles. He cleared his throat.

She squeaked in surprise and flipped the brush across the floor. It spun out and smacked into the bottom of the fridge. “Oh my God! You scared the shit out of me,” exclaimed, pressing a hand to her chest.

He saw the moment when she realized the position she was in. She stood and yanked her shorts down her legs. They weren’t covering as much of her legs and she wanted. Her arms then folded tightly over her chest, and she moved to put the island between them. She had no idea how hot she made him.

“Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I thought you were out until this afternoon.”

He walked around the island to get closer to her. She slid away from him, pulling at the tight T-shirt. “My shoulder was feeling a little strained, so I left early. Don’t want to push it too much.”

“Oh.”

Another song had just started.

*Shawty, get it, get it. Do it big, do it good. Work it like a girl should. Bring it back, tell the DJ bring it back. Let me touch it, fuck it.*

Brooks smiled. “What are you listening to?”

Her face turned red. She looked like she wanted to die, and he was loving every second of it. His little Penguin needed to get laid. “This is so inappropriate,” she said.

*I got my left hand on that booty, got my right hand on that pussy.*

Inappropriate, indeed. The lyrics almost made him blush along with her. "You’re the one who turned it on,” he replied.

“I thought I was alone.”

Brooks chuckled. “Is this what you listen to when you’re by yourself?”

“Conversation is over,” she said, all but running out of the room. A few seconds later the music cut off and she was in the guest room with the door closed.

Damn, he thought.

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She was scarce the rest of the weekend. They had dinner on Sunday, but she scurried off to her room right afterward. He wasn’t sure what he could do to pull her out of her shell.

On Monday night she came home late and collapsed on the couch beside him. She was still in her work clothes--a pair of slacks and a blue satin blouse. “We moved into the new office today. I’m beat.”

“Why so tired?” he asked.

“I spent the day moving furniture around and organizing files.”

“They made you move furniture?”

She rolled her head over to look at him. “I just reorganized it; it was nothing.”

Brooks narrowed his eyes at her. They better not be making his girl move furniture. She was too good for that. His girl. The phrase made him want to laugh. She wasn’t his at all. He couldn’t even pin her down long enough to tell her that he thought he was in love with her.

“I’m going to take a shower and go to bed. My muscles ache.” With that said, she pushed herself up and trudged upstairs.

Brooks dialed Mike.

“What up, Brooksy?”

“I’m losing my touch.”

Mike laughed. “What touch?”

“She’s driving me crazy.”

“Oh, Marie, huh?”

“A couple days ago I came home early and she was in these tight-ass clothes, on her hands and knees, scrubbing the kitchen floor.”

Mike chuckled. “Nice.”

“And she was listening to this nasty R&B music. The guy was singing about fucking women.”

“Really?”

“Really. My balls are blue.”

Mike sounded like he was bent over, laughing so hard he couldn’t catch a breath. “Make a move on her, man,” he finally said once he was able to get some air and smother the laughter.

“It’s not that easy.”

“Bullshit. Just, you know, go in for the kill. I bet she’d go for it.”

“You’re no help,” Brooks replied, hanging up on his teammate. He paced the living room and then paced the kitchen. He heard the bathroom door open upstairs and he hurried over to flip off the lights downstairs. Cautiously, he climbed the staircase and edged down the hall. Her door was cracked open and the lamp on the nightstand illuminated the room. She was face down on the bed in a pair of cotton shorts and an old tank top. It was tight against her body.

His eyes moved from the tips of her toes to the arches of her feet, then up her shapely legs and round ass that dipped into her waist. He knew she was self-conscious about her body because she didn’t look like a model. But in his mind she looked better than a model. All soft curves and yielding flesh. He was a fucking creep for standing out here and staring at her ass.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door and stepped inside her room. “You look like you could use a massage.”

She gasped and flipped over on her side to look at him. It gave him a view of her tits. She wasn’t wear a bra and the tight tank top hinted at two darker spots that had to be her nipples. “You’ve got to stop sneaking up on me like that,” she said.

“Roll over,” he demanded.

“What?”

“Just roll over.” She flipped back to her stomach and he knelt on the bed by her feet. Her entire body was tense. He lightly placed a hand on her ankle and slowly moved it up to her calf, giving it a squeeze.

“What are you doing?” Her voice was muffled and nervous.

“Giving you a massage.”

“I thought you didn’t like massages.”

He smiled. “I don’t like getting them. But I don’t mind giving them, especially to girls who have had a long day at work.”

She giggled, then gasped as he threw his leg over her thighs to straddle her. From this position he was able to slide both hands up her back to work her shoulders.

“Mmm, that feels so good,” she said dreamily.

“You’re tight,” Brooks said. He winced at his choice of words. “Tense,” he clarified. But she as probably tight, too. He wouldn’t mind sliding her shorts down, pulling her hips up and finding out exactly how tight she was. The thought brought his cock to half mast.

“Oh, God. That feels like heaven,” she moaned as he dug his thumbs into her shoulder blades. “Don’t stop.”

Brooks smiled and let his hands slide down her back and then up underneath her tank top. The bare skin of her back was all creamy smoothness beneath his fingertips. When she didn’t flip out on him, he curled his fingers her torso, ghosting them over the sides of her breasts.

He moved his hands up to her shoulders. Her shirt was just a joke by now, bunched up around her shoulders and revealing her entire back. Leaning down until his mouth was a few inches from her ear, Brooks said, “Does this feel good?”

“Yes.” Her voice was soft and breathy. He wondered if that’s what she’d sound like when he was buried deep inside her. She’d probably let him. A few quick motions and he could have her shorts and panties off. And then it’d only take his hands pulling her hips up to find a home for his cock.

She’d probably hate him in the morning, though. He couldn’t handle that. Repressing his libido, he gently manipulated her muscles for another couple minutes before pulling her shirt down and kissing the back of her head.

“You’re too good at that,” she said softly.

He chuckled and swatted at her ass before he pushed himself off the bed. She rolled over onto her side, her inhibitions gone for the moment. He must have done something right because her eyes were dark and she was holding herself with more confidence.

“I try,” he replied, throat suddenly dry.

“I’m kinda regretting turning down your offer in the club that night.”

Brooks raised his brows. “Which offer was that?”

“The rock-my-world offer.”

His cock jumped. “It’s still on the table, penguin. Just say the word.” Say it now, he thought. I can get these clothes off in less than three seconds and have yours off in another two. Five seconds and my face could be buried between your thighs, he wanted to say.

She blushed prettily and shook her head. “Don’t be silly.”

“You know where to find me,” he said before turning and leaving her alone in the guest room.

Notes

There might (read: definitely) will be adult content in the next chapter. Just sayin'.

And if you'd like to indulge in Marie's guilty pleasure music by listening to the three songs mentioned/quoted in this chapter, you can do so here:
IV Play
Equestrian
Pussy