The Team's Milk Cow novel · Chapter 2 of 24

Chapter 2: The Counter

Mercer has scored three goals and returns to fuck her on the steel counter, ordering and drinking; Dex is in the doorway.

I watched the match on a tablet propped against the flour bin.

Mercer scored in the eleventh minute with a header.

He scored again before halftime from a corner, and the commentators went hoarse.

In the seventy-ninth minute he took a pass on the edge of the box, turned his marker, and put the ball in the top corner.

Three goals.

The first hat trick for the national team in fourteen years.

I stood in the empty kitchen with my hands over my mouth, and my jacket was wet through before the final whistle.

The team bus got back at midnight.

I heard the cheering in the lobby from three floors down.

I made rolls.

I made them very badly, and I told myself I was not waiting for anyone.

At ten past two the door swung open.

Mercer came in alone, still in his warm-up jacket with the team crest on the chest.

His hair was damp from a shower.

He looked at me, and I forgot what I had been about to say.

"You scored," I said.

"Three times."

"I saw."

"I said I'd come back."

He crossed the kitchen in four long strides.

He didn't slow down and he didn't stop.

He took my face in both hands and kissed me, hard, with his whole mouth.

I made a noise against his lips, and I kissed him back.

He tasted of mint and the sports drink they gave the players.

His tongue pushed into my mouth and I grabbed fistfuls of his jacket and pulled him against me.

My chest was already leaking.

I felt it go through the cotton and onto his jacket, and he felt it too.

He broke the kiss and looked down at the damp patch spreading across his crest.

"Good," he said.

"I'm sorry about your jacket."

"I'm not."

He lifted me by the waist and set me on the steel counter, and the metal was cold through my work pants.

He stood between my knees.

"Arms up."

I raised my arms, and he pulled the jacket and my shirt off over my head in one move.

My bra was the same black lace.

He looked at me the way he looked at a goal, as if there was only one way in and he already knew it.

"Take it off," Mercer said.

I reached behind my back and unhooked it, and I let it fall.

My breasts were heavy and bare in the white kitchen light, and the milk was already beading on both nipples.

He made a low sound and put his hands under them, lifting, thumbs just under the tips.

"Fuck," he said.

"Do you know what you look like?"

"Tell me."

"Like something I've been told I can't have."

"You can have it," I said.

"Please."

His mouth came down on me.

He sucked one nipple deep, and I felt the milk let go in a rush, and he groaned with his mouth full.

His other hand pushed between my legs and found the waistband of my pants.

"These," he said, against my skin.

"Off."

I lifted my hips and he dragged them down with my underwear, and I kicked them off one ankle.

I was naked on the counter and he was fully dressed.

He pulled back and let me watch him lick a thin white line off his lower lip.

Then he spread my knees wide, and put two fingers into me, deep and slow.

I cried out.

I was soaked.

"You're so wet," he said, and he sounded almost angry about it.

"I've been wet since last night."

"Good."

He curled his fingers and found a place inside me I hadn't known about, and I bucked against his palm.

He fucked me with his hand and sucked at me, switching sides, working my breasts until I was gasping and leaking onto his chin.

I came once, fast and loud, holding the back of his head.

He didn't stop.

"Again," he said.

"Mercer, I can't."

"Yes, you can."

I did.

The second one broke over me with his mouth on my breast and his thumb on my clit, and I shook so hard the counter rattled.

He eased his fingers out and wiped them, deliberately, on my thigh.

Then he undid his belt.

I watched him push down his sweatpants and take his cock in his fist.

He was thick and flushed and so hard it curved up against his stomach.

"Look at what you did," he said.

"Look at me."

I looked.

I wanted it in my mouth, and I wanted it inside me, and I could not decide which.

"Let me," I said.

I slid off the counter onto my knees on the cold tile.

His eyes went black.

"Harlow."

"You made me come twice," I said.

"Shut up and let me say thank you."

I took him in my mouth.

He tasted clean and salty and hot, and he filled me so fully my jaw ached.

I worked him slowly, with my hand around the base and my tongue flat along the underside.

Mercer swore and wrapped my braid around his fist.

"Look up," he said.

I looked up the long line of his body, at his jaw and his clenched teeth.

He pushed in an inch deeper and I took it, and I moaned around him.

My own breasts were still leaking, and the milk ran down my ribs and dripped onto the tile.

He saw it and made a ragged noise.

"Stand up," he said.

"I'm not done."

"I will be, if you don't stand up."

I stood.

He turned me and lifted me back onto the counter in one move.

Then he put his hands under my thighs, pulled me to the edge of the counter, and pushed the head of his cock against me.

"Hold on to me," he said.

I wrapped my arms around his neck.

He pushed in.

It was slow, and it was thick, and he didn't stop until he was all the way inside me.

I threw my head back and he caught my throat in his palm, gently, just holding.

"Mine," he said.

"Tonight, you're mine."

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I'm yours," I said.

"Fuck me."

He drew out and slammed in, and the steel counter rang under me.

He fucked me hard.

His hips snapped and his hands held my thighs open, and every thrust pushed a new cry out of me.

My breasts bounced and the milk flew, small white drops on his jacket and his chest and my own stomach.

He bent his head and caught a nipple in his teeth and pulled.

"God," I said.

"Mercer, God."

"Look at us."

I looked down and saw his cock sliding out of me, shining, and my own thighs shaking around his hips.

I clenched around him and he swore.

"Don't do that," he said.

"I'm not going to last."

"Then don't."

"You first," Mercer said.

"You come first, Harlow."

He reached between us and rubbed my clit in tight fast circles while he fucked me, and my back arched off the steel.

I came screaming his name into the empty kitchen.

My whole body clamped down on him.

He growled and drove in once more, and I felt his cock throb.

He came with his face in my neck and his arms locked around me, shaking.

Neither of us moved for a long time.

My legs were around his waist and my heart was going so hard I could feel it in my teeth.

He lifted his head.

His eyes were soft and a little stunned.

"I scored three," he said, "and I think that was better."

I laughed, a cracked wet sound, and he kissed me on the corner of my mouth.

He cleaned me with a clean dish towel, which was the most tender thing a man had done for me in my life.

I got my pants back on.

My jacket was ruined, so he gave me his warm-up top, and it came down to my knees.

I was leaning against the counter and he was zipping his sweatpants when the kitchen door opened.

A man stood in it, lanky, with bleached blond curls and tattoos down both arms, holding an empty water bottle.

Dex Hartigan, the winger, who hadn't started a game in six weeks.

He looked at Mercer.

He looked at me in Mercer's jacket with my hair a mess and my lips swollen.

He looked at the white drops still shining on the steel counter.

"I came in for water," Dex said.

"I did not come in for this."

Nobody breathed.

Then a grin split his face, and it was the happiest I had ever seen a man look at ten past three in the morning.

"Captain," he said.

"Save some for the bench."

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