Sidelined by Mercy Celeste Read Free Book Online Page B

This wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. Levi sober…and fuck the man could kiss…he slid his hands down Levi’s hips and grabbed him behind his thighs, lifting him off the floor.
    “Fuck, yeah,” Levi whispered against Tracy’s mouth. He wrapped his legs around Tracy’s hips, allowing Tracy to hold him pinned to the door.
    “You taste just like I remember.” Tracy widened his stance and rocked into the erection pressed against his own. “Friday night. Fuck, Levi, I want…”
    “Your desk. Want you inside me. Just like Friday night. Want you to make me feel it.” Levi’s breath came fast and hot as Tracy humped into him. He opened his eyes and gazed into Tracy’s, hands on his face, he swiped his thumb over Tracy’s lips. “Oh, fuck, Tracy, soon. I’m not going to—“
    The door behind Levi’s head made a loud pounding noise. “Hey, Coach, are you in there?”
    Tracy dropped Levi to the floor and bolted to the safety of his desk. He was so fucking hard, and the cargo shorts he wore had to be sporting a huge wet spot. Levi didn’t move, he seemed stunned, his shirt rode up his belly showing a fair amount of abs. The compression shorts he wore held him in check for the most part. His lips looked swollen.
    “Levi, I’m sorry. That shouldn’t have happened,” he said quietly in the tense silence that filled the room. Levi nodded and licked his lips. The door banger pounded again, and Tracy growled. “I’m in a meeting. I’ll be out in five. Unless someone is bleeding or frothing at the mouth, stop banging on that door and wait outside,” he shouted over the noise.
    “Yes, Coach,” came the muffled reply, and then there was silence.
    Levi slumped over, hands on his knees as if he’d run suicides in hundred degree heat. “Is this how it happened Friday? Just boom?”
    “Pretty much, yeah.” Tracy answered truthfully.
    “Do you move this fast with all your boyfriends?”
    Boyfriend? Is that what he thought this was? “When I really want to fuck a guy, yeah pretty much.”
    “Jesus.” Levi stood up, swiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Tracy noticed the trembling was back. “We can’t do this. You’re the coach. What’s it called? Fraternization?”
    “Christ, Brody, it’s not like you actually work for me. You’re a volunteer, unpaid…unless you thought this was…” he stopped as the thought occurred to him. Why would a championship winning quarterback be living in a trailer? “Do you need money? Is that why your brother bent over backward to get you on as a coach?”
    “Wow, back to the insult Levi portion of the program. It’s a wonder you ever get laid.” Brody’s face changed dramatically, the anger he’d seen briefly resurfaced. Eyes flashing, he ripped the door open and stormed out into the hallway, turning left to make his way into the locker room proper. And all Tracy could do was sit and wonder what fresh hell he’d found himself in this week.
     

 
    Chapter Five
    Losing himself in the familiar rhythm of an afternoon practice calmed the panic that had plagued him since the final word from the front office had come down. Sidelined. Permanently. He didn’t know much about coaching a pack of squabbling kids; he’d always led his teams by example. Since he didn’t know any different, that’s what he did. Throwing himself into the calisthenics alongside the offensive line. Shouting encouragement and showing how to correct a stance when needed. All the while trying to keep his attention off the blond giant of a man with the whistle around his neck.
    Tracy Wright. Something about that name rang a bell. The face ringing an even bigger bell. Levi knew at least five Tracys that were male. There was even one on the New Orleans team. But none of them were a Wright. After the sun went down and the crowd in the stands grew louder along with the cheerleaders bickering in the far end zone, Levi stopped moving. Something was off. Something that made practice work for