Love on the Field

  Copyright © 2018 by Mia Allen (Author)

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  Love on the Field

  MF Baseball Sport and Agent Romance

  Mia Allen

  Table of Contents

  Love on the Field

  Description

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Bonus Short Stories

  Love on the Field

  Description

  Bryant Koslow is ready to become the best pitcher baseball has ever seen. He is young, cocky and ripped. Nothing can stop him now. Stardom is his goal. Blonde, blue eyed Emily Riggs is an aspiring sports agent. She is sexy and fun as well as intelligent. Emily is learning the ropes from her uncle, when she meets the hot pitcher after tryouts. The pair comes together and fireworks explode. But, just like those fireworks, the sparks soon burn out. They never expect to see each other again. The fun is definitely over.

  Years later, Emily is shocked to see the handsome baseball star walk into her well-earned office. She had almost forgotten how hot he looked and the fun times they had. Bryant is there to beg for her help. He has gotten himself in a mess and needs the expertise of a sports agent. He has cheated on his ex-wife many times, including with Emily. He was in a public brawl with a former teammate. His exploits follow him everywhere. No team wants a trouble maker with a bad reputation and other agents have turned him down. Is Emily willing to take him on either professionally or privately? Can they reignite the fireworks?

  Chapter 1

  Emily Biggs shoved her red sunglasses against her pert nose as she

  studied each young pitcher closely. The stance, pitching technique, ball speed and players’ age all mattered when it came to baseball. Only the best were recruited for the professional teams her uncle scouted for. You didn’t make money representing has-beens or one pitch wonders.

  Today, she and her uncle were in Chicago searching for the best

  rookie pitcher out there. Uncle Wayne had the best eyes around and he

  was her mentor. He expected Emily to catch every subtle difference in

  the prospective recruits. She had no time to notice all the handsome

  faces. It was all about strikes and speed during the tryouts.

  Emily glanced at her list to see who was up next. It was a young

  hotshot named Bryant Koslow. He had only played one year of college

  baseball and yet expected to make the big leagues. That was a pipe

  dream. He needed more experience. Maybe, it was time for a break. She could go get a coke while he made a fool out of himself. Her uncle wouldn’t mind. He was looking for someone older who would appreciate the offer.

  Emily stood and wiped the sweat from her brow. She took two

  steps down the bleachers and heard a gasp from the crowd. She stopped

  in her tracks to watch the next pitch. A fastball streaked across the plate.

  The catcher was knocked on his backside by the powerful pitch. He removed his glove and rubbed his aching hand on his pants. Okay, the rookie had a good fastball. Could he do anything else? His next pitch was a curveball that sailed smoothly over home plate. Pitch after pitch, the young man had the crowd on their feet yelling for more. He was the best Emily had ever seen. She was shocked to find that kind of talent in such a young, inexperienced player. If he didn’t burn out, his future in baseball was solid gold. All the sports agents would be vying for him as a client. She hoped Uncle Wayne was successful. He needed a new client to wake up the franchise owners.

  After the long, hot day in the bleachers, Emily just wanted a shower, a cold drink and bed. It wasn’t meant to be. The sports agents and some of the fortunate players they had signed were meeting in the hotel bar for a celebration. Uncle Wayne insisted that she come with him. It was all a part of the job. He swore she would forget her tiredness and have fun. He better be right or she would never forgive him.

  Emily showered, applied makeup to her already stunning face and

  blew out her long hair into a shimmering, blonde mass. The short red

  dress clung to every curve and the slight flare at the bottom highlighted

  her long legs. Black, spiked heels completed the outfit. Oblivious to her beauty, she grabbed her phone and tossed it in a small black purse, never glancing in the mirror. She hoped to get away from the bar early enough to get a much-needed night’s sleep.

  The music was loud and the drinks were flowing when Emily arrived at the bar. She ignored the wolf whistles that followed her to a stool and took the ice-cold margarita her uncle offered. The first sip was like a soothing massage. It instantly relaxed her tight muscles and lifted her spirits. She crossed her long legs and turned the stool around to face the dance floor. Writhing bodies filled the floor, but she recognized no one. Without their baseball uniforms, she couldn’t tell the players apart. She had put their names with their teams, not their faces.

  Man after man propositioned her. She rolled her eyes, told them to go away and ordered another drink. When the next man came strolling up with a cocky smile, she was ready to blow him off. Then she looked into his green eyes and was caught in his spell. Those eyes beckoned to her soul. Her eyes roamed over him, seeing blonde hair, a white smile and a ripped body. He was young and hot, just the right formula for a little fun. Maybe it was the drinks or maybe she was tired of saying no, but when he asked for a dance, she gave in. A strong hand wrapped around hers and she was led through the crowd to the center of the dance floor. The rap music abruptly stopped and a much slower song began. She let her arms slide around his neck as he pulled her close. It felt nice to be next to a warm muscular body and sway to a love song. She allowed herself to enjoy the moment, intending to go back to her room once the song ended.

  A passing dancer exclaimed, “She turned me down for you! It must

  have been your fastball that got her attention, Bryant. I know it’s not your charm. You don’t have any.” He laughed and danced away.

  Emily may not have recognized his face, but she knew the name.

  The man holding her was the young hotshot that had blown away the

  competition at tryouts. He turned his smile on Emily and asked, “Were

  you at the tryouts today? I’m sorry that I didn’t see you there. We could

  have already gotten to know each other. I’m Bryant Koslow. What’s your name?”

  “I’m Emily Riggs. Nice to meet you. You’ve got a really great arm.

  Take care of it.”

  “I met a man named Wayne Riggs on the field. Don’t tell me he’s

  your dad? I signed with a different agent.” Bryant pretended to be

  ashamed.

  Emily laughed at the awful face he was making and replied. “Actually, he’s my uncle. I’m shadowing him for a while. I’m going to be

  a sports agent as well. I must say, you should have chosen him. He’s very

  good at his job. He would have gotten you a great deal.”

  “Maybe I can make a deal with you. Be my dance partner for the

  rest of the night and I’ll be sure to get you all the drinks y
ou desire.”

  Chapter 2

  Emily was intrigued by the offer. She was no longer tired. The drinks had solved that situation. Dancing the night away with a gorgeous man and plenty more to drink sounded wonderful. Why not have some fun and blow off some steam? She gave Bryant a big white smile and replied, “You’re on. Let’s shut down the place.” A rock song blasted over the speakers, making the floor vibrate, and Emily began to shake her excellent booty. Bryant let out an excited whoop and joined in. Six sweaty dances and two strong drinks later, their bodies rubbed in all the right places. Bryant took a chance and planted a resounding kiss on her lips. Emily put both of her hands on his chiseled cheeks and held him captive. She opened her mouth and their tongues danced along with their bodies. Rockets seemed to burst in the air as the deep kisses continued.

  The bartender rolled his eyes and yelled, “Get a room!” Coming up for a breath, they noticed the bar was almost empty. Raising his eyebrows in a silent question, Bryant waited for Emily to make a comment on the bartender’s suggestion. She nodded and clinging to each other, they slowly made their way to the elevator. His room was on a lower floor, so it seemed logical to their half drunken minds to go there, instead of hers.

  The elevator proved to be too slow for their passion and their hands began to roam over sweat-soaked clothing. Emily ripped at his body hugging shirt as Bryant tried to use his key card to open the hotel room door. It finally popped open causing them to fall to the carpeted floor. Arms and legs became tangled and hysterical laughter bubbled from Emily’s kiss swollen lips. Bryant kicked the door shut with his foot. He stopped Emily’s laughter with a deep kiss and pulled the tight, red dress over her head. She wore only a pair of red, thong panties beneath. The rest of her skin was exposed to his heated gaze. His hands explored the round globes of her creamy breasts. She protested and he pulled away asking, “Have you changed your mind?”

  “No,” Emily sighed. “The rough carpet is burning my back.” Bryant tugged her up for another kiss, then lifted her off the floor and carried her to the wide bed. She bounced up on her knees and finished removing his torn shirt. As her fingers worked at unbuttoning his jeans, he dug in the pocket and brought out a condom. Emily did a little shimmy, hooked her thumbs in the side of the underwear, and her thong was tossed to the floor. Now, nude, Bryant tossed her flat on the bed and pounced. His warm mouth was everywhere, kissing her lips, biting her neck, and sucking gently at her taut nipples. The fire in her body was lit and burning brightly. She squeezed his tight backside, then ran her hands over his six pack, pushing him upward, so she could reach between their bodies. She clamped a hand around his erection and caressed its hardness. Bryant bucked and moaned against the soft caress. He too, reached between them and let his long fingers delve into her silky wetness. Neither could wait any longer. Emily aided him in donning the condom and he immediately impaled her with his throbbing member. She screamed in triumph as their bodies became one. Sparks went off behind her blue eyes, as he moved faster and faster, raising the tension to an explosive height. They burst over the top together and marveled at the sensation. Bryant rolled onto his back, taking Emily with him. She clung to his chest in exhaustion, her breathing slowed, and they fell asleep entwined.

  Their whirlwind romance continued for several months. Wherever Emily traveled with her uncle, Bryant would soon show up. She reveled in his attention. The nights were filled with laughter, dancing, music, movies and of course, great sex. It was a never-ending, joyous ride. Uncle Wayne warned her that a romance that burned too hot would not last forever. She thought he was either crazy or jealous. She and Bryant had it all—romance, excitement, chemistry and love. At least, she thought it was love. Neither had used those words to describe their relationship.

  Emily’s first sign that the fire wasn’t burning as hot, came when Bryant didn’t show up at their next stop. He called and made a lame excuse, something about a party that he had to attend at his old college. Why didn’t he invite her? She would have been willing to take some time off for his sake. The second sign came when he no longer answered her phone calls. She left messages and only received short texts, riddled with excuses, in return. The fire completely died the day her uncle handed her a gossip magazine and Bryant graced the cover. A voluptuous red head, wearing a tiny bikini, hung onto his waist. She was sitting behind him on a jet ski, clinging like a vine. The caption said, ‘New Baseball Phenomenon Finds Romance with Porn Star’. Emily threw the disgusting tabloid across the room and screamed. So much for true love. It took a few weeks of soul searching, but she got over it. There were plenty of hot guys who found her attractive and she was far too young to settle down anyway. Her whole future was planned and it didn’t include a distraction like Bryant. She needed to finish college, get a job as a sports agent and work toward having her own office. She wished Bryant good luck in his baseball career, sending him a text message to that effect. Emily was surprised to find that she harbored no ill feelings. The affair had been explosive and fun while it lasted, but good things usually came to an end. Uncle Wayne was right. It had burned too hot, and then, inevitably fizzled into nothing.

  Chapter 3

  Emily held the phone away from her ear allowing her mother to continue ranting. Rather than listen to the same arguments repeated over and over, she gazed out the window of her office. It always gave her a thrill and a sense of satisfaction to see the streets of Boston so far below. It had taken hard work and dedication, but here she was, in her own office. Her name was on the door, she had a secretary and sports figures fought for her expertise. She had come a long way from the young girl shadowing her uncle all over the country. She was a powerful sports agent in the great city of Boston.

  Her mother’s grating voice came back to her. She had asked Emily a question and was waiting for a reply. The problem was that Emily had no idea what the question had been. She said, “I’m sorry Mom. What was the question? The phone cut out and I didn’t hear it.”

  “You must think I’m stupid. It wasn’t the phone that cut out. It was your brain. You always pretend to listen, but I know you’re not.” Emily’s mother let out a big sigh of frustration and continued, “I understand that you’re busy; however, you could give me a few minutes of your undivided attention. I just want you to be happy. All you ever do is work. That’s not as necessary as it used to be. Your career is right on track. It’s your personal life that could use some work. Get out there and have some fun. Find yourself a nice husband and give me some grandchildren. It would be a more rounded and satisfying life for you.”

  Emily wrapped her long, blonde hair around her hand and held it on top of her head. This discussion always made her sweat. Her skin prickled with tension as she replied, “You have a grandchild on the way. Frank and Sarah are going to be parents any day now. Why isn’t that enough for you? I’m not interested in marriage at the moment. Besides, all the good men are taken. Let it rest.”

  “I’m well aware that your brother is about to become a dad. It should bother you, as it does me, that he is younger than you, but married and starting a family. Don’t you feel left behind?”

  “No, Mother, I don’t. I’m right where I want to be.” Thankfully, the phone beeped with an incoming call. It gave her an excuse to hang up and forget the argument.

  At lunchtime, Emily looked up to see a man standing in the office door. She told him, “Wait in the reception area. Kim will let you in when it’s time for your appointment.”

  A very familiar voice replied, “There was no one at the desk and I don’t have an appointment.”

  “Kim will be back in a moment. She just went to pick up our lunches. Make an appointment with her, please,” Emily answered.

  “Come on, Emily. Do I really have to make an appointment? I’m desperate. I need your help now. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t an emergency.” Bryant’s smile was just as intoxicating as it had been eight years before.

  “Fine, I’ll give you ten minutes for old times’ sake. I sh
ould kick you out for dumping me without a word. How’s the porn star?” Emily discovered that she still held some resentment over his actions.

  Bryant held up his hands in surrender. “I know that I blew it with you. I was young and stupid. As for the porn star, that was a publicity ploy. It got my name out there and brought attention to my career. I have no idea who that woman really was. You’re an agent. You know how things work.”

  Emily shook her head. “I don’t use fake stories to get publicity. It’s the real thing or nothing. If you want that kind of attention, go somewhere else.”

  “I’m trying to rid myself of that kind of attention. Your honest approach is exactly what I need. I’m sure you’ve seen the headlines.” When Emily didn’t comment, he continued, “They say I’ve cheated on my wife with every woman who has ever spoken to me. I was traded by the Cubs to the Phillies and the scandal followed me. I got into a scuffle with a teammate and was branded a troublemaker. They let me go. I lost my agent as well. The scandals continue to grow, but I haven’t done anything else. I need another chance. Your name came up in a conversation with a friend. He said you were good at this and could turn my reputation around. I’m begging for your help.”

  Emily stared straight into his green eyes and asked, “How can I trust you? Our past is proof that you’re not a loyal person. Your reputation adds fuel to the fire. I can’t help you unless you’re willing to help yourself. I would require you to give up the parties and clubs. You would have to be an excellent example of a gentleman. Can you honestly do that?”

  “I swear, I’ll do whatever you ask. My future is in your lovely hands. I’m a changed man.” Bryant turned up the smile.

  Emily ignored it and replied, “You just proved that you’re a liar. Compliments and flirtatious smiles are part of the reason you’re in this mess. You need to be serious if you want to have a chance at restarting your career. Are you still any good at pitching?”