Make Me Yours

By S.N. Garza

Sarah Connelly's had a crush on Team USA Volleyball player Donovan Richards ever since she could remember. When she finally gets the chance to meet him, she never thought she'd catch him with his pants down. What's a girl to do?
The intense, focused gold medalist Donovan Richards never believed in love at first sight. Until Sarah, the new sports medicine trainer, came walking in, catching him almost naked in the locker room and staring straight at his dick.
Sarah is dedicated to her job, but Donovan is relentless. He goes for what he wants and that's the sexy, sassy Miss. Connelly.
Should she choose love over having the career of a lifetime? Or can she find a way to have both? Donovan certainly thinks so, because he's never giving up on her or on them. Even if it means quitting Team USA.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S.N. Garza
• Release date: Aug 9, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370864836

S.N. Garza

I am a 37 year old wife and mother of two who lives in a small country town in southeast Texas. I work during the day at Chilis Bar and Grill. I write dark, deeply emotional stories weaved with erotic romance that leaves you wanting more. My debut novel is Love Came Back & my best selling book & series, is The Billionaire’s Baby, book one in my Nauti Billionaires of Houston series. It is all sexy passion with an alpha hero who’ll sweep you off your feet.

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Make Me Yours

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Retitled from Served

By S. N. Garza

Copyright © 2016 by Stephanie Nicole Garza

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Blurb

Make Me Yours

(formally Served)

Sarah Connelly's had a crush on Team USA Volleyball player Donovan Richards ever since she could remember. When she finally got the chance to meet him, she never thought she'd catch him with his pants down. What's a girl to do?

The intense, focused gold medalist Donovan Richards never believed in love at first sight. Until Sarah, the new sports medicine trainer, came walking in, catching him almost naked in the locker room and staring straight at his dick.

Sarah is dedicated to her job, but Donovan is relentless. He goes for what he wants and that's the sexy, sassy Miss. Connelly.

Should she choose love over having the career of a lifetime? Or can she find a way to have both? Donovan certainly thinks so, because he's never giving up on her or on them. Even if it means quitting Team USA.

Note

This book is seriously sexually explicit! Remember this as you read Make Me Yours. It’s not for everyone. There is a love story! So don’t worry! It’s just sexy and wicked dirty.

Difference between SMUT & PORN

A writing style that is sexually explicit and generally associated with females.

Basically, porn aimed towards women.

Porn: Usually has very little plot line and is extremely sexually explicit. Mostly watched or 'read' for the pictures. Aimed towards men.

Smut: Highly developed stories with LOVE LINES and other things that appeal to women that also include a lot of sexually explicit scenes. Can be in comic form, or in written form (as in romance books)

Words that might be used inside this book that might be offensive are: dick, cock, pussy, cunt, slut, whore

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1

U.S. Men’s National Volleyball Team has won the gold!

I screamed, jumping up and down as the newscaster heartily cheered on Team USA in the Olympics’ final match against Canada.

In my family, volleyball was a sacred, hallowed pastime. You’d think football, baseball, or maybe even basketball would make a girl's heart pound in furious abandon, but nope. Ever since I can remember, volleyball has been bred into me since infancy. My father, Corrigan Connelly, was a former TEAM USA volleyball player. He played in the eighties and nineties, winning four gold medals and one silver. The silver was the year I was born. Did he regret it? Nope. He said I was the best thing he and Mom ever did.

What you hollering for, my Sarah-girl?

That’s what he always called me. His Sarah-girl.

Donovan and the team won the gold!

Donovan Richards isn’t the only person who makes up that team, girl. There’s five other people on that court and the others that sit on the bench.

Of course, he’s right. However, no one looked like Donovan Richards. He’s thirty-two years of holy-Jesus-hotness on a skillet. Six foot-five inches of rugged, rough, and fine. He’s Captain of the team, and for the last two Olympic Games, he’s brought home the gold. Then, either gold or silver at the World Championships.

I played volleyball during middle and high school and had even been recruited to play at one of the top volleyball universities, the University of Texas. Only two hours away from our little town of Lennex, Texas. That was until I shattered my ankle at the national championships in my senior year of high school. I walk with a slight limp now, making running and sitting on the balls on my feet difficult.

It didn’t stop me from watching the game, though. Women’s and Men’s both. I admit though, I loved watching the men’s more. There’s just something about Donovan Richards that made my insides melt and my heart race. Then again, that could result in the fact I had a READ poster of him in his Team USA uniform with a book in his hands. Yeah, when I saw it in my high school library my junior year, I asked Mrs. Jones, the librarian, if I could have it. I practically begged for it. 

She smiled, laughed and then told me to go ahead, and it’s been hanging on my ceiling ever since. He was the first thing I saw in the morning and the last thing I saw at night. Those magnetic slate-blue eyes of his staring at me— hey, let me dream— like he was ready to devour me, had made my teenage-self yearn for the forbidden. Let’s just say my obsession with the guy is borderline neurotic. Not that I’d ever met him before. Seen him play? Yes. He also played Beach Volleyball and that was a sight to see as well.

Dad, I know, but Donovan is just so… dreamy.

His father’s Canadian, Sarah. Naturally, he had to say that with absolute disgust in his tone. 

So? He’s like a big, mountain-man. Makes me wonder what he’d look like as a Mountie.

I laughed, seeing dads reaction. He was mock glaring at me, but I knew him. He liked watching Donovan too. Dad only snorted as he shook his head.

Glad to see you have your priorities straight. Now, come on, girl. No time to fantasize. Don’t you have a thesis to work on?

Uhm. Yes. I was finishing up with the last of my courses, needing only to finish my final paper, so I could get my Master’s degree in Sports Medicine.

I always planned on getting into Sports Meds, but volleyball had always been a dream. Until that was shattered. Literally. I had been crushed, but I didn’t let that stop me from reaching my potential. I worked with the sports medicine team at UT. I didn’t need the scholarship to go, because mom and dad saved up for my college tuition and when I started working, I did what I could to save up; make my own way.

I was almost finished with the paper. Still had another two weeks before it’s due. I’ve been studying for six years and all that’s left is the big state test for my license. If I wanted to get into the big leagues, and work with any professional teams, I had to have a doctorate. I didn’t think I was ready to go that far yet. I liked working with college athletes.

However, my mind traveled back to Richards. What I wouldn’t give to work with Team USA. In any capacity. God knows what I’d do if I ever met Donovan Richards. I’d probably fawn and swoon and well, he was hot as hell, I’d probably make a fool of myself. There I go again.

I read about him all the time. He was a serious kind of guy. Never see him on dates or anywhere that didn’t contain a court and net. He was meticulous about practicing and keeping in shape. By the looks of that body, I’d be meticulous in inspecting every sexy inch of it. I’ve seen photos of him playing shirtless and those abs were nothing to be sad about. I practically lick the screen every time I freaking see him on it.

Pathetic, but I didn’t care. No one really knew about my Donny obsession. Yeah, I call him Donny in my head like the pathetic girl I am with the biggest crush on the boy that would never notice me in a million years. But I could dream, right?

Trust me, when I noticed him when I was a teenage girl, all my schoolbook covers, notebooks— you name it— I had Mrs. Richards scrawled over it. My best friend Trish never let me live it down either. She even teased me by calling me the future Mrs. Richards. Although secretly, I loved it.

He was a kind, generous, serious type of guy. He was determined and focused and the few girls I saw him take pictures with fo sport mags, well, it was usually female volleyball players he dated. So, both parties were determined and focused.

Stop woolgathering, Sarah-girl.

I laughed as I got up, swinging my arm around his waist, giving him a giant bear hug. I like woolgathering. It keeps my mind occupied.

Hmmm. Well, speaking of occupied, have you tried getting on as a trainer? I could always call a few people.

That was my dad. Always looking out for me and trying to help in any way he could. I didn’t think I could get back into it. After having a few surgeries, I couldn’t make myself walk out onto a court.

Yeah. I was scared to death. After that day I didn’t step on any volleyball court again, keeping myself to the locker training rooms.

Dad, I’d like to make it on my own, yeah?

He shook his head and kissed my temple. My Sarah-girl, if I want to help you, I will. I leaned back, instantly suspicious. Oh, no. When he got like that, it meant he already did something. 

Dad, what did you do?

"Nothing special. However, I talked to Alan Roper, the coach of Team USA—

Dad, I know who Alan Roper is. I remember he played with you way back when.

Yeah, well, he owes me a favor. And after you turn in your paper, and ace it like I know you will, you will go out to California and put in your resume. Which is impressive, girl. You’ve helped a whole hell of a lot at UT— now, don’t look at me like that. I want you to experience things other than Lennex, Texas and Austin. You’re made for so much more. All the coaches at UT sing your praises and tell me how hard working you are and how you’re willing to help any and all the athletes at any time. Day or night.

Dad!

He was reaching a limit that I didn’t like. My heart was racing and pounding against my chest, and I didn’t know what to say or do.

I talked to him a while back. He said after this year’s Olympics, to send you out there and he’ll check you out. See if you work well with the team. Of course, I told him you would. You’re amazing at what you do.

Tears welled up in my eyes. Dad was always my biggest fan, but I didn’t know he’d actually do something like this for me. It was overwhelming. He shouldn’t have done it. That’s ten steps ahead of my plans. 

Wait a minute. A while back? What was he thinking? Dad? Why haven’t you told me this beforehand? I mean, you’ve been right here with me watching the games and haven’t spoken a word? What’s up with that?

What are you guys talking about in here?

Mom walked in, her petit frame came into view and unlike my dad, who was a few inches above six feet, both her and I shared a short figure. Mom was about five-six, and I came in just two inches shorter than her. You’d think with dad being so dang tall, I’d be taller, but nooooo. That was left to my younger sister, Jennifer. She was five-ten and had no interest whatsoever in sports. She was an ‘academic’. She wanted to be a math teacher.

Anyway, dad always told me being so close to the ground was great because I could get the deep volley’s that were spiked over the net. One of the best libero’s he’s seen in a long while. That was basically why UT had wanted me. I had always been able to get the deep ones. That’s why Lennex High had been all about volleyball. Football too… small town, but after our first state championship when I was a freshman, we got recognized. After winning our second title my sophomore year, they rearranged football and volleyball games because our stands were packed and football was right after, so people began to complain that the walk from the gym to the stands was too much trouble.

The school board fixed it, so the town was able to go to both. Then my senior year happened. We got to the state championships and won— but at the beginning of the second set I had been set up to spike it over from my position and somehow, I landed wrong and what I thought had been a simple ankle twist, turned out to be ten times worse. Scouts had been there too, talking me up beforehand. It wasn’t excitement or nervousness that landed me that way, it just was. When I was in the game…I was solely focused. The game was the only thing in my vision until we won.

O’well. Couldn’t change the past.

I turned to my mom, clearing my head of sad memories and said, Just finished watching Team USA win the gold. It was a close match. Canada is a great team. Hard to beat.

Dad snorted, and mom laughed as she walked in, sitting on her lady recliner. That’s amazing. The guys worked hard this year from what dad told us.

She knows, Krys.

You finally told her?

Wow. Finally? How long had he been keeping this a secret? How long has she known?

Sorry, honey. Your dad wanted it to be a surprise for after your graduation. We both know you’re going to ace that paper and with your license in massage therapy, you’re going to be very wanted in your field.

Sigh.

Did I mention I had my license in massage therapy, too? No? Well, while I was working for my Sports Medicine degree, I thought it would be good to have some massage therapy under my belt, too. I’ve lived in Austin for the past four years, going to school around the clock— not taking winter or summer breaks. I was pretty young for my field but after my ankle, I became determined.

But this? I can't believe dad would do something like this. It was underhanded.

"Mom, dad. I appreciate it and I’m very grateful, but—

No buts, Sarah. You’re taking this opportunity and you’re going to love it. I know you will. Besides, you’ll meet dreamboat Donovan Richards. My mom put her hands up in prayer and sighed dreamily. 

Krystal. He’s way too old for her.

Mom rolled her eyes. Honey, you’re eight years older than I am.

It was different back then.

No, it’s not. It’s just because he’s Canadian, isn’t he?

Woman, it’s not because he’s Canadian. Get off that.

It is and it’s because you know his dad. The louse.

Whoa. This was news I’ve never been told before. 

Why is he a louse? And yes, he’s Canadian, but he plays for the US. I always wondered why he doesn’t play for them.

Dad shook his head before responding. His dad didn’t marry his momma. He got her pregnant and thought she was just a medal bunny. A one-night stand. He didn’t expect to get her pregnant, but she did, and he wanted nothing to do with her or Donovan. Since his mom is half Canadian and half American— dual citizenship, you see— she moved him here. Then when he was old enough, he decided to do his best to become the most successful volleyball player there is, and he is. His father hates that.

Dad was right about that. Donny was the top player in the country and in the top five internationally.

Corrigan! She doesn’t need to hear things like that.

Oh, man. My mother thought I was so completely naïve. I mean, she was right in that kind of respect, but I read. Trish loved reading romance, and some smut. Which could get really graphic, but she pushed the books on me telling me I’d like it anyway.

For example, The Mister Series by JA Huss. I couldn’t believe some of the things talked about in those books, but I got hooked. I loved it. Gritty, sexy and the whole mystery part intrigued me.

However, I was still a virgin. Yeah, got my v-card and everything. I was still young enough. I was only twenty-three for goodness sake. My mother thought I knew nothing about men. Which in reality she was right. I’ve never seen a guy totally naked. I saw underwear ads of hot men with their package outlined, but never the full-on flesh visual.

I secretly wished Donovan Richards would be the man I gave it too. Yeah, I was totally delusional, but I’ve crushed on him for the last half of my life. His body was in prime condition, and I dreamed about him enough to make a sane person roll their eyes at my little obsession.

Not to say the other team members weren’t good looking. They were all ripped and tall and supremely hot.

Donovan just did something for me. Never happen in a million years but since I was getting the opportunity to meet him? Who knows? Maybe I just became the luckiest girl in the world.

2

Three weeks after my graduation, I was packing for California. I’ve only been there once when I was little, when Dad still played. After he retired, he and mom moved down here where mom grew up. I don’t remember it very much. At least not from a grown-up’s point of view. 

I was getting super excited.

Mom and Dad were taking me to the airport in Austin for my afternoon flight. I talked to Alan Roper, a nice gentleman who had nothing but good things to say about interviewing me and trying to get me to be a part of his team. I hadn’t met with the medical trainers or staff and while I was slightly nervous, he had investigated my background thoroughly. Talked to UT and got references, which made everyone who knew about it curious as to why I was getting this opportunity of a lifetime so young. I’m sure the instructors and trainers knew who my dad was, so they knew he had connections. God knows, they thought I asked my dad to see about getting me into the program. The students had no idea why I was so lucky.

At least, they never said anything to my face. I was done with school and the head medical trainer at UT said if I ever wanted to get a position there to just give him a call. He was excited for me and told me it didn’t matter how I got the chance, if I didn’t take it, I was a fool. So I did. Alan told me to pack for at least a week to see how everything works out before he gives the total ‘you’re hired so pack up your life and move on out here’ confirmation. He set up a hotel for me at half the charge. Dad said he would cover it until I knew for certain. He said it wouldn’t matter because I’d get the job anyway. 

I rolled my eyes at his confidence. I spoke to Mr. Roper privately and he said normally they look for people already experienced and of course older, but he’d known my dad since before the Olympics, when they played for the same club in Cali, so he was giving me the benefit of the doubt. It wasn’t for certain, but he’ll know after the week is over. It all depends on how I handle the other trainers, players and coaches.

I packed several training appropriate clothing. A nice dress, just in case. Don’t judge me. I might go out for dinner in a nice place. Maybe. Hopefully, with Donovan Richards— nope.

Don’t even go there, Sarah. Off limits. Keep him firmly tucked away in your delusional dream world. I seriously doubt they’d let you sleep with anyone there without getting the boot.

I mean, God knows when I get there, the people there will most likely think I did something suspicious— aka slept with someone —to get even looked at. That’s why I didn’t want dad to do anything for me, but I really wanted to take this chance. If it didn’t work out, maybe I’d go back to UT and talk with Doctor Fletcher about becoming a permanent trainer. I was in the top five percent of the class, so I had a great chance. Especially since he offered the position when I talked to him.

I also slipped a one-piece bathing suit inside. If you could call it a one piece. It was pretty backless with the sides cut out and a big gold circle connecting the top and bottom pieces together, but it was pretty. A pair of jeans along with three shirts, and a variety of shoes before zipping the suitcase up and filling up my carry on with essentials. My iPod, kindle paperwhite, the newest Cosmo mag because Trish got me hooked on the silly magazine. Told me Volleyball Magazine is not appropriate for a young woman nowadays.

I hadn’t cared for her comment because I wasn’t a girl who wore makeup or dated very much. Hell, I could count on one hand how many boyfriends I’ve ever had in my entire life. Two. One in middle school and when he thought he’d try and get in my pants, I shot that down and once when I started college. It lasted about six months, and I broke up with him when I figured out he was way too self-absorbed for me. Luckily, we hadn’t gotten around to doing the deed or I would seriously be regretting it now. Thank God.

I knew I was a plain-Jane. I was fair skinned with black-brown hair. I had brown eyes like my dad. I