Friends with Benefits Goals: Romance Goals, #4

By Barbi Cox

Can soccer's most notorious bad boy be tamed by love? As the star player of the L.A. Stars, Massimo is used to getting whatever he wants, whenever he wants it.

 

He lives a life of partying hard and fast women who never say no. Assistant coach Daniella is sassy, single, hasn't dated for a year and she's not willing to take any

 

crap from her sexy bad boy players. When she calls in a favor Massimo is more than willing to help her fake it.

 

Problem is, he didn't expect faking it to feel so good. She's determined to keep their relationship strictly professional despite their growing chemistry.

But when Massimo pushes her for more he could lose the best thing that's ever happened to him.

Can he convince his stubborn coach to risk her heart and put it all on the line?

A Steamy Friends To Lovers Bad Boy Sports Romance stand alone with a happily ever after.
If you like a little snark with your sexy footballer romance you found the right series of books to read.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Barbi Cox
• Release date: Mar 7, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224205233

Barbi Cox

Barbi Cox is an international bestselling author of steamy contemporary romance. Barbi writes about, sexy Alpha daddies, bad boys with squishy hearts, hot billionaires, age gap romance, steamy ménages, dark mafia hotties, and reverse harems that will make you squirm. Barbi lives in Oregon with her husband and two dogs. Her guilty pleasure is Bravo TV, espresso with cashew milk, and a good bottle of red wine. 
Between books, you will find her at the beach taking in the sun and enjoying nature.

Book preview

MASSIMO

M onsieur? A soft voice calls. Two others echo, and I smile.

The best part of my day is when the maids come. I lean back against my kitchen counter, beer in hand, and wave to the three girls. Not a damn one of them is French, but I like how Monsieur sounds on their tongues. I want to imagine a whole lot more in their mouth, but these three are just nice to look at for now.

Kathleen is a regular and bats her thick eyelashes at me as the other two curtsey, then flip up their short skirts, revealing their bare asses. Delicious. Kathleen dusts near me and offers me her hand. So I can get the top of the cabinets?

I grin. Of course, bambina.

I lift her onto the counter in one go, and she giggles. You’re so strong, Mr. Agosti.

From this angle, I can see right up Kathleen’s skirt. Her deliciously thick thighs, her round ass, and enough to know that she's completely bare and so sinfully confident that she pulls her apron to the side to flash me a perfect tit.

I chuckle and take another drink of beer. Finding their service has been the second-best thing about living in California. The best thing is living in a house that’s practically the playboy mansion. An indoor/ outdoor pool with a grotto, four bedrooms – one with a sex swing and one with a full wall-sized T.V. A backyard that’s a mix of tiki bar at a getaway resort and a nice place to unwind or take photos.

But these delicious young women wear black tutus, thigh highs, black heels, and a sweet maid’s apron that ties around their neck and leaves their back completely bare … mmm—eye candy with the bonus of a clean house. Life can’t get sweeter.

Enjoying the view? Kathleen asks, spreading her legs to give me a better view.

I always do. I chuckle, taking another drink. When I help her back down to the floor, I stroke up her back and along her neck before teasing the blonde braid falling over her shoulder. How would you feel about me having some additional company?

Friends? She asks.

From my team. There’s a big European game on that I don’t want to miss. I say simply.

Kathleen smiles, then rubs down my chest slowly, eyes following until her finger reaches my belt. Kathleen smirks. I think the girls and I will be okay with that.

I promise to tip more, bambina.

I wink at her and see her waver on her heels. She blushes and nods. Okay. I’ll let the girls know, Mr. Agosti.

I grin and text a few of the guys before flopping down in my favorite recliner. I turn the TV on and wait for Hector, James, and Oliver to get back to me. It’s easier to get the younger guys on the team to come since Max and Teddy have been whipped and caged by their women.

They love my place, they love the girls that I always have around, and they love the lack of rules at my place. Anything goes, everything goes as long as those involved agree and no one says no.

Hector sends me a thumbs up, Oliver says he’ll be over in five, and James promises to be by for the party he’s sure will happen tonight because there’s always a party on Saturdays now. Since Max stopped having them and got himself married, engaged, or whatever they are this week. I’ve taken up the role.

He’s occupied by his other half Val, and I’m eager to play while he and coach aren’t up my ass. I grin to myself at the three women eagerly dusting and cleaning up, making sure to bend over to show their asses and tits whenever they can.

Kathleen opens the door for Hector and Oliver when they arrive, and they sit with me in the living room, placing bets on the Italy – England game. I have to bet on home; I always do. And as the score is tied, the game has more of my attention than the women.

Until Kathleen rubs down my arm, she makes a soft sound in her throat, and I look at her pouty red lips. She gently blows in my ear, then whispers. Monsieur, we’d be happy to make your day even better.

I couldn’t ever ask you for more, Kathleen. I pat her hand.

She and the two girls today are no older than twenty-one. As much as I love women, especially young, submissive, half-dressed women that are eager to please and happy to get to touch me just because I have a good win-streak under my belt. I just don’t feel right about the young ones. I need a woman.

Oliver looks over at me enviously. His bright blue eyes don’t miss a single inch of Kathleen’s legs, and Hector is eagerly trying to claim Christina’s attention. Jennifer pushes her tits against my face as she strokes over my chest.

Monsieur, we should launder this.

Absolutely. Kathleen practically purrs.

Jennifer sits between Oliver and Hector, giggling with them and flirting lightly. Oliver devours the attention, but Hector glances from me to the girls over and over. Both girls beg to undress me, to toss my clothes in the laundry, and take care of me, and I know I’m getting harder and harder the more they spell it out for me.

Kathleen and I have gotten to know each other decently well. I know she’s requested to work for me anytime I request, so I see her every week. Every time we see each other, she touches me for any and every reason. Now, when some beer drips onto my fly, she can’t dab at it fast enough.

I don’t push her off, but I do nothing more than continue drinking my beer with a smile on my face. She rubs me through my pants until I’m hard as a rock. But the game continues, and Between Italy’s victory and the envious glares of Oliver and Hector, I’m on cloud fucking nine.

Sure, I won’t pursue these girls. They’re way too young, but I like the attention, and I like having the guys jealous over what I can afford and what I get to have. Especially considering retirement is steadily sneaking closer with every game and every season.

Another completed season, another step closer to obscurity. To loneliness. After all, who will hang around someone who’s retired at thirty-seven with nothing but brand endorsements left?

On her knees in front of me, Kathleen asks. Monsieur, everything okay? Her apron revealing both her luscious tits.

She’s gorgeous, and one day, she’s going to knock someone’s fucking socks off. But I’m not the guy she’ll end up with. I’m just a semi-famous guy she wants to be able to tell her friends about.

And if she were twenty-five, I’d happily indulge her.

Sto bene, bambina, I assure, rubbing her chin until she giggles and turns bright red.

The girls finish up and leave me with a hard cock and a nice high to ride. And I make the most of that high through the party. The music is so loud thoughts can’t get through. The party is a clothing-optional mix of bodies. No matter where I look, everyone is wearing a smile or clinging to another person.

Three topless women holding hands head towards the grotto, and I follow. Inside the stone grotto, the blue and green lights wash over expanses of skin. Gorgeous women tangling themselves up with each other, with men, and finding ecstasy. One woman rides Oliver hard, her head bent back, red hair falling over her tits.

I grin, toast them and head inside, losing myself among the dancing bodies, the fun, and the live-forever attitude surrounding us. Two girls come up to me, wearing thongs that are barely there, and tug on my shirt until I give it up.

The blonde rubs over my abs and giggles. "Massimo! The Massimo."

The one and only, bambina.

She bites her lip and goes pink. The other girl, a brunette, tugs on my pants, regaining my attention. She licks her lips and looks me over. Now this woman, this is one I’d happily fall into. Just my type. The body of a porn star with the promise of heaven between her legs.

"You know, we’d do anything you ask. She purrs in my ear. Everything."

Oh, you would? I ask, rubbing down their backs and pulling them closer to me. Together?

Yes. The blonde giggles. Just ask.

Kiss.

They laugh and kiss each other. Their lips press, then there’s a pause as if they just realized how good kissing is. They lick each other’s tongues, kiss deeper, moaning and panting as their hands wander. The blonde shoves the brunette against the wall and slides her hand between her legs.

They’ve forgotten all about me, and I’m more than happy to watch them explore the curiosity that must have been building for some time. I chuckle and head to the library where some guys have a poker table set up.

Each has a girl in his lap, and I can tell more than one girl is completely naked. I chuckle and toast James. Hector curses in Spanish, and the girl on his lap sighs and takes her shirt off, revealing a lacy bra that hides nothing.

Just as I’m about to deal myself in, the door opens. Standing there is the one person I consistently avoid inviting. Danny. She puts her hands on her hips and looks us over. I see Hector choke on his beer, but James hardly flinches.

That doesn’t change the fact that I know he’s as nervous as Hector is. Danny is a hardass; we all know it. The effect she has on the guys is reason enough not to invite her to these events, but I honestly love her sass and confidence. There’s a reason that she’s the assistant coach, and being a woman in a man’s world has only made her all the scarier, which makes her so much hotter.

Little Danny, only five foot two with tattoos, muscle, and sharp eyes, is fiercer than half the men I’ve met. I’m sure my own father would cower in front of her if she turned her furious, tight-lipped look on him. Her dark hair is short, brushing her top lip and kept off her neck, but I’ve thought of grabbing it when she gets too riled.

And I can tell she’s about to get very riled.

Danny, I say quickly.

She looks from the poker table to me, and the color rises in her cheeks. Her fists curl up, and I see the muscles in her arm tighten.

Listen here-

Before she can start, I jerk her out of the study, across the hall, and into the laundry room. She shoves me hard, and the one-foot size difference in height doesn’t matter. I stumble and catch myself against the wall. She grabs the door, opens it, and yells that she’ll be stealing any clothing left on the floor when she comes back in.

I can hear the table and chairs clatter to the floor. Then she points at me. What the fuck is this, Mass?

I grin. A party.

Shut it down. Now. This is exactly the kind of shit that will get the team in trouble. She hisses.

I take another step towards her and lick across my bottom lip. My fierce little tesoro. She doesn’t back down even as I block her against the wall. And if I don’t?

I have ways to get you in line.

I tip her chin up and slide my hand across her throat. I feel her pulse race against my palm. I’d like to see you try.

You couldn’t handle it. She snaps back.

I grin, how I love a challenge.

DANNY

This asshole. Always burying himself and his teammates in booze, pussy, and gambling. He’s worse than Max was before Max cleaned up and got wifed up. And that’s a low bar that Massimo has managed to dive under.

But Massimo is also bigger than Max. Max has a few inches in height, but Massimo’s wide. He’s muscle on muscle, plus wavy dark hair that reaches his shoulders and a light beard. His dark eyes are always half drunk on the sun and I’m sure he could bench me easily.

Which makes it twice as difficult to deal with him when he has me pinned against a wall. As if the room isn’t small enough, Massimo blocks off everything but the two inches between us. His hand wraps all the way around the back of my neck, but I don’t give in to his touch. Even if