Another One Bites the Dust (15 page)

I went down the bleachers until I got to the row of seats that my parent’s paid for every year.  My mom was sitting in her usual spot while dad was in his usual spot, which was down at the railing where it said “Do Not Stand” in big bold letters.  Yet no one ever complained that he was there.  Likely it was because everyone was too afraid of him to do anything about it. 

Max helped me into my seat, and I shot him a glare.  He put his hands up in surrender, and walked down to stand next to my father.

Mom’s snort of amusement was covered by a cough.  “You need to give him a break, Payton.  You scared the living daylights out of him.  Stop being so mean to him.”

“I can’t help it.  He hasn’t even let me pee by myself!  I thought it would be longer into the relationship before he watched me pee!  I have to sneak off while he’s sleeping to poop, and we haven’t had sex in two weeks!”  I said loudly.

Too loud if the looks I was getting from those around me had anything to say about it.  “Payton Evangeline Alvarez!  That is not something a mother needs to hear about”

“What?  Pooping or having sex?”  I asked.

“Both.  I dealt with enough of your poop when you were younger.  As for the sex, well, I just plain don’t want to hear about that.”  My mom said as we stood for the High School Fight song.

We didn’t speak much after that.  I brooded.  I knew I was acting crazy, but there was no reason he needed to be following me around as he was doing.  He got me Alpha for that very reason.  Why did he continue to persist on being so overprotective?

I glanced down at the bottom of the bleachers and watched as him and my dad kept close tabs on the game.  Bennett wasn’t currently on the field.  Something about it being the other team’s ball.  Not like that meant anything to me.  Dad had tried to explain it to me once, but he said I asked too many questions.  Hence why he no longer sits with us anymore.

“I’m going to go to the concession stand and to the restroom.  Need anything?”  I asked my mom as I stood.

Alpha disentangled himself from my feet, and did a little doggy stretch.  He had his cute little service dog vest on that asked everyone not to touch him because he was working.  I loved the looks I always got when he was wearing it with me.  They always looked curious as to what my ailment was that I needed a service dog.

I took the bleachers two at a time, and headed to the restroom that was practically on the other side of the stadium from where our seats were located.  It was also in a dark corner that always used to bother me before; although, not so much now that I had Alpha with me.  After the fire, I knew for certain he would forever protect me.  He would even die for me, not that I would ever want him to.

I exited the bathroom still drying my hands with the paper towel when I noticed the dark shadow in front of me.  Once second, I was putting one foot in front of the other, and the next I was pinned to the wall with Max’s body.

“So, you’re having a problem with our sex life, and felt the need to talk to your mom about it?”  Max asked quietly while rotating his hips.

It was what was between those wonderful hips that had my pleasure center wake up from hibernation.  “Yeah, so what?”

Ember and I had a contest going.  It was based on who could come up with the most outrageous name for our vaginas.  Currently she was winning with the name ‘penis garage.’

“If you had a problem, all you needed to do was ask, sweetheart.”  With that, he took my hand and led me deep underneath the bleachers.

Above me, I could hear the crowd going wild, so it was obvious one of ours just scored.  The band started to kick in; bass drums thumped a low pounding beat, saxophones rang out, and the cymbals crashed together.  Max led me deeper and deeper into the shadows until we came to rest under the very middle.  There were bleachers leading up to the middle of the stands.  A gate was at the very top keeping anyone from coming down the stairs.

“Did you make out under the bleachers in high school?”  He asked me curiously.

“No, you’ll be my first.”  I said coyly.

 “Who said I was going to make out with you?  Honey, I’m gonna fuck you.”

He hammered that statement home with a possessive kiss.  His hand traveled down my back, and slid into the gap of my jeans.  His finger traveled down until finally he found what he was seeking.  My back arched as one long thick finger found its way inside of me.  I moaned into his mouth, and lifted my leg so it was resting on the rail enabling his finger to have easier access.

His magic fingers found my clit, and he thrummed it expertly; he got me very near the edge before pulling back, and spinning me to face away from him.

His cock pressed into my lower back, and I groaned in defeat.  “Sex standing up doesn’t work so well for a short person.”

His hands worked my belt loose, and then tackled the button of my jeans.  He shoved my pants and underwear down to my knees.  My bare ass was assaulted with the cool night air, and I shivered.  My knees went weak when I felt his bare penis touching the skin of my back.

Max growled and cupped my sex in his large hand.  “I’ll make it work if I have to hold you a foot off the ground to fuck you.”

I kid you not.  He did that very thing.  Leaning down and wrapping his hand around my waist, he lifted my body until my feet were left dangling inches off the ground and sat me down on his cock.  His casted arm came up across my chest and his fingers feathered lightly over my collarbone.  My hands clamped down on the arm around my waist, and I held on for the ride.

He groaned when he was seated fully inside of me.  “You’ll have to use your ab muscles.”  He said before using his incredible strength to hold me off the ground as well as lifting me up and down on his cock, repeatedly.

“God, I’m close.  Are you close?  I’m losing it here.”  Max growled.

Panting, I managed to squeak out, “Please, don’t stop.  You’re so deep this way.” 

I had literally no control of the depth.  He was in control of the speed, the depth, as well as the pace.  I was just along for the ride.  It was turning me on even more to know that Max had this kind of strength.  Sure, I was only one hundred and twenty pounds, but holding up any amount of weight, let alone moving it up and down, was a challenge.  Max wasn’t even breathing hard.

“Fuck.”  Max grunted, and started to move faster. 

I took one hand from his arm, and immediately located my clit.  I was close, but I could tell if I didn’t give myself a little push that Max would be going without me if the pace he was setting was anything to go by.  The first brush of my finger was all it took.  Throwing my head back, I leaned against Max’s shoulder as he pounded me through my orgasm.

His harsh oath signaled his own release, and he moved slowly until at last he was spent.  “Jesus Christ, you sure do make me crazy.” 

He lifted my body up one last time, and he slipped free of me.  Wetness followed his cock’s departure, and I groaned.  “I’m gonna have wet clothes the rest of the night.”

“I have a glove you could use until you got to the bathroom.”  Max said helpfully.

I made a disgusted sound, and ignored the hand that was holding out the leather glove.  “You need those for the ride home.  I’ll make do.  Walk me to the bathroom, and then go get me some nachos from the concession stand.”

“Yes, ma’am.”  Max agreed.

We walked hand in hand to the bathroom, and he let me go while he walked around the side of the building to stand in the god awful line.  I was about to finish with the bathroom just as he was coming back to meet me.  “How did you get through there so fast?”

He gave me a devilish smile and said, “Charm.”

As we rounded the corner of the building, a young brunette who likely was the captain of the cheerleading squad shook her palm palms at him and smiled brightly.  He gave me a sheepish look, and it took all I had not to burst out laughing.  The man was incorrigible.

We’d just made it up to the fence to see my baby brother make a huge play.  “Ten seconds remaining on the clock.  The Lobo’s will need a miracle here.  Wait a minute, folks!  Alvarez is on the outside, he’s at the fifty, forty, thirty, twenty, ten, touchdown Lobos!”

The crowd went wild.  Fans started pouring out of the stands.  I was being pushed from all sides.  Max simply lifted me over the side of the fence and placed my back against on the other side of it to keep anyone from hurting me.  My heart was pounding, and I could see my brother being dog piled in the middle of the field.  Player after player jumped on top of him until I could no longer see anymore.

My smile was so wide that my face hurt; I was so happy for him.  Three scouts made it out to see him tonight, and I knew that this was a big game for him.  He was graduating in December, a year and a half early.  This would most likely get him a full ride.  Not that it mattered since he’d gone with Max and my dad to sign enlistment papers.  He’d be shipping off to basic training in January with the consent of my parents.

“Mother fucker.”  Max said from behind me.

I turned sharply just in time to see him bend down, lift Alpha up, and drop him over the fence beside me.  Then he did a manly jump and vaulted his body over the fence, not even using the chain link, as I would have had to do.  The crowd was still pouring out of the bleachers.

In Texas, football was taken seriously.  The Lobo stadium could hold over seven thousand people, and since it was homecoming, every single seat was filled.  There were so many people here that they were sitting on the hills outside of the stadium just so they could watch.

Teenagers were everywhere, and it was a madhouse.  Max, Alpha, and I just stood there.  It was so chaotic that if we moved from our spot we would be pulled into the mob of people heading for the field.

“Move!”  A booming voice said from our right.

My dad’s large body made it’s way through the crowd toward us.  My mother was in the shelter of his arms, and trying desperately not to fall on her ass because my dad wouldn’t slow down for her.  Once he got to us, he thrust my mother into Max’s arms, and then went in search for my brother who was somewhere in the writhing crowd in front of us.

He was like a one man wrecking crew as he walked through the horde.

I heard my mom’s soft sigh as she said, “God, he’s so sexy.”

“Ewwww.  Yuck!”  I whined.

I so didn’t want to hear about that.  All I knew was that I was miraculously conceived, as was my brother.  My parents were not intimate, nor have they ever been.  I was pretty sure they just adopted us just to be nice.

A fight broke out on the field between the two teams.  Helmets started smashing together, fists meeting faces, shouts, and curses.

“Fuck.”  Max hissed.

He looked behind us, checking for something, and then nodded to himself.  He did the hop over the fence again, grabbed my mom around the waist and dropped her to her feet, and then did the same with me, and then Alpha.  “Get up to the top of the bleachers.  Don’t move from the top.  I’ll come for you as soon as I can.  I’m going to go find your brother and father.” 

With that, he left us about half way up the bleachers, and then started running down them like a fucking gazelle, two at a time.  He hopped the fence with a grace that you wouldn’t normally see in such a large man, and then he disappeared into the crowd.

“Yours is sexy, too.”  My mom surmised from beside me.

“Damn straight.”  I confirmed.

The gate at the back of the field was pulled open and dozens of police officers came storming in with huge clear shields in front of their bodies.  Seeing as I’m a master at Call of Duty, I know what a riot shield looks like.  I winced as the first person threw himself at one of the officers, and he went down hard.  Dumbass.  What the hell did he think those were for?  They sure weren’t for decoration.

I spotted a bright orange cast in the middle of the mob and felt relief rush through me.  In all my twenty-four years of life, I’ve never seen a real fight.  I’ve watched some on TV, but nothing could have prepared me for this.  There was just a mass of people beating the shit out of whoever got close.  They weren’t even fighting on the same team anymore.  It was a freaking mess.

I spotted my brother’s jersey at the opposite side of the field from the mob and went cold.  My brother was on the ground fighting like crazy while five boys in the opposing team’s uniform surrounded him, taking turns throwing punches and kicks at him.  The only good thing I could see out of that was he was still in his uniform, helmet and all.

Not taking the last bit of time to think, I ran down the bleachers two at a time.  I didn’t explain to my mom where I was going, and didn’t really want to tell her when I knew she’d just follow into the fray with me if she did.  Using the rungs on the chain link fence, I climbed it and threw my leg over the side of the fence before hopping over as best as I could.  I more fell to the ground on the other side than landed, and took off running in the direction of my brother.

My feet tripped over the yard marker, and I picked it up so I could use it as a weapon.  Looking down I noticed the pointed edge of the yard marker that held it firmly in the ground while in use.  It the ref using this wasn’t careful, he could impale himself unintentionally. 

When I got close enough to hear them, nothing could have stopped me from what I did next.

“Did you like fucking the girl that everyone else has had?  I bet you thought she was a nice girl, didn’t you?”  Number 33 taunted.

My brother went for his knees, but 33 just stepped to the side and laughed as his teammate grabbed hold of his legs.  Knowing surprise was on my side, I lifted the yard marker and shoved it as hard as I could through the meat of his butt.  While pulling the marker out, I took the sole of my foot and planted it into the boy’s knee that was standing to my right.

Bellows of pain rose from the two boys, but I didn’t stop to think.  I branded the yard marker as a weapon, and held it as one would a spear.  “Get away from him.”  I screeched.

“Or what?  You caught those two by surprise.  Your nothing but a little slip of a girl, we’d probably break you if we took turns with you like we did with the others.”  Number 66 jeered.