RHINO: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (With FREE Bonus Novel OFFSIDE!) (27 page)

Mom, Jack, even Mark won’t be able to rile him. I love that about Alex. He’s a cocky fucker, but he’s never conceited about his intelligence and he never puts someone down because he thinks he’s better than them at something. He wants to be the best, but he won’t resort to childish name calling to get there, and he certainly isn’t the kind of person to patronize someone because he thinks their profession is less valuable than his own.

Mom is a fucking secretary for Christ sake. Mark may be a doctor, but that doesn’t give him more importance than anyone else. Plus he’s a love rat and has cheated on my sister a number of times, even if she keeps taking him back. I’m also fairly convinced he’s an alcoholic and he may or may not be addicted to prescription drugs. Yes Alex is a bad boy extraordinaire, albeit reformed, but he has never done anything bad to anyone else, he’s always respected people, and he’s always made sure he’s looked after himself. Alex has a body to die for, and I expect Jack and Mark are jealous of that. Mom’s probably just bitter that I’m no longer alone.

We finish lunch, which is as bad as it always is, before each going our separate ways to relax before reconvening again at dinner time. I desperately want to whisk Alex up to my room and do the dirty with him, but with Charlie running around and the house full of people there is nowhere near enough privacy for him to be able to even just slip it up inside me.

We disappear up to my bedroom anyway, partly because I want to show him it, partly because I want to make out, and partly because I just want to get away from everyone else.

“
So this is where the magic happens”, Alex says with a smile.

“
No, this is not where the magic ever happened, unless you’re talking about Disney princes and far away dreams. In that sense, yes, in the other, absolutely not a single time.”

“
I get tense when I go home too. That’s what families are like. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

We sit down on the bed together, the door closed but unable to be locked.

“
I’m sorry”, I say.

“
For what.”

“
For my family being unwelcoming.”

Alex gives me his
I’m complicating things way more than is necessary
look. “I don’t feel unwelcomed”, he says.

“
All that stuff about your job. Mom’s never gotten over the fact that I wanted to work in sport. She thinks I’ve never realized my potential.”

“
She just wants you to be happy, like everyone else that cares about you.”

“
I am happy but she won’t accept it.”

“
She will.”

“
She’ll have to.”

“
Come here.”

Alex pulls me towards him and we embrace, tightly enough that I can feel his cock hardening. I shake my head when he whispers into my ear what he wants to do to me.

“
Later”, I say.

“
Now”, he insists.

As persuasive as those light blue gemstone eyes are, and as much as I want to more than anything else, I know we can’t. Not until Mom’s taken her sherry and sleeping pill, and Alex and I can bark obscenities at each other until we come together hard.

“
Later”, I insist again, pulling myself away from him at the sound of a noise in the corridor outside the room.

This is the kind of family that doesn’t bother knocking before opening doors, the kind that doesn’t expect anything but decent conversation to be going on behind them. Jack and Tracy probably haven’t fucked since Gabe was born, Dana and Mark maybe just as long.

I hope when we do it later on they’ll be able to hear us, just to rub their noses in it.

Alex reluctantly lets me go, entertaining himself instead by looking in all of my drawers and picking up everything he can get his hands on.

“
If she keeps your room for you just the way you left it, she must love you. My dad turned mine into an office as soon as I was gone. Luke’s is the same, though. That’s been the same for over fifteen years.”

“
Mom loves me, there’s no doubt about that. She just has a hard time showing it, that’s all. Especially with my boyfriends”, I say.

“
Boyfriends? I thought we were breaking a record.”

“
Jack has a tendency to exaggerate.”

“
Then we’ll just have to break a different one.”

“
What’s that?”

Alex glides his hand over the surface of my desk, in a way that looks like he is testing it for sufficiency. “Make the magic finally happen.”

The rest of the day is a mix of awkward moments, uncomfortable situations, and way too much alcohol. Charlie is a pain in the ass, Gabe won’t stop crying, Mark gets drunk and falls asleep on the sofa and Mom gets weepy about Dad after one too many sherries. She wants to sing Christmas songs, but nobody wants to join in and finally, after throwing a massive tantrum, puts herself to bed.

It is absolute dysfunctional chaos, through which we manage to somehow all come together again to eat, and then make it through the evening just about, without tearing out each other’s eyeballs.

I am far too embarrassed for words, but Alex seems to not let it bother him. He either has the patience of an absolute saint, or Christmas in his house is even worse than here, which I find almost impossible to believe.

I think things are going to get out of hand when Jack insists on running a google search on Alex, only to find much less incriminating evidence than he had hoped. Conversation moves back to work again and on, through almost everything from film to American politics, the most recent mass shooting, immigration and terrorism - which I’m so glad Mom is asleep for - gun laws, love, marriage, and children. We talk about the playoff games, the Giants, the endlessly uncertain future in this country and we talk about Dad.

My family are a bunch of critical, sometimes hypocritical, assholes, but in that moment everyone comes together and it feels really special. We light candles and we remember him in a way that I haven’t done yet. We tell each other stories and we share our experiences of him each other might not have heard. It feels good and important and after a little cry, I feel closer to my family and much better for it.

Alex spends some of the time with us, some of it with Charlie teaching him how to throw, some of it just quietly on his own, perhaps thinking about Luke and what it was like all that time ago to lose him.

When we finally go to bed, at almost one o‘clock in the morning, I know then that I want it more than anything else in this world.

Alex doesn’t even pretend to stay in the guest room and with Mom already tucked up in bed in a bedroom far enough away from both of ours, as long as we get up before her in the morning, she’s never going to know.

It’s late and we are both a little drunk and both a little tired, but neither of us are going to let that spoil this opportunity. Alright, we’ve got to be quiet enough to not wake her up, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let him get away with anything less than what I’ve come to expect from him.

It’s not like Alex can control it anyway. It’s not like he can choose to be worse than he is, just so he doesn’t make me scream. If we’re going to do it, I want it to be memorable. I want it to be the fuck that bettered them all.

It feels kind of kinky doing it in my bedroom too. This place hasn’t changed since I was a teenager.

We creep into the room wrapped in each other, Alex walking me, my feet up on top of his so I’m at just the right height to rest my head in the place where his shoulder meets his neck. I love it when he carries me like this, because I feel completely protected, his massive frame enough to keep even the most potent of threats away from doing me harm.

“
Bed or desk?” he asks casually.

The door closes behind us with a creaky hinge that’s got worse over time. I don’t have a lock on the door so the best we can manage that’ll buy us a few precious seconds for him to hide should he need to, is a stack of books on top of a chair.

The bed squeaks too, so it’s out of the question. I dismount to clear the way, and then remount, my dress shimmering on the floor in my wake like the slippery skin of a snake.

The desk is the perfect height for him, both facing each other and me facing away. I leave my panties and bra on, just in case Mom decides to come battering her way in with the sole intention of catching us, liking it just as much anyway when he pushes them to the side and shows me what he wants to do with me.

Alex takes my lead and removes his T-shirt and his pants, before lifting me up and positioning me where he wants me. It’s maybe not best for him to get undressed completely, but with a chest and abs to die for, I struggle to resist. This man has a body so perfect sometimes I can hardly believe it myself and over the season too, as he’s played more games and trained even harder, it’s only got better and better. I run my eyes over the muscle definition, the lines of perfection a God would be proud of creating and jealous to put themselves against in competition, across those incredible biceps, down to that swollen bulge. The Rhino. Always horny, never seen often in the wild. Well, I’m going to do everything I can to change that, because it’s time to start the regeneration program.

I pull him towards me, the words still so new on my lips I’m never ever sure if I should be saying them at all. I’m a little drunk, but it’s not from the alcohol. I’m obsessed, but then again, I always have been. I’m even hornier than normal, but that’s likely to be because I’m sitting on the desk I wrote so often about him on, and it’s not that anyway. It’s more than that, and now I have it I’ve never been so sure in my life.

“
Baby”, I whisper into his ear. “Give me a baby.”

Maybe I imagine it, but then again, maybe not. Maybe the atoms in the air space around us bend instead, and the whole world feels like it’s pushing us closer. And then maybe, just maybe, Alex, with the idea I’ve just proposed to him, cannot physically contain his reaction.

He gets hot, he swells, he pulls me tight into him and when I pull away, just to make sure, he smiles that smile that makes my whole body ache with desire, his eyes twinkling like universes exploding in the short distance between us.

“
I thought you’d never ask”, he says.

His look makes me moan with pleasure much more loudly than I mean to, and he has to pull me tight to him again just to make me stop. I’m so happy I could cry, so horny I might explode.

“
Here?” he asks.

I nod.

“
Naughty.”

“
Are you sure?” I moan.

“
Fuck, Lucy. When are you going to learn that when I tell you I want something, I don’t mess around.”

“
Ok.”

“
You’re shaking”, he says.

“
You’re making me shake.”

“
I might come sooner than normal if I know it’s for that.”

“
Does that turn you on?”

“
Let me show you.”

He peels his boxer shorts away from his throbbing cock, just low enough to let his balls escape, and standing there at the foot of my desk, ready to make me pregnant, disposed to fill me full of his virile seed, he looks like something out of one of my deepest, dirtiest fantasies.

It’s taken me a while to accept the fact the Alex Vann Haden is in love with me, it’s going to take even more to accept he wants to make a family with me too.

I take hold of his cock, which is as hard as steel, lift my legs up to balance them on the edge of my desk and pull him towards me. Alex and I fuck constantly, but I never once get bored. Every single time we go at it, he gives me something new and something I want desperately to come back for more of. I can’t go a day without having him inside me, a few hours without touching him and making sure he’s still there.

I part my panties, wet already with my juices and tease him up and down my slit, careful not to moan too loudly this time.

Alex lets me take control, his hands either exploring my hardening nipples or tugging gently at my hair or trying to get at my pussy, which I expressly forbid.

Alex kisses me passionately and every time he does so, I feel his cock head swell magnificently against my clit. I watch strands of pre-cum stick to my nub, mix with my own juices and form a web it delights me to see swing between us. Eventually, when I can’t take it anymore, I adjust my position slightly and slide him into me.

Alex and I have always fit together like a glove, and tonight is no different. I feel every single ridge, every vein, every nerve ending against mine, my body buzzing and shaking as though I’m no longer in control of it.

“
Baby?” Alex whispers.

I nod my head. “Fuck yes.”

Alex slides so deep I can feel heat rising up my back and climbing into my neck. I push back and almost scream with the intensity of it, so close already to orgasm, I have to pause for a moment and grit my teeth to hold on. With his hand cupped around the back of my neck, he tilts my head towards his and rests his forehead against mine.