BULL: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (54 page)

“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Oh fuck, Cole.”

I watched, thrusting rough and deep, as she began to come, her whole body tense, her tits rocking up and back. Her pink nipples were hard as fuck, and the way she groaned my name, over and over, as the orgasm overtook her was too much.

I felt my own orgasm come on, my cock exploding my cum hot and deep inside her as she rocked her hips, her back arched.

Together, drenched in sweat, we came and came hard. My head was buzzing with her smell as pleasure exploded through me, jolting every inch of me awake. It was like fire and lava and sea water mixing together, sending deep rivulets of steam rolling through my flesh. I came, heat and more heat, filling her, fucking her, taking her body, making her mine.

And then it slowly came to an end. I slipped myself from her and lay on my back, breathing deep and slow. She put her head on my chest and laughed.

“Wow,” was all she said.

“Yeah,” I grunted back.

For a few moments, my mind was blank. There was nothing but Alexa, her body, her body with mine.

* * *

A
s we got dressed
, she sighed and leaned up against the wall. “We should probably talk.”

“No need,” I grunted.

“About Madison.”

I shrugged. “Seems obvious. She’s the culprit. We confront her and this will end.”

“Might not end.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”

“She still has leverage.”

“Yeah, but we do too. I’m sure my mother has a file on her as thick as my thighs with plenty of dirt.”

“And how will you explain why you need something like that? If it even exists.”

I smirked at her. “It exists, trust me. My mother can be a fucking snake.”

Alexa nodded skeptically. “Yeah, well, maybe, but I’m not convinced.”

“I’ll handle Cindy,” I said.

“Fine. You can do that. But leave Madison to me.”

“You didn’t exactly do well with the last one.”

She shrugged. “Marla was a wild card, but I understand people like Madison. Trust me.”

I looked at her for a second. “I’m not sure if it’s because I had the best orgasm of my life in that tight pussy of yours or if I’m just an idiot, but okay. She’s all yours.”

Alexa gaped at me then laughed. “Best of your life?”

I grinned at her. “Don’t act like I didn’t make your sweet cunt feel things you didn’t know were possible.”

She smiled and looked away. “Maybe.”

Before I could reply, my phone began to ring. I walked over to my bag and fished it out, looking at the number.

Alexa was already walking upstairs. “Take it. See you later.”

I watched her disappear upstairs and then reluctantly took the call.

“What?” I said.

“Cole Redson?”

I paused. “Who’s this?”

“Cole, this is Mark Mayer. I represent Trent Cook.”

“Mark. You’re the manager.”

“Sure am. So as I’m sure you’ve heard by now. Trent wants a fight.”

I could feel the thrill run though me again. “I’m in.”

“Good,” Mark said. “Great. Two Saturdays from now?”

I paused again, frowning. That was incredibly short notice for a fight. Usually people took at least a month, more often two.

“Why the rush?” I asked.

“Personal reasons,” Mark said, brushing me off. “Think you can handle it?”

I should have told him to fuck himself and hung up the phone. But I wanted Trent, wanted him fucking bad I wanted to murder the fuck. Plus, I was still buzzing from Alexa’s pussy, from her ass, her mouth, every inch of her perfect body.

“Fine. Call my people. Make it official.”

“Good choice,” he said, sounding smug.

I hung up the phone and tossed it back into my bag.

I stretched, grunting. I was still floating from that orgasm. It felt like she had penetrated deep into my spine and flooded my system with endorphins. Over a year of imagining what it would be like to finally be deep inside her, fucking her rough and hard, making her sweat and beg, had finally come to a head.

And it was incredible. Fucking incredible. I was drunk on her pussy, drunk on her soaked cunt.

I fell back into my workout where I had left off earlier.

I couldn’t let myself slack, not now. Besides, she was just upstairs. I could have her when I wanted her, and then some.

M
y whole body
had felt like it was buzzing with fire and light for hours after I had finally slept with Cole for the first time.

It had been building up for so long. Because of that, part of me thought he could never live up to the mythical image of him I had in my head.

But the real thing was so much different and so much better than I could have guessed.

My mind was swimming with the events of the last few days as I woke up early the next morning, a dull and incredible ache between my legs. Cole had disappeared sometime after I went upstairs and hadn’t come home, but that didn’t bother me much. He seemed like the type of guy to do that from time to time, and I figured he needed to think as much as I did.

Things were so much more complicated now. I had thought that finally giving in to what I wanted would simplify everything, but I was completely wrong. I had gone downstairs fully intending to seduce Cole, and although it had worked, it didn’t have the desired effect. I wanted him off my mind so that I could focus on everything else, but instead his thick cock sliding in and out of me only made it so much worse.

I wanted him so bad. Even in the early morning, hours after I had last touched him, I could still feel his lips lingering against mine and hear his dirty grunts in my ear. He was filthy and borderline insulting, but it only made me so much wetter every time he opened his mouth.

I sighed again, stretched, and climbed out of bed. I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth and washed my face. I paused outside Cole’s room on the way downstairs but didn’t hear a sound.

It was Sunday morning, and so my father was sitting at the kitchen table drinking black coffee and reading the newspaper.

“Morning,” I said as I poured myself a mug.

“Morning, sweetie,” he said. “How’s it going?”

“Fine.” I sat down at the table across from him and folded my legs underneath me. How would he have felt if he knew about me and Cole? Would he be disappointed, angry?

“What are your plans for today?”

I shrugged, not sure. “Maybe go for a walk or something. Maybe see Lacey.”

“That’s a good idea. Nice day for it.”

“Yeah.” I sipped my coffee.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you . . .” He trailed off and looked away.

“What’s up, Dad?” I asked. He wasn’t usually so bashful.

“Well, I was wondering how things are going between you and Cindy and Cole.”

“Fine, I guess,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “I can’t say I see much of Cindy.”

“And what about Cole?”

“He’s okay. He’s always working out.”

“You were a big advocate for letting him stay.”

“Just didn’t seem right to throw him out,” I mumbled.

“That’s pretty good of you.”

“I guess. He’s family now, right?”

Dad nodded thoughtfully and looked at me for a quiet second before speaking. “I do want this to be a family, you know?”

I felt my heart begin to beat heavy in my chest. Dad wasn’t normally so sentimental or direct about this sort of thing; typically, he just didn’t talk about it. Did he somehow know something about me and Cole? There was no way he’d be so calm about it, but then again, things had been pretty weird lately.

“I understand,” I said slowly.

“Good. So I’d like it if you could do something for me.”

“Sure, Dad. What is it?”

“Have lunch with Cindy.”

I felt a huge weight fall from my shoulders.

“I know you don’t see her much,” he said, continuing, “but I’d love it if you got to know her, just a little bit.”

“Of course,” I said, laughing. “When?”

“Tomorrow?”

“Okay.”

“Great.” He grinned hugely. “That’s a relief.”

I stood up, sipping my coffee. “You know that I want this to work too, right, Dad?”

“Of course I do.”

“Good. Let me know the details later then.”

“Okay.”

I waved and walked off, back toward my room.

For some reason, I felt like I had dodged a bullet even though it was clear that he didn’t know anything about Cole and me. Even better, getting lunch tomorrow with Cindy meant that I’d have an opportunity to snoop around her office.

And an opportunity to confront Madison.

For a second, I considered calling up Lacey and inviting her in on the little scam. But Lacey was busy with her new bartender boyfriend, the same bartender from that Republic thing she had crashed for us. Besides, it might look a little weird if I bought her with me to a lunch with my stepmother.

I stopped outside Cole’s room and knocked. I heard a vague grunt from inside, and so I pushed open the door.

“Morning, Co—” I stopped short.

I stared at him as he turned around and grinned at me. “What’s up?”

He was standing by the window in nothing but a pair of tight black boxer briefs. I could see every bit of his muscles, every bulging spot, and his cock stood outlined by the tight fabric. I quickly looked away, embarrassed, though I wasn’t sure why. He had fucked me just the day before, and yet I felt strange walking in on him.

“Uh, just wanted to talk,” I mumbled.

“So talk,” he said.

“Can you put some clothes on?”

“No, thanks. Why don’t you undress, too?”

“My dad is downstairs.”

“Shut the door then.”

“Come to my room when you’re dressed,” I said and quickly shut the door, walking back to my own room.

I didn’t know why my heart was pounding or why I felt so nervous. Things should have been so much simpler, so much better. I should have gotten him out of my system.

Of course, it didn’t work that way.

He knocked a few minutes later. “Come in,” I said.

He walked in, shutting the door behind him. He was wearing a tight white T-shirt and a pair of gym shorts as he sat down at the edge of my bed. I was sitting propped up with pillows, sipping coffee and looking at my laptop. I shut the lid as he looked at me.

“What’s up, sis?” he said, smirking.

“Stop calling me that,” I said. “Especially after . . .” I trailed off, not sure how to say it.

“After I fucked you? After I gave you the best orgasm you’ve ever had? After I licked and sucked and fucked your tight pussy until you moaned my name?”

I blushed a deep, scarlet red. “Yes. That.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “I don’t know how you’re still so embarrassed.”

“Look, I want to talk about Madison.”

“Who?”

“Madison,” I said, frustrated. “The assistant. Our blackmailer.”

“Oh, her,” he said. “Sorry. I was distracted by the memory of my lips on those hard little nipples of yours.”

“Cut it out,” I said, swatting at him.

He crawled up into bed next to me, grinning the whole time. “Or what?”

“Or I’ll throw you onto the ground.”

“I’d love to see you try.”

“This is serious, okay?”

He pretended to put on a serious face. “Okay, serious time.”

“I’m getting lunch with your mom tomorrow.”

His expression got dire. “That is really serious.”

I laughed, pushing him. He was like a brick wall. A warm, muscular, too-fucking-sexy brick wall. “Stop, asshole.”

“Okay, fine. You’re getting lunch with Cindy. So what?”

“So, I’ll be at her office and will have the chance to talk to her assistant.”

He nodded, understanding. “Okay then. I trust you.”

I stared for a second. “Seriously, that’s it?”

“Sure. That’s it.”

“You’re not going to tell me how you’ll take care of it, how my way is the wrong way, all that crap?”

He grinned at me, shaking his head. “Nope.”

I blinked, a little surprised. I had expected him to put up a fight, maybe be a little difficult. “Huh. Okay then.”

He leaned toward me. “That all?”

“Cole.” I put my hands on his chest.

“What? I just want to get to the good part now.”

“No. My dad is right downstairs.”

“If you can be quiet, we’ll be fine,” he said softly.

I bit my lip as he looked into my eyes. I knew what he wanted, and my soaking wet pussy wanted it too. His hands suddenly found my breasts, cupping them, as his lips grazed my neck.

“Where did you go last night?” I gasped.

“Gym. Have to train,” he said as he kissed up along my chin and ear, his right hand slowly roaming down along my body.

“Train for what?”

“Big fight soon, with that guy Trent.”

I bit my lip, stifling a moan as his fingers slipped underneath my panties and found my soaked clit, gently pressing and rolling. I grabbed on to his strong arms, gripping him tightly.

“Good. Just be nice and quiet,” he whispered. “Let me do the work.”

He crushed my mouth with his, kissing me deeply. I let out a soft moan into his lips as his fingers worked my clit and slid inside me. I arched my back as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me.

And then I heard a knock at the door.

“Sweetie?” my dad said. “You in there?”

“Shit,” I whispered.

Cole bit his lip, trying not to laugh as he got off me.

“Hide,” I mouthed.

He gave me a huge grin as he walked right up to the door. I thought he was about to open it, but he pressed himself up against the wall instead.

“Coming,” I said.

“Yeah you are,” Cole mouthed.

I opened the door. “Hey, Dad.”

“Hi, sweetie. So, tomorrow at one o’clock. Meet at her office. Try and get there a little early.”

“Okay. Sounds good.” I wondered if he could smell sex on me and knew what I wanted. Cole was standing inches away from me, making faces the whole time.

“Let me know if you need anything.” He paused, and all I wanted was for him to walk away.
Don’t look at the crack. You’ll see Cole
, I thought.

“Okay,” I said.

“Thanks again for this, sweetie. Please try and get along with her.”

“I will, Dad.”

“Okay.” He turned and walked back down the hall.

I waited until he disappeared down the steps and then closed the door.

“Close one,” Cole said, stretching.

“You ass,” I replied, storming back to my bed. “You could have been a little more subtle about that.”

“Why?” he said, laughing. “That was too much fun.”

“Whatever,” I muttered. “Get out of here. We can’t risk that again.”

“You sure?” he said softly, coming toward the bed. I could see his hard cock through his loose gym shorts.

“I’m sure.”

He gave me a long look and laughed again. “Your loss, princess.”

“Whatever,” I mumbled as he turned and left my room.

As soon as he was gone, I let out a deep breath. I was so frustrated, especially with the built-up tension. I slowly slipped my hand beneath my panties and thought about the day before, about Cole’s muscles and thick cock.

I got myself off, dreaming of my husband, my stepbrother, my biggest problem.

* * *

I
hadn’t been
to Dad’s office, not since Cindy’s company had bought his. It was a huge downtown thing, a sprawling glass enclosure with lots of natural lighting, art installations, and an open office setting.

It was everything the modern tech company was supposed to be and more. People walked around in casual clothing, barely looking older than I was, and everyone seemed thrilled to be there. I saw guys and girls sitting on beanbag chairs in conference rooms, eating free food in a huge cafeteria, even working out in the gym. As I wandered around, nobody bothered me, either because I looked like I fit in or because people knew that I was Cindy’s stepdaughter.

I showed up at the office an hour early and simply looked around. It was unbelievable that anyone could work in a place like that, but I was watching people do it, and happily. It was what contemporary work was supposed to be, the total opposite of the drab office setting. There were colors and lights and lightness, and people didn’t seem so beaten down, so tired of life like they did in other offices.

As I stood in front of an enormous painting of children playing baseball, I heard heels clacking on the marble floor, coming toward me. As far as I could tell, most women wore flats and casual clothes, and so I was a little surprised to hear heels. I looked up and that was when I saw her.

Madison was walking toward me. I knew she would scoop me up eventually and take me to Cindy, but still. I had to take deep, calm breaths to keep from screaming at the horrible bitch.

She was exactly how I remembered her: prim, uptight, and serious. Her hair was pulled back into a tight, neat bun, and she wore stylish and expensive clothes. She smiled but without warmth, without joy. I wondered how she fit in with everyone else and realized that she probably didn’t.

“Alexa,” she said, stopping in front of me. “I’m Madison, Cindy’s assistant.”

“I know,” I said. “I remember you from the benefit.”

She looked at me for a second. “Yes, I saw you there. That’s right.”

We shook hands, though I didn’t want to touch her one bit. I wanted to throw her through a window, actually, and I realized that I needed to reign myself in. It wasn’t the time to make a move, not just yet.

I had a plan. It relied on surprise and intimidation, but I thought I could make it work.