BULL: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (56 page)

“Still there?” he asked me.

“Yep.”

After four rings, I was ready to give up when Trent answered.

“Dave,” he said. “What do you want?”

I felt another wave of anger, but I took deep breaths and kept myself under control. It wouldn’t help if I lost my shit again, not right then. I needed to keep myself centered.

“Trent, I have Cole Redson on the line.”

“Hi, Trent,” I grunted.

There was a surprised silence. “Well, uh, this is unexpected. What do you want, Cole?”

“Cole called me and set this up. I actually don’t know what’s happening. What can we do for you, Cole?” Dave added.

I could hear the worry in the manager’s voice, which didn’t surprise me.

“This is about the blackmail,” I said.

There was silence from the other two guys.

“What blackmail?” the manager said finally.

“Trent, we know it’s you. Stop the shit,” I said.

For a second, Trent didn’t respond. Dave started to say something but was cut off when Trent finally started to laugh.

That pissed me off. I had to lower the phone and close my eyes, working hard not to rage hard again.

“—such a mistake,” Trent was saying as I brought the phone back to my ear.

“Maybe I shouldn’t be here for this,” his manager said.

“Stay,” I grunted. “Trent, we need to finish this now.”

“What the fuck are you thinking, Cole? This is embarrassing. What are you even talking about, blackmail?”

“I have a deal for you,” I said.

He was silent for a second. “I’m listening.”

“If I win the match, you destroy every copy of those pictures you have and forget about your blackmail shit.”

“Why would I do any of that? Assuming I know what you’re talking about,” he said.

“Because if you win our match, I will quit fighting forever.”

There was more silence on the line. “That’s interesting,” he said.

“You’ll have destroyed me. You win the match and I’m fucking finished. You have the pictures and my fucking career in the palm of your hand.”

“Trent—” Dave the manager said.

“How do I know you’ll follow through?” Trent said, cutting him off.

“Dave is our witness. He’ll draw up contracts, do whatever legal shit he needs to do to make it real.” I paused for a second. “But I give you my word as a man that I’ll follow through.”

Trent was quiet for a second.

“I don’t think this is legal, like, at all,” Dave said.

“Shut up, Dave,” Trent said. “You serious about this, Cole?”

“Serious.”

“Okay,” he said finally. “Let’s do it.”

“Guys,” Dave the manager said, “I really don’t think I can be a part of this.”

“Dave, if you don’t fucking draw up some contracts to make this thing real, then I swear I will tell your wife about those strippers you fucked in Canada last year.”

Dave sputtered something noncommittal and surprised, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Dave?” Trent asked. “Your marriage or the contracts.”

“Fine,” Dave said.

“Classic move, Trent,” I said. “Blackmail seems to be your thing.”

“See you in the ring, shithead.”

There was a click.

“He hung up,” Dave said.

“I know. Email me the papers. I’ll send you the signed copies.” I paused. “You should consider dropping him as a client.”

I hung up and crossed my arms, leaning my head against the wall.

That was it. I was putting everything on the line for this fight. My relationships and my career hung in the balance. If I won, the blackmail was over, and I could have Alexa however I wanted her.

But if I lost, well, everything was finished. I wasn’t going to lose. I couldn’t lose. It just wasn’t in my fucking nature.

I tossed my phone back into my bag and began to clean up the basement, feeling lighter and happier than I had in a long time.

I
couldn’t believe
what Cole was willing to risk.

I had watched as Cole stormed out of my room, not sure what he was doing, but I knew he needed space. I was leaning against my headboard, flipping through Facebook, when he walked back into the room.

“It’s done,” he said, sitting down at my desk.

“What is?”

“Everything. The fight in a few days is going to fix everything.”

I put my phone down, raising an eyebrow. “What did you just do, Cole?”

His grin was huge and cocky. “Just had a little chat with Trent and his business manager.”

“No. Cole, what did you do?” I felt panic rising up inside me.

“Relax,” he said. “It’s all good. I didn’t threaten to murder him or anything like that.”

“Okay, that’s a start. What happened?”

“Well,” he said, stretching lazily, “I made a deal. If I win the fight, he gives me the pictures.”

I raised an eyebrow. “And if he wins?”

“I retire from fighting forever.”

I stared at him, my mouth dropped open. “You can’t risk that.”

“I already did.”

“No. Go back on the deal. I don’t care what you have to do, but don’t go through with this.”

“Sorry, wife,” he said, standing, “but his manager is drawing up the papers. It’s a done deal.”

He began to walk toward the door and I scrambled out of bed. “Cole!”

He looked back at me as I walked toward him. “You can’t stop this.”

I didn’t say a word. I just threw my arms around his neck and crushed my body against his. He seemed surprised until I kissed him, pressing my lips hard against his. For a second, he didn’t do anything, and then he grabbed my hips and pressed me against him, returning my kiss.

It was the first time I had thrown myself at him, and I loved it. The heady scent of his body filled my mind, and our lips pressed together. His muscles were hard and strong against my body, his towering frame practically engulfing mine.

Slowly I pulled my mouth away from his, but he didn’t let my hips go.

“Finally giving in to me?” he said softly.

“You wish,” I said. “Just trying to repay you.”

“For what?”

“For risking this. I know what fighting means to you.”

I could practically feel his smirk as he kissed my neck. “This is what family does.”

“We’re not family,” I said, practically by habit.

“No. You’re just my wife.”

I bit my lip as his hands began to roam my body. “For now, maybe.”

He laughed softly, a sweet and painful sound, as he kissed my ear. “You’re lucky to have me at all,” he said.

“Don’t be such an asshole,” I replied.

He pulled me even tighter against him. “Feel that?”

I nodded. His cock was completely hard against me, straining against his pants. Slowly I reached down and grabbed the outline, running my hand along its length. He grunted and chuckled slightly.

“That’s what you do to me,” he said. “Everything about you gets me fucking hard. Your smell, your tits, your smile, your voice. I want to fuck you until you scream my name, and I want to watch you come again and again.”

“Okay,” I said simply.

I slowly rolled my palm along his cock as he kissed me again, fervent and serious, his mouth exploring mine. I wanted him so badly, needed him in fact, needed him like I hadn’t before.

I realized something as his hands cupped my breasts and then pulled my shirt over my head. I realized I really was finally giving in to him. After everything, the blackmail, the confusion, I was finally giving in to my stepbrother, my husband.

Really, he was just Cole. Plain old Cole, the man that made me soaking wet every time he came around, the man with the incredibly body, the cocky smile, the swagger and the jokes. He was much too much and I wanted it all, every inch of him.

He unhooked my bra and I tugged at his shirt. “Make it even,” I said.

He grinned as he pulled it off, and then he pulled off his shorts, revealing his tight boxer briefs, his cock straining against the cotton.

“Your turn.”

I laughed as I pulled down my own pants, revealing the light pink thong. He grabbed me with one hand on my ass and pulled me back against him roughly.

“That’s what I wanted to see,” he said. His other hand slipped down the front of my panties and began to tease my clit. “A nice little pink thong. You don’t even know what you do to me.”

He squeezed my ass roughly as he continued to work my clit, and I kissed him, unable to respond. Waves of pleasure ran through me as he expertly worked my body. Every time he touched me he learned more about what I liked, and every time it got more incredible.

Finally he pulled his hand from my panties and pushed me toward the bed. I stumbled, laughing, as he followed me, practically bending me over the bed.

“Cole!” I said.

His hand was on my pussy then, stroking me softly, his other hand on my shoulder. He leaned over me, and I felt his cock against my ass.

“I can’t help myself,” he said. “I love seeing this tight little pussy and your round ass.”

I wiggled my hips back at him, smiling, as he continued to work my pussy. Suddenly, he moved back away, and I turned half around to see him pull off his underwear. His cock was hard, standing straight and thick, and I knew what I wanted right then.

I dropped down onto my knees in front of him. He grinned as I grabbed the base of his dick and licked him up toward the tip, teasing him. I never moved my eyes from his, and I could see how badly he wanted me to suck him, how badly he wanted my mouth wrapped around his cock.

After another second of teasing, I slipped his hard cock deep into my mouth. He grunted and wrapped his hands through my hair. “Fuck yes,” he said. “God, I love when you suck that cock.”

I began to work him like that, my lips sucking tight, my hand along his base. He grunted and pressed my head down, working his hips, fucking my mouth. I loved how he took control of everything, and I let him fuck my mouth. I wanted to make him feel it, even wanted to make him come. I’d love to see his thick white cum cover my full tits.

Instead, I continued to work him, sucking his cock hard and rolling my tongue along his length. He groaned as my saliva covered his cock and I took his full dick into my mouth, deep into my throat.

Finally I pulled back, and he moved me over onto the bed, practically tossing me onto my back. His hands confidently pulled off my panties, tossing them across the room. He spread my legs wide and began to lick at my click, working my spot.

I gripped the sheets and tried not to moan too loudly. His mouth moved in furious circles, his lips sucking, licking at my spot, rolling into my pussy and up along my clit, causing shivers to run along my back.

“You taste fucking delicious,” he said.

“Cole!” I moaned. “Don’t say that.”

“Can’t help it. I want to eat this pussy every day.”

He pulled back, grinning at me. I gasped and stared at him as he rooted around in his pants, pulling out a condom.

He moved back on top of me, kissing my breasts, his fingers sliding in and out of me.

“Say you want it,” he commanded.

“I want it.”

“Say you want my thick cock deep in your tight little cunt.”

“I want it. Please.” I couldn’t believe I was begging him, but that was what he drove me to. He brought me to the brink and then stepped back, staring into my eyes, promising even more if I just gave in to him.

And I wanted to give in to him. I wanted him to take what he wanted, to have me how he wanted.

He tore open the condom and rolled it down along his shaft. And then he was on top of me, my legs wrapped around his back as he slowly slid himself deep between my legs.

“Fuck,” I gasped as he filled me.

“Damn, Alex, your tight cunt never gets fucking old,” he whispered in my ear as he began to rock back and forth.

I pulled his hair and he grunted, smiling as he fucked me. I spread my legs wide, letting his thick cock fill my pussy up, sliding even deeper. He grabbed my hips and thrusted into me, and I felt my body grow hot as sweat rolled down his chest.

I bucked my hips back against his, working his cock as he fucked me rough and deep. Something was overtaking us, making us forget about everything; I knew it was him and his body. It was what he did to me every time we kissed, every time I let myself open to him.

And I didn’t want to give that up.

“I love these fucking tits,” he said, cupping them. “And working this pussy. How badly do you want me to fuck you hard?”

“I need it,” I said.

“I know you do.” He kissed my breasts, rocking back and rolling deep. “I know you need this cock to make you come.”

I grabbed his strong arms as he continued to thrust into me, working in and out, rolling up through my pussy.

Suddenly he pulled out, grabbed my hips, and spun me around. I gasped and laughed as he pushed my face down into the bed. I spread my legs wide for him as he gripped my hips and pushed himself deep inside me, thrusting in and out.

He fucked me hard like that, grabbing onto my hips, thrusting deeper and deeper. I kept my face against the comforter, biting into the fabric to keep from crying out. I had to be a little quiet or else risk our parents hearing us. He didn’t seem to mind one bit, though, as the slap of his skin against my ass rang out again and again.

He reached out, rubbing my clit as he slammed into me, grinding his cock deep between my legs. I rolled my hips as he grabbed my hair, pulling me back against him. His hands roamed my body, cupping my breasts, touching my clit, rubbing my nipples.

I rocked back against him, sliding up and down his cock, riding him backward. “I love fucking you from behind,” he said. “I love this ass bouncing on my cock.”

“Make me come,” I gasped, barely able to hold back. “I’m so fucking close.”

He pushed me forward again and began to thrust into me hard and rough. I could tell he wasn’t holding back, and I loved it. I took his thick cock as he thrusted deeper and deeper, pushing into me. I moaned with abandon, losing myself to the motion of his hips, of his body, of our sweat.

I felt it begin to build as he gripped my hips. “Come for me, wife,” he grunted. “Come on this dick.”

The sound of my ass against his body as he fucked me rougher, his strong hands gripping my hips, it all drove me crazy. I felt the orgasm start in my pussy and spread out in wild waves, causing my muscles to contract, my whole body to spasm.

“Cole,” I groaned, low and deep as I came. “Fuck me, Cole.”

“Shit, girl,” he grunted in response. I felt his cock slamming into me as I came, long and slow and deep, it rolling through my body like thunder.

And as it began to ebb and slow, he grunted. “Fuck,” he said. I felt him pull out of my pussy and heard the condom get ripped off.

I turned around as he jerked himself off. I watched as his thick cum covered my chest, shooting in thick ribbons all over my tits and nipples. I smiled as he came for me, low and hard.

And then it was over suddenly.

We lay there in the bed, panting together. The ferocity and the power of the orgasm all made me completely exhausted, even too tired to clean the cum from my chest. He helped with that, though, using his T-shirt.

“Holy shit,” I said.

“I know,” he replied. When he was finished cleaning me off, he lay down next to me.

We stayed like that for a while, covered in sweat, wrapped in each other’s bodies. I felt safe and right, like I was glowing.

* * *

F
ortunately
, our parents weren’t home or they were totally oblivious. Either way, we climbed into the shower together, letting the warm water soak us. He mainly held my hips against his, kissing me softly.

“We should talk,” I said.

“Nah,” he replied. “I’d rather just fuck you again.” His lips lingered on my throat.

“Later,” I said, smiling. “We should talk about this fight.”

“We don’t have to.”

“I can’t let you make this deal, Cole.”

“It’s okay, Alex. It’s already done.”

“What if you lose?”

He stopped and looked at me seriously. “I won’t lose.”

“How can you know? What if something happened?”

“I won’t lose,” he repeated, looking into my eyes.

And although I knew it was probably just his normal cocky, confident swagger, I believed him. Underneath all that arrogance, there was an extremely strong and competent man. He was a fighter and always would be. I had to believe in him.

“Still, how do we know Trent will follow through with all this?”

“His business manager is drawing up a contract. I’ll sign it, he’ll sign it, and we’ll be done.”

I nodded to myself. “Seems risky, though.”

“Alex.” I looked at him. “There’s nothing else in this world but risk. Sometimes you have to jump and just trust that you’ll land.”

I nodded slowly. “Okay. I trust you.”

“I know you do.” He kissed me again softly.

“This doesn’t mean you get to keep calling me ‘sis’ or ‘wife,’ you know,” I said when we stopped.

“Well, that’s just not true.”

I looked away, smiling to myself. “Try it and see what happens.”