Off the Field: Bad Boy Sports Romance (12 page)

If nothing else, I hoped I would be able to raise a little money. Anything would be better than the public defender assigned to him. I clicked refresh on the page to see if by some weird miracle anyone had donated already. A row of lonely zeros were displayed at the top of the page. I sighed, closed the lap top lid, and went to the couch to sleep. It wasn’t as comfortable as his bed, but I didn’t deserve to be comfortable.

Cory

I sat back in my chair and stared at the dumb ass attorney who’d been assigned to me. He looked back at me as if I was the idiot in the room.

“All you have to do is say you shot him because of your stepsister. She might do a little time for the drug dealing that was going on in that house, but she’ll most likely do no more than six to twelve months. On the other hand, you’re looking at thirty years to life.”

“That’s bullshit. I didn’t do it. How many times do I need to tell you that?”

“Hey, there’s no need to yell at me. I’m trying to help you.”

“No, you’re not. If you were any good at being a lawyer, you’d have clients of your own instead of representing people like me for free.”

“Just say it was her. The judge might be lenient.”

“Might?” I shook my head from side to side, anger rising.

“That’s your only options. If I were you, I’d take the one that made more sense logically.”

“Well, you’re not me. So fuck off.”

“Are you relieving me of my services?”

“No. Do you think I’d be using you if I could afford another attorney? I’m a college student.”

He gathered his papers and put them into a manila folder. “Think about it. Call me if you’re ready to plead guilty.”

“Sure. Thanks.”

When he was gone, a guard led me back to my cell. Time passed. I fell into a routine, one forced on me. The only law was that time had to pass. Eventually, I would have my day in court. Until that point, I had to acclimate to jail life. After taking out the punk in the cafeteria with one punch to the jaw, I didn’t have too many problems with people stepping up to me.

The public defender continued to try to get me to plead guilty even though I told him I didn’t shoot Mack. With the prosecution’s star witness, the lady I didn’t know, I didn’t have much hope. Unfortunately, hope is one of the most important commodities behind bars. While it couldn’t be passed from person to person, hope made it easier to survive day to day.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Ten days after I got arrested, Heidi came to see me again. She looked different this time as I sat down across the glass from her. I picked up the phone, wanting so bad to hear her voice. Being locked up had helped me realize what was important in life. I would have rather learned the lesson another way, but I tried to look at the bright side as often as possible.

“Cory, I have good news.”

“What? Did she recant her story finally?”

“No, I have a plan to get you out of here.”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t try to break me out, okay? We don’t need you in here.”

“I’m being serious. I need a list of your friends’ email addresses from college. Can you get that to me?”

“It’s on my laptop.”

“Can you give me your email password so I can get it?”

“Why?”

“I can’t say yet, but it’s good. Trust me.”

“It’s zero-nine-dash-one-two-eight-five-dee-eee-eee…”

“That’s my birthday and nickname,” she said.

I nodded. “I wasn’t lying when I said I thought about you a lot.”

“I’m going to go. Stay strong, okay? I’m going to get you out of here.”

“You stay strong too,” I said.

She hung up the phone then waved. When she was gone from the room, I stood up and let a guard take me back to my cellblock. Everyone was in the common area because it was in middle of the afternoon. I still headed straight to my cell. To make it through, I stayed out of everything as much as possible. I kept thinking that the woman would recant and tell the truth. Or that I’d wake up to find it was all a bad dream. Unfortunately, neither happened.

Heidi

Once I contacted a few of Cory’s friends on his email contact list to let them know about my FundrStartr page, it quickly went viral. A week after starting it, I had a country music singer from Nashville interested in performing my song if he could come up with the music and have some rights to the song. A nice sum of money was involved.

I signed a contract with him and had five thousand dollars in my bank account a few days later. Even better, a lot of people who’d spent time with Cory in college donated money. Some amounts were smaller than others, but it all added up really quick. Two weeks after putting up the page, over ten thousand dollars in donations had come in as it finished.

As soon as the money hit my bank account, I hired an attorney. Some of the hefty retainer I paid him went to a private investigator. I told him everything I knew about Mack and his friends. A day after hiring him, he had the witness on tape admitting she made up her story for fifty dollars from the people who had really shot Mack.

She was upset they hadn’t given her more money, especially after she heard someone had taken ten grand from him. With her cooperation, Cory was immediately released from jail with all charges dropped. The attorney wanted us to sue the city and county for false imprisonment, but we passed. My song was going viral online. Wherever I clicked, I saw a reference to “Break Free Dearest Stepbrother.”

“I can’t believe I’m out,” he said as we sat on his couch in his apartment.

“Me either. We got lucky.”

“Fuck that. You got me out by writing that song. How the hell did you do that? I never knew you could write.”

“I’ve written my thoughts down my whole life, but I never thought of it as something that could make money. After getting back from seeing you in jail, it all just spilled out of me. I can’t believe I got Bart Mathews to sing it.”

“Right? It sounds amazing.” He turned to me. “You’re amazing, Heidi. Thank you.”

“It was my fault you were in there…”

“Stop that, okay. It’s over. We need to start fresh.”

“Like fresh out of a shower?” I teased.

When I turned to look at him, he blushed.

“About that…”

“How’s it feel to be a free man?” I interrupted, trying to change the subject.

“Honestly, I’m not free if I keep lying.”

“What do you mean?” Did he really shoot Mack?

“I was serious, Heidi. I’ve loved you for a long time now.”

“Shhh.” I put my finger to my lips.

Slowly, I slid across the couch toward him. Before he could say another word, I kissed him on the lips. The moment was electric, something I’d dreamed about many times while lying in bed at night. His hands held my waist as we continued to kiss. It was even better than I’d imagined it would be. He pulled my shirt up. I held my hands over my head and let him take it off.

We kissed again, his hands massaging my breasts. All my fantasies were about to come true. I had money in the bank left over after paying the attorney as well as the start of a career as a songwriter. My Break Free Dearest Stepbrother song was played over five million times online on various websites. Even more important, my stepbrother loved me.

He stood up and held his hand out. I put mine in his, and he helped me to my feet. Once in his bedroom, we stripped off the rest of our clothes. Neither of us were rushed. We had the rest of our lives in front of us. Part of me wondered why I’d waited so long to act on my feelings for my stepbrother. More importantly, other parts of me were getting moist.

When we were both completely naked, he moved forward and took me in his arms again. His hard, sculpted chest pressed against my heaving breasts. As our lips and tongues danced and played, he slipped his hand lower, cupping my ass. A moment later, he moved forward, causing me to sit down on the edge of the bed. My first reaction was to scoot back, but he placed his hands on my thighs, stopping me.

As he looked deep into my eyes, I felt my heart beat faster in my chest. My mind went blank as he got to his knees in front of me. His powerful hands spread my legs apart as he kissed one inner thigh then the other. With each kiss, he got closer and closer to my pussy. When his lips finally brushed my delicate, pink folds, I moaned, arching my back and pressing my slit against his willing face.

His tongue emerged, teasing every inch of my skin. I ran my hands through his hair, begging him to go faster. He looked up at me a moment as I leaned up on my elbows to look down at his beautiful face. Pleasure pulsed through my body as he lowered his head and got back to work licking and kissing me. I didn’t think it could get any better, but then he slipped a finger inside me up to his knuckle.

I moaned again, bucking my hips so the finger would penetrate me deeper. He sensed the power he had over me and teased me, pulling his finger all the way out. Before I could complain, he placed it in again, this time pushing it in a little further into my wet and willing hole. At the same time, his tongue pressed against my clitoris, teasing it too.

“Fuck me,” I begged, wanting more of him.

After a few more licks, he pulled his finger out and stood up in front of me. His hard cock swayed back and forth before he grabbed it at the base with his right hand. We made eye contact as he guided the giant mushroom head to the entrance of my pussy. With a quick thrust, the tip pressed in. I groaned in pleasure, wanting even more.

Everything else in the universe ceased to exist as he penetrated me completely. I wrapped my hands around his back, pulling him close as he finally stopped. Just as slowly, he pulled his cock out but not all the way. The next thrust was quicker. We soon had a good rhythm built up, as if we’d been fucking each other for years. His skin rubbing against mine while he fucked me harder and faster.

The bed creaked as he picked up speed. How long has it been since he’s fucked anyone? I thought. Two thrusts later, he grunted and stopped thrusting in and out quickly. His cock throbbed deep inside me as I watched a look of pleasure wash over his face. He looked down at me guiltily. I smiled to let him know it was okay. We’d have many more nights together.

“Did you come?”

I shook my head from side to side, not wanting to lie to him. “It’s okay. Really.”

He pulled out of me. Before I could say anything else, he returned to the floor between my legs. With his hands under my hips holding me up a little, he descended on my pussy, lapping like a camel at an oasis. I wasn’t sure if the idea of eating my creampie was something that turned him on or he just wanted to make me feel good, but to be honest, I didn’t care.

I grabbed his hair and pulled his head into my pussy. He licked, sucked, and kissed my sensitive flesh. When he slipped two fingers in and wiggled them around, I moaned, close to my own orgasm. Mack had never been able to get me to come, which should have told me a lot. Thoughts of him and everything else left my mind. All I could concentrate on was his tongue sliding over my pink flesh.

My orgasm arrived with flourish. I arched my back, pushing my pussy into his face as I screamed out in pleasure. He removed his fingers and looked up at me. A mixture of his own juices and mine wet his face. The smile he wore and the look in his eyes in that moment was something I would never forget. I laughed as my body tingled and I tried to catch my breath.

After he stood up, he joined me on the bed to enjoy the afterglow. My stepbrother is a freak. I would’ve never guessed it, I thought to myself. It was a good thing, like icing on the cake. Not only had I found a man who loved me for me, I had an exciting new career as a songwriter in front of me. Great sex was almost too much. Part of me feared it was all just a dream.

We were together for the rest of our lives after that night. All that we’d been through just served to make our relationship stronger. If we could survive what happened, we’d be able to weather any storm that came our way. With the rest of the money I got from writing my song – not to mention the ten grand from Mack - he was able to finish college without having to work.

Our parents eventually found out, but they learned to accept it when they finally understood how much Cory and I meant to each other. He was a great lover, but even more important, he was a good boyfriend. After a year together, we got married, cementing the deal for the rest of our lives. Two children and a house in the suburbs made me the happiest woman in the world.

When I was younger, I had wanted to party and have fun all the time, but my life was different. Cory helped me realize what was really important in life – love. I loved him. He loved me. We both loved our children. Our lives weren’t perfect by any means. Still, whenever I stepped back and looked at the big picture, I realized my life was blessed.

Nikki the Sitter

Nikki a Sitter No More

Everyone else in the house was asleep as I sat in the living room and waited for Mr. Cary to arrive. George and Anne, his children, were safely upstairs. A form fitting dress was draped over the back of the couch. It was definitely white and not blue or gold. I giggled to myself nervously. My plan was to tell him that after two years, I couldn’t be his babysitter any longer.