Offside: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (46 page)

I was hoping I’d hate him, but I was wrong. The trouble is, I have a feeling I love him, or at least I have the potential to love him, which is a ridiculous thing to say considering we’ve spent four days with each other, and a dangerous thing to admit to, either internally or to anyone else. If that really is the case, I have to tread carefully, and play this right.

Landon is part of the family now, which means any potential sexual relationship between us has its complications, but isn’t impossible. There are difficulties that will need to be worked around, thought about, put in place when the moment arises and arguably, he stands to lose more than I do if that were ever on the cards, which might lead to a lot more reluctance to engage in one.

We can do nothing but address each issue as the time comes, and the issue I need to address right now is how Landon and I can fuck each other again, without me demonstrating that I need him, without feeling like I’m falling in love with him, and, most importantly, without falling that little bit too far to make the journey back heart breaking, if I have to take it.

“You took your time.”

Landon does not look impressed, but I get the feeling he’s putting it on. He’s still looking at me, even though he’s pretending not to.

“Thought I’d let you have a bit of alone time first so you could gather your thoughts.”

“How considerate.”

“I told you, I’m always thinking about others.”

“I needed you to put my sunscreen on.”

“Well why didn’t you come back in and say?”

I hold the bottle out to him, which makes it harder for him to refuse, and sort of ignore his question at the same time.

“I can’t reach my back, and seeing as you’re already acquainted with it.”

Landon comes over and takes the bottle. I can see he feels obliged and doesn’t like it one bit. When he sits down on the edge of the lounger I feel my tummy squirm. He may have softened a little bit, but he’s still thicker than most and so obvious in the shorts he’s wearing. I feel horny knowing he’s about to put his hands on me, especially because neither one of us will know what it might lead to. On one hand I’m just asking him to apply a bit of sunscreen, on the other, I’m as horny as hell and desperate to have him fuck me again, but super keen not to show it. The sexual tension is driving me crazy, but I love it. I love knowing that Landon wants me and I love holding the cards and deciding if and when he gets it.

I spin over so he can get to my back, making sure my summer dress is loose at the top so he can slide his hands right in under the fabric.

“You might have to take your dress off again if you want me to do it properly.”

Landon lifts my hair up and sets it to one side, before running his hands out across my shoulder blades, up to my neck and then down a little further, under my dress and towards my bum as far as he can reach.

“I don’t want to get lotion all over the fabric.”

“Just don’t go that low.”

“You don’t want an all over tan?”

His hands on me feel incredible, and I knew they would.

“You think it would suit me?”

“I think taking your dress off would suit you.”

“I think taking my dress off would suit you.”

“I think it would suit us both.”

Landon pauses to put more sunscreen in his palm, which he works around the left side of my back.

“I wouldn’t want to overdo it.”

“I don’t think there’s any chance of that.”

He moves from my back to my arms, massaging my upper arm and interlocking his fingers into mine to push my palms back. It feels great, and embarrassingly, I can’t help but moan a little.

“Where did you learn to do that?”

“I’m not just your average football jock.”

“I know that already. You’re an average underwear model too.”

“You want me to do your legs?”

“Are you asking for permission?”

“I thought I better had.”

“Just in case I refuse?”

“You know you’re turning me on.”

“Do all simple actions turn you on, Landon?”

“They might do with you.”

“Maybe you ought to put cold water in that jacuzzi before you get into it.”

“I wasn’t going to get into it at all.”

Landon lifts my dress up over my panties to flatten against my back. He begins at my ankles, pulling my legs apart so he can get more easily at the flesh there. Simple strokes run fingers over my skin, a delicate pin point of pressure shooting bolts of pleasure through the rest of my body. From here I know he’ll be able to see my form. I know he’s seen it once already, but I let him get at it then, this is a different matter entirely. This is seeing the Christmas present before he knows when he can open it. Seeing the toy before he’s given permission to play with it.

“So, you did only come out here to massage me.”

“I’m putting on sunscreen, just so you don’t get confused.”

His hands creep up past my knee, teasing their way towards my inner thigh, before they retreat again, back to the tender flesh of my calf muscle.

“And you’re doing it so well, I won’t need to reapply it.”

“You might if you join me in the jacuzzi.”

“I thought you weren’t going to get in it.”

“That depends on how sweaty I get.”

“And what were you planning on doing exactly?”

His hands sweep towards my inner thigh again, one unbroken movement that whooshes them past my knee from my ankle. This time I feel his finger brush the edge of my panties and I have to concentrate hard not to show it affecting me.

“I was going to do a workout based on one single repeated action.”

He’s at the edge of my panties again, so close I can feel the heat of his hands in my pussy, and I know he’ll be able to feel the heat of my pussy against his hands. He whips them away before I get time to really enjoy it.

“Sounds like a lot of fun.”

“Oh, it is. You can join me if you like, I might even let you hold my balls.”

I don’t get time to respond, before Landon takes his hands away from me and stands back up. I don’t even get one last cheeky squeeze of my inner thigh. I guess I deserve that.

“You’re done.”

“Are you sure I’m completely covered?”

My pussy is fizzing, and I would love him to put his hands back on me. He’s hard, but I don’t want to point it out in case it gives him the wrong idea. The thing is, I’d love to have him fuck me right now. I’d love to have him put that enormous cock anywhere in my body. I’m not going to ask, and he knows I’m not either, which is why he’s not doing anything about it. It’s why he’s stopped mid massage, my pussy wet and his dick equally throbbing. It’s stalemate. It’s about who wants it the most and who can resist the longest. It’s sexual tension city and Landon and I are two runaway trains on course to crash at the main train station. It’s brilliant and awful all in one go, and I’m loving every minute of it.

“Oh, you’re covered alright. I made sure of that. The sun is just going to rebound off you.”

Well played, Landon. I have to admire him for that. Not only for showing resistance but for being intelligent enough to play the game. He’s just upped the stakes, and made me want him even more, which makes what happens from now on, even more dangerous.

I side eye him as he removes his T-shirt, secretly hoping he’s going to remove his board shorts too, which he doesn’t, of course.

“Going so soon?”

“I’ll be close by. You can entertain yourself with the view, I’ve heard it’s absolutely stunning.”

I hold up the bottle of sunscreen, my last trump card.

“You don’t want me to return the favor?”

Landon smiles. “I don’t burn so easily. Maybe you can just give me the massage part when I’m done.”

Not only has he left me throbbing, he’s also stuck the ball firmly back into my court. Ass-hole. I watch him toss a bunch of footballs down to the end of the garden, each one to a different spot, before he jogs after each one and repeats the action by throwing them back towards me.

Even though I’m supposed to be letting the sun get to my back, I find I can’t take my eyes off him, or his balls actually, especially when they are coming towards me so quickly I think I’m going to have to dodge out of the way, before each and every one, every single time, thuds against the foot of the decking so accurately he couldn’t do better with a programmed machine.

I watch him do this about half a dozen times, his bronzed skin sparkling in the sunshine and sweat building up across his forehead, his muscles tensing across his whole body and mine tensing so much too, I feel like I’m going to explode with excitement.

I already know he’s an incredible athlete, I mean I’ve seen him perform so many times it’s almost embarrassing, but seeing it so close up, really brings it home. I could watch this all day and not get bored of it, especially if it was always a private performance.

I know what this is. I know he’s doing this to get me excited, and although I don’t want to admit it, it’s totally working. Landon always looks hot, but right now, he looks absolutely unstoppable. I want that smoking hot strip of man flesh to show me what he can really do with his balls, and I want it now. I can’t resist any longer. He’s done it, he’s beaten me. He’s won.

My mouth is open to shout to him, the words are halfway out and I’m so overwhelmed by what I know I need to do before I lose my moment of courage, that I must misinterprete the sound, or just not hear it at all.

“There you both are.”

Landon freezes, while I turn so suddenly to see what I hope isn’t there, I tip the sunlounger and splutter spectacularly onto the decking. Marvin has just about enough time to duck, before the football whizzes past him and crashes through the french windows.

My heart drops. I know Landon’s will have done too. This is bullshit. Marvin is supposed to be ill, but he doesn’t look it. He looks normal, better than normal in fact. They are supposed to be in hospital in New York, not here, fucking up my moment. How the hell did they get here anyway?

“Fuck.”

Mom frowns at me.

“Tilly, language.”

There is a moment of absolute silence, before Marvin gathers himself enough to speak.

“I guess you weren’t expecting us.”

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I knew it. I knew we’d run out of time, or miss our opportunity or whatever. Tilly’s eyeballing me so obviously across the room I’m surprised Rachel and Dad don’t pick up on it. She was about to fold as well, even though I know she’ll never admit it, one hundred percent she was about to beg me for it.

I guess in some way we got lucky. If Dad had rocked up even fifteen minutes later, he would have caught us at it, because there is no doubt in my mind that Tilly would have been launching herself at me as soon as I dropped my sweaty body into that jacuzzi. She was wet as soon as I started rubbing sunscreen on her tender skin.

“Well?”

Dad looks like a completely different person. Whatever they did to him has clearly worked, perhaps a little bit too well.

“A bug.”

“A bug? What kind of bug?”

“Just a bug. They didn’t really know much more than that, other than it wasn’t serious.”

“Serious? You looked half dead when they loaded you up onto the ambulance.”

“I know, right? I was in bad shape, that’s for sure. Thank you for organizing that by the way.”

Tilly looks just as pissed off as I do. I doubt this is the welcome back party they were expecting us to give them, even though they don’t seem to be picking up on it.

“And that’s it. One minute you’re puking your guts up all over the place, the next you’re better than normal?”

“Well, no, not exactly. They gave me some drugs, which worked, and then after an hour or so I felt so much better there didn’t seem any point in staying.”

“We tried to call but couldn’t get through, obviously.”

My eyes go to Rachel momentarily. She looks tired and can’t have slept much more than I have.

“And the ambulance brought us back here.”

“The private ambulance brought you back here?”

“He said it would be covered in the insurance. I knew you wouldn’t mind. So here we are.”

“Why didn’t you just stay in the hospital? You were pretty bad after all, and the last thing you want is it happening again.”

Good question, Tilly.

“Marvin doesn’t like hospitals. Besides which, once we knew it wasn’t something fatal, we figured there was no better place than here, with you guys.”

“Right. At least an hour from the nearest decent hospital, just in case it happens again. Makes perfect sense.”

Tilly nods enthusiastically.

“We would have been alright without you. Landon was even going to cook.”

“I can see.”

Rachel indicates the smashed window, which has been hastily fixed in the interim with cardboard and tape.

“I thought you were supposed to be good at throwing a ball.”

“I got distracted.”

“And clothes all over the place, Tilly? It’s a good job we came back.”

It’s a good job you didn’t come back fifteen minutes later and you really would have seen clothes all over the place.

“So, a bug?”

“That’s what they said.”

“How did you get it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Is it contagious?”

“If it was contagious, we’d all already have it. It was a twenty four hour thing, clearly. You can see your Dad’s much better than he was last night.”

“It’s not even a twenty four hour thing. Twenty four hour things take twenty four hours.”

“I’m still not a hundred percent, but I’m definitely on the way there. They’ve given me some medication to take for a couple of days, and told me I have to take it easy.”

“Which means no long walks out in the sun.”

Tilly and I look at each other in horror.

“Three days inside is going to kill you, Marvin. Especially with all this nature surrounding us.”

Rachel decides to respond to that conundrum herself.

“We don’t want a repeat of what happened last night.”

“Maybe it wasn’t as serious as you made out.”

“I thought he was going to die.”

“Rachel, please. Can we just move on. I was a little unwell, but thankfully it’s nothing serious. Thanks to Landon I’m back here in much less time than I thought I would be. Imagine if we’d stayed in that first hospital. I’d still be waiting for them to do some tests on me. As soon as they got me in the ambulance I was already feeling better.”