Rooster: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (31 page)

“You want to kiss me, I can see it.”

“I want to not kiss you even more.”

“How long do you think you can hold out?”

“As long as I need to.”

“You know, the ball’s in your court now.”

“Don’t tell me the world famous lothario is giving up so easily.”

Alex splashes me and I splash him back.

“Not giving up, just waiting for the right moment”, he says.

“Then that’s both of us.”

“You look sexy when you’re trying to avoid admitting you like me.”

That makes me laugh. I splash water on Alex and he turns to swim away, his cute little ass breaking the surface for a moment.

“Just so you know, I’m not the
fuck them and leave them
kind of guy. I know that’s what you’re scared of.”

“I’m not scared of fucking you and leaving you”, I say.

“You’re an idiot.”

I can’t believe I’m even thinking this. Maybe the sun’s got to my brain and addled it.

“If we fuck, which is definitely not on the cards by any means, but if we do end up fucking, you and I, I want to know it means something to you”, I say.

“I guess you won’t really know until we do it.”

“And I’m not the kind of girl who lets a guy in easily.”

“I can see.”

“You don’t deserve it.”

“You’re way too serious about making sure of that.”

“Sometimes not getting what you want is a good life lesson.”

“I’ve already had five years to think that over.”

“Then a little while longer won’t make much difference.”

“I knew you’d be hard work.”

“But worth it.”

Alex is getting closer and I have to push water towards him to make sure he keeps his distance.

“Kiss me”, he says.

I shake my head again and gain distance. Refusing him is almost as fun as giving in would be. It’s certainly having the desired effect. I’m going to push him right to the limit and then just when he’s on the edge and about to fall, that’s when I’m going to give in. I know myself well enough to know I already will.

We swim around each other, the atmosphere thick with sexual tension, neither one quite sure what to say. I watch those eyes, those biceps, that blurred thickness below the water and I know he watches me watch and watches my body too, his smile too difficult to hide.

He’s genuinely happy I’m here and for a guy that has essentially made a career out of making sure he doesn’t smile to keep his bad boy rep, this is completely unexpected. I’m happy too, I can’t deny that. I’m still in shock that this is all happening, especially with Alex Vann Haden, but that doesn’t mean I’m not able to appreciate it.

Not even two days in and he’s winning me over, which is bad because I’m the kind of girl that when she falls, falls hard. That’s part of the reason I’m holding myself back. The other part because this is AVH.

This is the boy of my dreams turned into a man I can’t fault, no matter how hard I’m trying to find them. He’s right so far. Cocky, arrogant, full of himself womanizer, that’s all for show. With me, so far at least, I haven’t seen his flaws. Which means that this man is dangerous, and this situation is very precarious indeed. Fuck. Very much, oh fuck. I can see it happening and I don’t know whether they’ll be much I can do to avoid it. Prolong it maybe, but avoid it, no chance.

“Close your eyes.”

Alex closes his eyes.

“Close them properly.”

Alex closes them properly.

“Now make a wish.”

Giggling, I swim up to Alex, get my lips as close to his as I can without them actually touching, close enough to feel the heat from his thicken mine, close enough to feel his heartbeat and blood run through his veins and thicken other parts of his body, close enough to feel my whole body tingle and almost too close to stop, before I drop into the water, get a stolen eye full of his swollen manhood and make it quickly back to the boat.

What the body can’t have, the heart desires even more, and believe me, even though that was as tricky as hell, I am almost a hundred percent sure it will be worth it.

I’m back on the boat before Alex opens his eyes again, my pussy tingling and my pulse racing. He smiles, complicit in the game, happy I’ve pushed it that far to tease him.

“You’ll regret that.”

“Oh?”

I lean over the edge to watch him swim towards the boat, his board shorts in my hands, ready to drop into the water for him.

“When you really can’t resist me, I might have to refuse”, he says.

“You, refuse? I don’t think so.”

“You might be surprised.”

“I’m willing to risk it.”

“Carry on, I might begin to think you’re flirting with me.”

“Nobody’s died from flirting, I think you’ll be alright.”

I drop the board shorts into the water and turn away from him, heart still racing like crazy. Pretend I’m not interested and he’ll want me more. Even though this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done it’s definitely worth it. Even if only for that cock. I mean, I know it was under cold water but still, fuck me.

Alex climbs aboard, much more gracefully than I managed, and I used the steps. He sits opposite from me, a strawberry placed between his lips, his eyes fixed on me intensely while water pools at his feet.

“What?” I say.

“Just thinking about how I can get you back.”

“Let’s just keep this professional shall we, we’re two days in and I’ve hardly got any material yet.”

“Professional?”

“Exactly.”

Alex nods. “Like diving underwater to look at my cock?”

I’m as red as a beetroot in seconds, like someone’s just pushed a button on the back of my neck.

“I can’t help it if it’s so big I can hardly see anything else.”

He’s trying to hold that intense gaze without smiling, but is clearly struggling.

“I told you the water was cold.”

“Then you’d better not do anything to exert yourself.”

“One day.”

“One day, what?”

“I give you one day”, he says.

“Are you changing your wager?”

“I’m impressed you’ve managed to resist for so long. It must be hard for you.”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

“You’ll enjoy the relief then.”

“And you’ll enjoy retirement.”

“I will with you by my side.”

“Maybe I’ll even swim naked with you then.”

“We can only dream.”

Several intense moments pass us by, while I refuse to admit to doing what is obvious already we both want. I could have kissed him in the water, and we could be fucking now and whatever, sliding doors, but it would have been what he wanted to happen, or expected to happen, and I’m not going to let him get it that way, nor for it to happen that way. It’ll happen how I want, when I want, and certainly not right now, here, on this boat no matter how hard he’s glaring at me.

“Storm’s coming.”

“You already said that.”

Alex gets urgently to his feet.

“No, look, look out towards the horizon. It’s coming in faster than I thought.”

There isn’t anything out on the horizon other than a hint of gray cloud that could just be where the sea merges with the sky.

“We might have to head back”, he says.

“You’re just upset I didn’t kiss you.”

“No, seriously, we don’t want to get caught in this. And I’m upset you didn’t kiss me.”

That last comment makes me smile. It means that he’s mine whenever I want him, or, at least, he’s mine as long as he’s happy to wait for me to get myself ready.

“Maybe I need a bit longer to see if I want to”, I say.

“Or a bit longer to admit it.”

Alex tries to start the engine, but nothing happens. I know nothing about boats and storms and whatever, but I get the impression that now his plan hasn’t worked, he’d much rather be back home than out here. Not much has changed, but he seems awfully eager to get away all of a sudden. Again he tries the engine, but it doesn’t respond.

“It’s not working”, he says.

“What do you mean it’s not working?”

“It’s not working. It won’t turn on.”

I stand up and go over. Alex looks more concerned than I like to see.

“Well try again.”

“I tried again.”

He tries for a third time but nothing happens. There is a dead sound when he turns the key. No put-put-put, no nothing. It’s as if no engine exists there.

“That’s not good.”

“Alex, stop fucking around.”

“Believe me, I’m not fucking around, I wouldn’t.”

“Are you doing this to get back at me?”

“No, I promise. This has never happened before.”

“How long have you had the boat?”

“A year, maybe a bit more.”

“And when was the last time you took it out?”

“A couple of months ago.”

“So what do we do?”

He tries the engine again and the same, nothing.

“I don’t know. We wait, see if it fixes itself.”

“And the storm?”

“Wait it out.”

“Can we do that?”

“I hope so.”

“What do you mean you hope so?”

I’m beginning to get scared now.

“Look, this boat is solid, we’ve got plenty of food, plenty of champagne and there’s a shower and a double bed, we’ll be fine.”

“One double bed?”

Alex nods.

“Then I hope you don’t mind camping out in the rain.”

Five.

Alex

Talk about a cock tease. Alright, I get that she doesn’t trust me - no idea how she’s formed that opinion in all honesty, but, whatever - and she’s had her heart broken a number of times, but I certainly wouldn’t have put her down as being that worried about taking a risk, especially with someone she admits she used to like.

Maybe it’s not that at all, and I’ve completely misread it. Maybe she doesn’t like this older, newer version of me after all, or maybe she does, and she’s trying her best not to show it. If that’s the case, that’s some iron will. That’s some inhuman amount of restraint, especially because of the way she’s been looking at me. If that’s the case, fair play girl, game on.

I have no idea what is wrong with the boat, but this is typical. I’m not exactly Mr Mechanic, even though Lucy is watching my every move with the kind of subtle, burning intensity that suggests she thinks that there is no reason why a man of my physique or simply because I’m a man, shouldn’t know his way around the engine compartment of a brand new computerized luxury speedboat/yacht hybrid.

I have people to do this for me, or I would usually if they hadn’t left the island because of the storm, that isn’t supposed to be here yet and is. All I know how to do on this boat is push a button. When the result of pushing that button isn’t what is supposed to happen, I’m a bit lost. That doesn’t mean I’m not happy to investigate, and it certainly doesn’t exclude me from solving the problem, it just means it might take time, and time isn’t really an option if the rain is already at the edge of our world and threatening to push its way in.

Lucy offers well-meaning but largely unhelpful advice, the answers to which I just don’t have. She’s getting impatient, bored and a little bit scared, but there is literally nothing I can do about it. I check the gas levels, the batteries, the connectors, what I think is the starter motor, and I even swim underneath the boat to check the auxiliary propellers, but nothing. For now, we are stuck. For how long, is another question.

“We should eat something, try again later”, I say, hoping it will placate her.

“Will it work later?”

“I don’t know.”

I can already feel spots of rain and not once but twice the sky has been lit up by an almost imperceptible flash of light. If it comes in quick, it’ll go out quick too. The storm we are expecting is supposed to last two days, this could be another one entirely, or part of the main one just broken off in advance. Whatever happens, it isn’t safe working outside while it passes overhead so we head into the main compartment of the boat.

“Don’t worry, Lucy. It’ll pass.”

“Can I quote you on that?”

Worst comes to the worst and we can’t start the engine, we’ll overnight here and get someone to come out in the morning. We’re more exposed here than I’d like, but at the moment it isn’t life threatening. I’ve been out in storms before and the rocking of the boat is scary, but this thing is solid and it won’t tip up.

I tell Lucy that but she doesn’t respond, either because she’s scared of what might happen or because she’s mad I haven’t been able to start the engine and get us back home yet.

I make food and open some wine. If we’re stuck here, we might as well enjoy it. Lucy warms up a little with some food inside her. You never know, this might be fun. I know she wasn’t expecting it, but it might be just what we need.