Tackled by the King: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (27 page)

“Wait, Carrie, maybe we should –”

“Don't say anything.” I slid off him. Walking over to the steps, I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down with my panties, not even bothering to take them off completely. I crawled up 3 steps and stuck out my bare ass at him, swaying my hips. “Just fuck me. Fuck me till every thought bleeds out of my mind...
”

Kingsley looked torn for a few seconds as he battled the thoughts in his head. But when his eyes pivoted to the pulsing mound between my legs, he charged towards me. He yanked down his pants, his smoldering eyes glued to the prize.

I loved seeing how Kingsley's playful blue-gray eyes and charming features transitioned when he was in the zone. He squinched his eyes with an almost dangerous look of intensity, and his face darkened in his determination. I grabbed his cock, squeezing my hand up and down his veined shaft. He groaned, biting down one side of his lip as I fondled him ravenously.

Letting go of his cock, I reached between my legs, prying my lips apart for him. He took a step back and dipped his head, molding my ass cheeks as he took a close-up view of my cunt. He inhaled deeply, dragging his trembling tongue across the length of my lips. I thrust my hip in his face. My elbows teetered across the edge of the step, struggling to hold on as he slurped me silly.

While I rearranged my elbows, Kingsley rammed into me without warning. I threw my head back in surprise, my eyes squeezing shut as I felt every inch of his fat cock between my walls. He hiked up my shirt over my bra, digging his fingers into my hips. His cock pumped in and out of me with so much force I could feel his sweat dripping on the small of my back.

Suddenly, Kingsley started slowing down. I was about to open my mouth in protest until he slipped one hand under my stomach, angling my hips upward. His wonderfully ill-fitting pole wasn't just squeezing in and out of my cunt. The head of his cock kissed against the budding ridge deep in my cunt.

Kingsley paid close attention to my increasingly loud cries, reverberating down the emergency exit stairs. He thrust his full cock into me, keeping it there. Grinding his tip against the ridge, he gripped my sides forcefully to keep me from squirming. The flowering intensity of electric heat numbing my cunt and thighs sent my body convulsing in hiccuping shivers. I couldn't even make a sound, my moans falling mute behind my quivering chin.

And when I couldn't hold it in any longer, I grasped onto the edge of the steps above me. What felt like an explosion of fluids dribbled out of my cunt, coating my thighs. With every drop dribbling out of me, my body softened in the sweet moment of debilitating ecstasy.

“Hey! Who's there?”

There was a loud bang of a slamming metal door, followed by squeaking footsteps padding up the steps below us. I jerked my head over my shoulder, exchanging alarmed looks with Kingsley. We scrambled to our feet, fixing ourselves up lickety-split before bolting up the stairs to the 8
^th
floor.

Nurse Samantha was in mid-conversation with Nurse Hiro when we spilled into the ward.

“Sam-Samantha.” I sandwiched myself between the pair of nurses, catching my breath. “Is everything okay?”

“Jackson stopped bleeding shortly after we arrived. None of his vitals seemed to be affected, so I wouldn't be too worried about it,” she replied reassuringly with a hint of a smile. “But of course, we're staying vigilant. You can return to his room, if you'd like.”

“Thank you so much.”

Kingsley followed me to Jackson's room. As I shuffled over to Jackson's side, the beeping monitors and TV in the background sank in once more. I sat back down on my chair, resting my arms over the bed railing.

“So. I, um, sorta cut you off earlier. What were you going to tell me?”

“Yeah.” Kingsley's skittish gaze landed on Jackson before he beckoned me towards him.

I approached him cautiously, frowning.

“If this has anything to do with Val again, I don't wanna hear it. But I'll have you know I did another background check on him and like I said, nothing came up. I can't even find any records of Xiao-Xin –”

“No, but we'll talk about that later.”

“Then, by all means. Shoot.”

“So I was doing a little research –” Kingsley noted my cocked brow, shaking his head. “Not the time. You ever heard of MBPS?”

“MPBS?”

“Munchausen by proxy syndrome. It's like Munchausen, only it's when a primary caretaker causes deliberate harm to someone else for the attention or sympathy –”

“I know what it means,” I interjected. Sweat began pooling in the lines of my palms. “Where are you going with this?”

Kingsley rubbed his lip exasperatedly and took a step towards me.

“You ever notice anything off about Jamie's social media?”

“What do you mean?” I barked defensively, glimpsing at my feet. “So she likes to share, it's not a crime to –”

I stopped, my fists slowly unfurling.

“Are you – are you actually accusing my sister of –”

“Look, I know it's a lot to hear, but I walked in on her the other night –” said Kingsley, raising his palms at me.

“What? When were you even here? Jamie never said anything –”

“Exactly.” Kingsley's wide eyes burned into mine. His words sounded so earnest, and I think that's what was freaking me out the most. “I saw her fucking with Jackson's feeding tubes. She had a needle in her hands and everything –”

“You're wrong. You must have seen something else, and now you're just blowing this out of proportion –”

“Jackson's being poisoned with arsenic,” Kingsley spoke over me, determined to drive his absurd point home. “She's got it all figured out – she doesn't buy it on the market so she doesn't leave a paper trail. She gets it from a dealer and pays in cash. Trust me, I know what I'm saying here – I wouldn't just come to you without proof. I know the dude she gets it from –”

“What's his name?” I challenged him icily, rising to my feet.

Kingsley sucked in his lips, clearly aggravated.

“I can't tell you that –”

“Then you're full of shit.”

“Carrie, I know this is a lot to handle, but you need to set aside the fact that she's your sister, and think about Jackson –”

“Just stop, Kingsley.” I sneered, looking away from him disgustedly. “You don't know what you're talking about. I know Jamie can be a little over-emotional, but that's just how she is. She's a good mother. You don't even know her –”

Right that moment, Kingsley's phone beeped twice with a new message. In our hurry, ¾ of his phone had been hanging out of his back pocket. As a result, the vibration pushed his phone out of his pocket and landed face-up on the floor.

My eyes narrowed at the text of his new message.

“'Are we still meeting at the Brunswick Lodge at 9? – I,'” I recited bitterly. “I? Who's – Ivanka?!”

“Carrie –”

“Go ahead, answer it. I mean, seriously? After everything –”

“Carrie!” Kingsley yelled over me.

“What? I'm talking...” But when I realized Kingsley wasn't looking at me, I craned my head over my shoulder.

Jackson's eyes slowly fluttered open, his eyes shifting from side to side as they adjusted to the light.

“Did – did Alan go to Dino County yet?”

Chapter Thirty-Eight:
Kingsley

I pulled back the tap, refilling my bottle at the water station.

The gym reeked of the sweat and testosterone of more than 2 dozen men from the team. It was a stench strong enough to burn the eyes of an outsider. Just about every single equipment was taken, other than the weight bench I'd called dibs on. The dudes kicked it, talking shit between themselves as they worked out. They had to strain their voices over Val's shitty EDM music blasting on the speakers.

I took a swig from my bottle and was about to turn around when I caught a snippet of Odell's conversation with Kaiser, one of the Centers.

“Money's tighter than ever,” Odell lamented between chest crunches on the Butterfly. “It's not just Faith and Nellie I gotta worry about – Nellie's mom's medication, TJ's college tuition. It adds up. I couldn't bring myself to tell Nellie we barely afforded our power bill last month.”

“I'm sorry, dude. Wish I could help out, but –”

“Naw, brother. It's all good. Our 15
^th
anniversary's coming up in 2 weeks, and I wanted to go all out for her, you know? I'm lucky if I can even afford dinner, let alone a gift –”

I'd heard enough. Wiping off my sweaty forehead with the towel around my neck, I headed back to my bench. It was fucked up I was even eavesdropping on the man in the first place.

After a couple of quick warm-ups, I lay down on the bench and positioned my fingers around the cool bar. When I got a firm grip, I started on my first set. I hefted the weights straight up, feeling the invigorating fire searing through my chest and arms. As I continued my set, I did everything I could to ignore Val's cocky commentary 3 machines down, but it was a fucking mission to tune that shit out.

“I'm telling ya, those Cowboys cheerleaders had a thing for me,” Val boasted on the treadmill. “Especially that redhead with the lip ring. Mmm, she was real tasty, too.”

“Whatever you say, dude,” Garrett replied on the treadmill next to him. “Ain't you dating Carrie, though? How's that going?”

“Pretty good, pretty good.”

My lips pulled back in a smug smirk. This fool had no clue his girl just creamed all over my cock 2 days ago. But the more I thought about it, I retracted that smirk. Carrie hadn't spoken to me since Jackson woke up. More importantly, Carrie should have been my girl.

“I gotta say, you struck gold with that one. Don't know what she sees in you, but she's fucking hot.”

“You don't even know,” said Val loudly, glancing in my direction. “She's got these sweet, juicy tits. And those perky nipples...goddamn. She's a real slut in the sheets. Bitch goes crazy when I lift up her legs and pound that pussy from behind –”

My vision was swallowed by red. I hauled the weights back onto the rack, launched myself to my feet, and went straight for the treadmills. There was a satisfying glint of fear in Val's eyes before I snatched him up by the collar and threw him to the ground.

I sank my whole weight on his legs, immobilizing the squirmy fuck. The whole team jumped off their equipment, huddling around us. Some cheered while others yelled at us to stop. The chaos rang in my ears. But before I could land my first punch, Odell and Louie broke through the crowd and wrested us off each other.

“What the Uncle Sam is going on in here?”

Coach barged into the gym, his voice booming over us. The commotion quickly died down. I rolled my head and shoulders in backward motions, shaking it off. The team banded together in silence, all eyes avoiding the Coach from the waist up.

“You clowns better get your –”

“Holy shit, guys! Guys, you're not gonna believe this!”

All eyes shifted to the door. Wyatt sprinted into the room, oblivious to the bulging vein on Coach's forehead. He held out his phone like the Olympic torch, looking like he was about to implode from his news.

“Gunther just filed for divorce!”

“What're you –”

“It's all over the news! Gunther was tipped off by an unsigned letter – it had pictures of Ivanka with all the dudes she's been sleeping with on the side. Text messages, phone records, everything. Gunther waited for her at the Brunswick Lodge last night, slapped her with divorce papers when she came into the room. There was a camera crew and everything waiting for them, too. Heard it was fucking brutal!”

As the team went nuts about what happened, I casually made my way out of the gym. And what did you know? That smug smirk was back where it belonged.

It's like I always said – nobody was going to try to fuck The King over and get away with it.

Chapter Thirty-Nine:
Carrie

I scooped a handful of popcorn into my mouth, crunching noisily as I nestled my head against Val's chest. He scooched to the side, making more room for me on the alligator-skin loveseat. But as he propped his fingers on my shoulders, kneading my tight muscles, I only got tenser. The stormy guilt brewing inside of me was getting harder to dismiss.

It had been about a full week since Jackson had miraculously woken up from his coma. Likewise, it had been about a full week since my “incident” with Kingsley at the emergency exit. I knew full well there was no excuse for what I'd done. Though it hadn't been officially discussed, Val and I were clearly an item. But in the spur of the moment, I'd completely forgotten Val had even existed. His face only cropped up in my mind when I'd flushed my sweet release all over Kingsley's cock.

On the other hand, this was my first night away from Jackson. Sloane had volunteered to stay over with Jamie and Jackson, and had convinced me to come out and see Val to unwind a bit. What I'd done was unacceptable, but it was just that – done. I should just box it up and tuck it away in the back of my mind for now and just go with the flow. And right as that thought slipped in and out of my mind, I felt an extra pang of guilt at my willing acceptance of the double standard.