Rushed: A Second Chance Sports Romance (40 page)

"I'm damn sure going to try," Tomasso said, gasping when I reached underneath and massaged his prostate some. "Keep that up, though, and I'm not going to have a chance."

I winked at him, then let go of his cock and straddled his waist again, my breasts pressing against his face, encouraging him as I reached back and took him and positioned it at my back entrance. "Don't worry, I'm ready."

He nodded and wrapped his lips around my left nipple as I eased myself down, the momentary flash of stretching pain giving way to deep, rumbling pleasure as I sank down on his cock. We both groaned as my ass stretched and was filled by him while his lips sent sparks through my chest. I gasped when I was all the way impaled, rising up and settling back down, stretching me the rest of the way.

We started slow, his cock filling me over and over in slow motion, each inch rubbing that secret point inside me that sent dark fire through my body and straight to my heart and brain. “Oh . . .”

He smiled as my hips lifted and sank on their own, and I started to plunge myself faster and faster, Tomasso and me looking in each other's eyes as his cock filled me again and again. My clit rubbed against his hard stomach as I rode him, the dual sensations leaving my mind whirling. In the middle of the maelstrom, there was Tomasso, his breath coming faster and faster as I clenched around him. He encouraged me, his hands supporting me as I let my inner passions run wild.

We were both crying out, gasping in pleasure, and I knew I couldn't hold out much longer.

"Come for me," he groaned, his hands tweaking my nipples as I lost all control. I clenched one last time as I sank down, screaming in pleasure as I came again, my ass and clit combining to send me into a delirious seizure of climax. I felt him shudder underneath me, his cock swelling, and in an instant, I was complete and in the arms of the man I loved.

I sagged against him, both of us sweating and gasping, not wanting to get up. "That . . . was incredible," I whispered in his ear.

“It was amazing,” Tomasso said, holding me close. I could hear the emotion in his voice and breathing. "I love you."

"I love you too."

I
looked
down on the sleeping form of my daughter, feeling a tear form in eye as I looked at her beautiful hair and button nose that she'd inherited from her mother. Leaning over, I gave her a kiss on the temple and stood up, wiping away the tear. "Good night, Princess. Daddy's gotta go to work, but I'll be back in the morning to make sure you get breakfast."

My Julia yawned and turned over in her sleep, warm and content in the little one-piece outfit that we dressed her in. I found her teddy bear, a gift from her grandfather, and tucked it next to her, where she laid her tiny little hand over it. I watched for another moment before leaving, smiling as I came into the bedroom and found Luisa waiting for me. "She's sleeping well."

"She knows that she's being taken care of," my beautiful wife said, kissing me on the cheek. "Margaret is going to do a great job making sure Julia's taken care of tonight. In fact, I think she's looking forward to it. Remember how much she was beaming at dinner?"

I chuckled and reached up, fixing Luisa's tie. She always wore a suit when the two of us worked together, and she knew I loved how sexy she looked in it. "You're sure you want to do this?" I asked, brushing a speck of dust off her collar. "You know you don't have to."

"Have you ever looked up what the name Luisa means?" she asked, a smirk on her beautiful features.

"No, can’t say that I have,” I admitted, tempted to pull her close and kiss her deeper. I didn't. There wasn't enough time to do what I would have wanted if we did. “Does it mean perfection?” I teased.

"Close, but your flattery isn't quite right," Luisa said, patting my chest and checking my tie. "It means 'great warrior.' Now, how am I supposed to sit around on my ass all the time with a name like that?"

"You're going to make a great Mafia queen some day," I chuckled in reply. The two of us left the nursery that was next to my rooms in the house and headed into the main hallway, where I found Aunt Margaret already waiting. "Your niece is sleeping soundly with Mr. Bear."

"That's good," Margaret said, smiling. "I actually have some work to get done tonight, so I guess I'll be using her diaper table for my laptop. How're you two feeling?"

"I'm good," I said, rolling my neck. "My wife didn't break my neck today in practice—just twisted it a little."

"I was just trying to squeeze his head some, make sure it doesn't get too big," Luisa joked in reply, causing Margaret to laugh. "But we're feeling good. Thankfully, Julia still likes mid-afternoon naps."

"Those are a blessing," Margaret said. "I caught one myself, only an hour or so, but if the princess wakes up, well, I'm not exactly in my twenties any longer."

"You still look twenty-nine to me," I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "But seriously, thanks for looking out for Julia tonight."

"We're a family. It's what we do."

Luisa and I headed downstairs, stopping in the kitchen to arm ourselves. "So what's the job tonight?"

I smiled, knowing my wife knew exactly what the job was. She just liked to act that way so that we would go over it before going to work. "Not a big deal. Some punk named Teddy Maguire, who's bringing in some bad shit to the University District, trying to peddle some doctored-up study drugs to the college students."

Luisa shook her head in good humor, perplexed by the American obsession with drugs. "Like some Adderall or whatever it is he's calling it can replace decent study and a good night's sleep. In any case, we find him and?"

"And put the fear of God in his heart. Or at least the fear of the Bertolis. Seattle and Tacoma aren’t welcome zones for him. The pistols are just in case he gets stupid," I said, handing Luisa her Beretta. "You ready?"

"Ready," she said, sliding it into her holster. "By the way, after work, you mind if we stop off at the Starlight Club?"

"The Starlight? Why?" I asked, grinning a familiar smile at the little play. We had gotten into a habit of it, and it was a great way to blow off some steam after a night's work.

"I think I'd like to dance a little for my husband. I'm sure Terry can get us a VIP room—don't you think?"

"I'm sure. One question, though. What are we going to do when your brother gets here next week?"

Luisa shrugged and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "We'll figure out something. I'm just glad that my dad is trying to make amends for his behavior last time you were in Brazil."

We left the house and went out to our car. "Hey, who's driving tonight?"

Luisa held up her hand. "I believe it’s my turn. You drove last time."

"No way. You drove last time. I'm sure of it," I replied, smiling.

She crossed her hands over her chest and raised an eyebrow at me. "So how should we settle this?"

"Rock, paper, scissors?"

My lovely wife considered it, then nodded. "Deal. Ready? 1 . . . 2 . . .”

* * *

T
hank God
the bad part of summer is over,
I think to myself, adjusting my newly bought burgundy skirt around my hips as I step out of my 2005 Honda Civic— which had long ago worn out its welcome, along with its air conditioner. It gets me around town, though, so that works.
The heat is so unbearable.

The summer had been blistering, the hottest on record, with days that reached temperatures of 105 degrees, and I spent most of the summer simply fighting to stay cool. Now, I’m happy to finally get some relief as summer lets go of its stranglehold on the Pacific Northwest a bit. Right now, it’s seventy degrees, and the cooler air feels great on my skin.

My limbs tremble slightly while I stand in front of my car door. My heart starts to race. It's my first day back at school, so I'm more than a little anxious, though I'm not sure why, since I've done this enough by now.

Get it together, girl,
I tell myself.
This is your last year here. You won't have to see most of these people ever again after you graduate. And the one or two you want to see, you’ll stay in touch with. You know that.

Taking a deep, calming breath, I check my appearance in the side view mirror before moving on. My hair and makeup look all right—light foundation, blush and a hint of eye shadow, and my locks are long and wavy, the way that I think it looks best. When I'm satisfied, I gather my books, shut the door of my Honda, lock it, and then make my way through the parking lot and onto the Silver Lake High campus.

A feeling of nostalgia rolls through me as I set foot on the grounds and I’m greeted by the familiar layout. It looks just like I remember, with beautiful paved walkways, meticulously groomed lawns, and exquisitely built structures. Deep red brick and glass lend a weight to the buildings, while the high-reaching steel and glass make it not too stuffy.

It's probably one of the best maintained High Schools in the state,
I think,
but too bad it's filled with a bunch of douches.

Despite my fondness for my high school, I’m glad it’s my last year. My four years of tenure have been filled with nothing but drama, and hopefully, I'll be moving on to bigger and better things once I sail off to college.

I will miss Silver Lake Falls, though.
Silver Lake is a small, bustling town in the northwestern part of the country that has a booming economy, mainly due to the abundance of growth in its IT sector. Once a rich bedroom community, it is now becoming a place of economic power. In fewer than three years, the town's population had grown from ten thousand to well over twenty thousand before stabilizing and slowing down before growth exploded too much to take away the small town charm.

It’s an amazing town.

I like to think that after I graduate with a good degree, I'll come back home to Silver Lake Falls and live out my life here well into old age. After all, I love it here. Nothing can beat a small town community where everyone knows each other and everyone comes together, even if there is the small town gossip and pettiness to deal with. But I won't settle down until I see what the world has to offer. I’ve never been anywhere else, and I need at least a taste of the real world before deciding what I want.

I'm a bit early, as usual, and I see the other early birds milling about, some gathered around their favorite hangout spots, talking and goofing around. I see mostly familiar faces and a few new ones, but I'm surprised to see how much people are staring at me. Mainly guys. Hot guys. The type of guys that would never look at me twice.

Is there something wrong with my outfit?
I wonder, pausing to look down at my skirt. I'd chosen the outfit before I left home because, one, it was new, and two, I thought I looked good in it. Not too slutty, but not too chaste. It makes my legs look long by riding the line on SLHS's dress code on skirt length, and the flare makes my waist look smaller than it is. I also have on a white blouse with a few pearl highlights, but it's nothing to get excited about.

After a moment, I continue on. I can't find anything wrong with my outfit, and I have no idea why I’m all of a sudden getting so much heat, but I swear one guy's head almost turns like the exorcist to keep his eyes on me as I walk by. If he'd snapped around any harder, I think he would have broken his neck. Actually, I remember him, and I think the world might be a better place if he does break his neck.

I ignore him and continue on my way through campus. I've almost made it to the building that contains my locker when I cross by The Fountain, a beautiful construction made of marble with an exquisitely crafted owl at the top that is surrounded by two of the main academic buildings and the cafeteria, completing a quad. The Fountain is Silver Lake High's most popular hangout spot and a place I often like to avoid because of the annoyance factor. I don't know why I'd walked right into it, but I suppose I hadn't been looking.

Not surprisingly, a group of jocks are crowded around The Fountain, laughing and telling stupid jokes. They're practically a pack of wolves, and more than once, I've compared them to what Mr. Cashion showed us in tenth grade science when he'd pulled out National Geographic videos. I try to sneak past them with my head down, hoping no one will notice me. Fat chance. All they have the mental capacity to do is crack jokes and notice people.

“God damn, Whitney!” A popular athlete named Cory Dunham exclaims as I walk by. Cory is one of the more competent ballers on the school's football team and is also one of the biggest manwhores on the planet. If you have a pulse and a vagina, he would come sniffing around at some point, I'm sure. “What have you been eating? You got thick as hell!”

“Fuck yeah,” says Gabe Hackman, another douche jock who was just as much of a manwhore, biting his lip as if he's looking at a quarter pounder with cheese. “She's got an ass fatter than Kim Kardashian now. The good type, too.”

I blush furiously, not sure how to respond. In a way, I feel insulted to be compared to a Kardashian, and in another, I’m flattered. But I can't figure out the sudden interest in me. None of these guys ever noticed me before, outside of insulting my appearance, and now, they’re practically drooling over me? Something must be in the air.

Instead of engaging them, I continue on, ignoring their catcalls.

“Hey!” Cory yells, waving with his arms. “Get your sexy ass back here!”

Sexy ass? What is that guy smoking? I've never been accused of being sexy in my life. I'm the girl who disappears, remember, guys?

I make it inside the school building and find my way to the locker hallways when what they were saying about me registers, and realization washes over me in a wave of awesomeness.
It's the weight.
I'd often been told by guys and girls alike that I was too skinny, so over the summer, I'd been a little more liberal when it came to eating. It's not like I went all out, but I also let go of my stupid fear of anything with carbs in it. I think my absolute favorite discovery, though, was pasta. Mom could make some mean spaghetti, especially when she paired it with a tomato and Italian sausage sauce.

Who knew that stuffing my face with food would have resulted in my becoming more desirable?

Walking through the hallways, I receive more stares and guys ogling me, but I ignore them and make it to my locker. It's new and a bit unsettling to get this much attention, and I'm not sure if this is all just some sort of fluke.

I’m fumbling with my locker combination when I hear the sound of footsteps to my right, but I put my head down, hoping they'll not make another wisecrack. I've hit my limit this morning.

“Hey, Chica,” a familiar, cheery voice chirps instead, and my mood lifts immediately. “Long time no see.”

I look up into the smiling face of my childhood best friend, Danielle Vaughn, and crack a huge grin. She looks cute today with her two blonde side ponytails and red skirt topped by a white blouse. Her legs are long and sexy, and the red heels she’s wearing only further accent them. I’m happy to see her since I haven't seen her all summer due to her family vacation.

Before I can respond, her eyes widen, her mouth dropping open in surprised admiration. “Good God, did you inflate those things or something?” she demands, staring at my chest. “Stuffed your bra with golf balls?”

I glance down at my breasts and then let out a laugh. “No,” I say. "Besides, golf balls? I'd hoped for at least oranges."

“Then what the hell happened to you?”

“I don't know. I just filled out a bit I guess. That, and I ate what I wanted for once.”

Danielle bites her lower lip, looking my body up and down. “Well shit, girl, put me on that diet then. You're smokin'!”

I giggle again at Dani's exaggeration. The girl can always crack me up.

“And I'll take that ripe ass while you’re at it,” she adds, smacking me on the butt. “Damn, it even wiggles now.”

I laugh harder and smooth out my skirt where Dani has rumpled it. “Girl, please.”

“Seriously. You've gotten so curvy, you could give Kate Upton a run for her money.”

“Okay, now you need to stop.”

Dani whips her tails, and I swear if the idiots in Hollywood ever want to make a young Harley Quinn movie, I know exactly who they should cast. Dani even knows who that character is—she introduced her to me. “I’m not lying to you.”

I stop fiddling with my locker and glance around. I see several guys looking our way. One of them even grins at me. “Well, you know what? Ever since I walked on campus, I've received non-stop stares from all the guys,” I tell her. “Isn't that just weird? I couldn't even get one to look at me, then I go away for the summer, and now the whole athletic department wants me? I walked by the Fountain coming in, and I thought I was going to start a riot.”

Dani shakes her head again. “Girl, I'm telling you. You were a stick figure when I last saw you, and now, you actually have some curves. And they're in all the right places.”

“Thanks,” I say. “I think.”

Dani grins at me. “Trust me, this year . . . you'll get laid, that's for sure.”

“So how was your trip to Italy?” I say, quick to change the subject. The last thing I want to think about is having pre-marital sex. Mom is overly religious, and that's one of the things she never shuts the hell up about. When my boobs started to get bigger, she even made a comment that she could 'see my dirty pillows' before half-smiling at the joke. I hadn't laughed.

Dani's grin twists into a sour expression. “It was alright . . . I guess.”

“What do you mean, you guess? You've been wanting to go to Italy since our sweet sixteen birthday parties. You talked so much about Michelangelo's David last year that I thought you were gonna hump the thing when you finally saw it in person.”

“Well, I had fun and all, but our parents made me room with Joseph.”

Joseph is Dani's brother and is actually pretty cute and sweet. He's a sophomore this year and is probably hanging out in the quad with his buddies. Like I say, he's nice. He just isn't my type.

“So what was so bad about that?” I ask. “I thought you loved your brother.”

“I do! But I don't love his farts.”

“Dani!” I protest, trying not to laugh too hard.

Dani scowls, her mouth drawing down into a little point. “Sorry. I can't help it. He was cutting those stinky things like he was slicing Swiss cheese. Or maybe aged Parmesan, considering where we were.”

I gag. I can't help it. “Okay. Stop. Now.”

Dani lets out a laugh. “It's so frickin’ easy to gross you out.”

“Which is why you should show some restraint and not do it.”

Dani grins. “Never.” She starts to finger her blond locks then stops. “So I've been thinking, Whit.”

Oh boy.
It was never good when Dani thought about anything. Did I mention she'd make a good young Harley Quinn? Brilliant and crazy—that's Dani Vaughn.

“About?” I ask wearily.

“I got an idea while I was in Italy.”

Even worse.

“Huh?”

“You know how you made that offhand comment about wanting to join the cheerleading squad last semester?”

“Uh . . . yeah?” I remember. I said it mainly because I'd been so hard up for a date that I'd been desperate to try anything, including flipping around in a short skirt in order to catch some attention from the type of guys I like. I can't help it. While their attitudes and behavior are disgusting, the image of a strong jock sends tingles through my skin.