RUNNING GAME (A SECOND CHANCE SPORTS ROMANCE) (20 page)

Thank god he was so tall.

My thighs spread a little further, and then I snapped my ankles together, clasped around his hips. My heel nestled into the small of his back as I kept him close, tightly controlled against my body.

Meanwhile, his lips found mine, crushing against me as he steadied himself with his forearms locked down on either side of my shoulders. I coerced him to move them closer, and he constrained me between them, binding both of us together for this carnal throe of pleasure.

His hips began to pick up the tempo, and I grew accustomed to his speed. I was just relaxed enough to enjoy the sensations, and my legs wrapped around him kept Lex from jackhammering into my sopping wet pussy with that unfathomable tool of his.

He really
will
tear me apart if he does that,
I thought to myself briefly…

But it was hard to cling to any reasonably sentient thoughts as I became overwhelmed by his power. Lex held me down beneath him, carefully but powerfully thrusting into my body, again and again…

Moans escaped my lips, and my strength began to sap from my limbs. I realized that my fingernails had been digging into his shoulders tightly.

I released my grip, letting my whitened knuckles return to their natural, pinkish color. Meanwhile, my ankles slipped apart, and I steadied myself beneath him as he fucked me.

But Lex grew tired of this position, and soon I was forced onto all fours in front of him. His fingers pressed against my folds, one slipping in to test my chasm.

“You’re still so wet for me, Riley,” my partner groaned with gratification. “I love how much you want this.”

“That’s right,” I cooed, wiggling my hips just a little. My eyes widened as he began to stroke that huge cock, and I hastily added: “Just be gentle, okay?”

“You don’t want gentle,” he answered, his smirk telling me everything about his levels of confidence… or was it
arrogance
at this point?

“I do at first,” I insisted. “If you tear me in half, you realize that you won’t be able to fuck me again, right?”

“A valid point,” he added quickly, pressing the crown of his head into my folds. I turned back around, steadying my hands. One pressed out flat against the headboard, while the other squeezed the top.

Thinking quick, I moved it out before my fingers were crushed, flattening my palm across the top and the wall.

It was a good thing that I did.

I felt his cock surge halfway into my yearning pussy, and I screamed out the only syllable that I could grasp: “
FUCK!”

“We have not yet even
begun
to fuck, Riley,” Lex whispered in my ear as he bent over my ass. With a slight nip, he tugged the lobe between the teeth, then nestled his lips into my ear:

“But after this… you’ll never be able to call another piss-poor shag a proper
fuck
ever again…”

W
hen my eyes
flickered open the following morning, something felt different.

An arm… over my chest…

The events of the night flooded back into my memory banks, and I remembered the boastful upstart that had wandered into the pub and taken over my entire evening.

Here she was –
Riley
, I recalled quickly – fast asleep and curled up beside me.

As I let myself play back through the roulette of positions we’d experienced, long into the night, I drew a quick and effective conclusion…

It had been a rather satisfying evening.

I allowed myself to stare at the ceiling for a few minutes as I felt her chest rise and fall with her deep, slumbering breaths.

This was the first time that I’d been self-conscious of this small, rather quaint hotel room. Against Jess’s desires, I’d insisted on renting something small and unassuming… after all, I didn’t want to call any attention to myself while I was here. She could have picked another hotel a few streets over, but as my publicist, she’d insisted on rooming nearby.

She settled for a floor down.

Jess was used to living to a certain standard of living. It came with the territory when you represented some hefty clients, including one of the biggest sports stars in the entire world. Luckily for her, the others were rather low-key, never causing a whole lot of trouble for her representation.

I was handful enough to make up for that.

But now, I somewhat regretted this decision. It was my nature to want my sexual conquests to wake up and see the extravagance in which I lived. Of course, I was going to just kick them straight out, but I liked to leave an impression.

I could feel Riley murmur against me now. She deserved some rest after the night that we’d had together. After all, once she’d grown a little more accustomed to my size, she had become surprisingly voracious.

It was difficult for her to keep up with me, but damn, did she try. All that pent-up energy from being away from my training had reflected itself into our time between the sheets.

For the first time in ages, I actually felt like getting back to work... After that marathon of sex last night, I could stand to do some sprints, knock out some
leg day
, or even just swim some laps and streamline my athletic build a little more.

A bothersome thought occurred to me.

It dawned on me that I hadn’t heard from Jess since the late afternoon. However, my phone had buzzed a several times during my wild coupling with my new friend here, Riley.

I reached for my phone, unlocking it with a few button taps, and then…

The knocking at the door drew my attention.
Didn’t I put a “Do Not Disturb” on the door? Is this the kind of service to expect at a
layman’s
hotel?

The knocking resumed, harder now.

“Lex? Lex, I know you’re in there!”

Riley shifted around in her sleep slightly, and then her eyes darted open. “Who is that?” She sleepily asked, and I groaned my response.

“That would be Jess.”

She looked at me inquisitively, but I didn’t think anything of it at the time. Instead, I ascended from the bed, tossing on a pair of boxers and my pajama bottoms.

With Riley’s eyes on me as she drew the bedding up to her neck, I lazily sauntered over towards the door and unlocked it.

“Lex, you idiot! Why haven’t you been answering my–”

I slid into position to block Riley from sight, but Jess had already seen her. Glancing over my shoulder, she looked at me with a mixture of surprise and disappointment.

“Lex, what the fuck?”

“I met her yesterday,” I responded sleepily. “She spent the night.”

“Yeah, I can obviously see that… hell of a night for you to pick, though,” Jess crossed her arms, a telling smirk plastered across her face. “I’ve been trying to catch you for hours…”

“Why, what is it?” I asked curiously.

Jess was always bad at hiding her emotions. Disappointment, maybe even fear, clouded her expression almost immediately. She took a deep sigh, and I knew the following news couldn’t be good…

I heard rustling from the bed behind me. I’d almost forgotten about last night’s lay, and for a little privacy, I held the door ajar and stepped partially out.

“Out with it!” I hissed the demand.

Jess’s expression hardened – and then I
knew
the news was going to slay me. “A friend of mine in the agency says that Brett Barker is already considering…
alternate
possibilities for the latest contract.”

My blood ran cold.

“Who?”

“My source itself is reliable, but the information… we’re not exactly–”

“Not
another
word that doesn’t answer the fucking question,” I told her in no uncertain terms. “We both knew this could be a possibility. So tell me…
who is it?
”

Jess took a deep breath.

“Alistair Pritch.”

My heart plummeted into my stomach. Pritch was a defender on our team, and a fiercely competitive one at that. His role was to protect the goalie and ensure that the football didn’t
dare
progress into the goalkeeper’s box… and he was very,
very
good at it.

He was also my singular proper rival in the sport – the one person who kept me on top of my game by sheer necessity.

“Pritch…” I responded blankly.

“That’s right,” Jess bit her bottom lip. “Alistair Pritch is in the running. My source tells me that he’s the favourite contender for the contract.”

It wasn’t just a simple rivalry between players. The National Team drew in the best football players from the entire country, from various leagues and teams. It just so happened that his and my teams were, for most of our careers, bitter rivals through and through.

The goal for the National Team, as with
any
represented country, was to blur oppositions and contests to string together the best of the best.

Of which I was the king.

But Alistair… Alistair Pritch was the wicked chancellor to my reign. A viper in the grass, he followed orders and obeyed my directions… so long as there wasn’t any foolhardy alternative that would propel himself into the spotlight.

The crowd loved him, too. I might be
Lightning Lex Lambert,
but the world knew Alistair Pritch as
The Renegade
. Pritch was clever; his disobedience was a wildcard for my game plans, but he made decisions that I had to begrudgingly call sound. He’d never make it look like he was actively rebelling against me – it was always a spur of the moment, completely reflexive maneuver.

And it had helped win more games than I was willing to admit. Pritch was always keeping me on my toes, and always forcing me to stay sharp.

Our rivalry was legendary.

And now he was trying to rip my contract out from under me before I could even sign a page.

“I’m going,” Riley muttered as she pushed past me into the hallway, fully dressed. I could only give a distracted, dumbfounded nod as she disappeared around the corner and stormed off.

What the fuck is
her
problem?
I thought to myself absentmindedly.
I just got the worst fucking news of my week…

“So, who the hell was
that?
” Jess asked curiously, glancing down the direction my partner for the evening had disappeared.

“That was… Riley,” I commented.

“Oh yeah? Why the sudden change? Thought you were going to lay low and, you know,
avoid
causing any sort of scandal while you were here…” She side-eyed me with a grin as I led her back into the hotel room. “Just couldn’t keep it in your pants, yeah?”

“It was a little different from that,” I recalled apathetically, still sucker-punched by this new tidbit of information.

Alistair Pritch, of all fucking people?
Although, it made
sense
, in a way that made my blood boil
…

“Oh yeah? Different
how?
”

I didn’t give any thought to the answer, which is probably why it was a particularly honest, straightforward one.

“Riley impressed me.”

“She…
impressed
you?” Jess seemed shocked. “This is new. Impressed you
how
, exactly?”

“The girl had no idea who I was, and she took charge,” I thought aloud. “Such unwavering confidence. The girl knew how to stir me up, and she kept me on my toes.”

“And you just let her scamper off like that?” Jess asked, cocking her head to the side.

“What are you getting at?”

My best friend shrugged. “I don’t know. For a minute there, it
almost
sounded like you
respect
her.”

“Maybe I do,” I answered noncommittally.

“Doesn’t sound like any
Lightning Lex Lambert
that I know,” Jess chuckled, pulling out a chair from under the obligatory writing desk and seating herself.

“Yeah, well. Maybe I’m trying on something new,” I answered, stepping into the bathroom to wash my hands in the sink. I raising my voice over the hot, running water. “You know. Seeing how I like it.”

“Well, pissing off your
something new
isn’t such a good idea!” She called out loudly from the other room.

“What do you mean,
pissing her off?
” I asked, wiping my hands clean with a stiff, rough hand towel as I strolled back into the main room.

“What, you didn’t see that look on her face?” Jess sharply took in a breath for emphasis. “She was
livid.
Doesn’t surprise me, though…”

“You’re speaking cryptically,” I simmered. “You know that I don’t like
cryptic
. Get on with it.”

“How does it look to you?” She asked. “She’s half-asleep, all cuddled up to you or whatever, and then some strange woman answers the door. You get up, you get into some hushed, heated conversation, all mysterious and shit, and then when she tries to make a show of storming off, you just let her? You realize that she was mad, and you didn’t even
bother
trying to stop her.”

I didn’t like the sound of that.

“That’s not what it was at all.”

“
Context,
Lex,” Jess shook her head. “She doesn’t know who you are… unless you told her.”

“Didn’t tell her a thing,”

“Right. So, she doesn’t know who
you
are… she doesn’t know who
I
am… and she’s totally in the dark as to the secrecy. Hell, it probably looked like I’m some jilted ex-wife or some shit, coming to bother you.”

I hadn’t considered that.

“Fuck me,” I grumbled.

I glanced down at my pajama pants.

“I’m… not exactly equipped for this right now,” I muttered. “You’re my publicist. Go catch her.”

“I barely saw the chick,” Jess shrugged. “Besides, I wouldn’t know where to start. I’m not exactly private eye material, you know.”

Grumbling, I pulled upon my wardrobe and whipped out a few choice garments. “Fine. I’ll handle it. If I’m lucky, she might come to me.”

“You think so?” She asked, that mischievous smirk on her face again. “I dunno…”

“If not… there was a Japanese girl who wandered in with her last night. I’ve seen the bartender speaking with her from time to time – I think they’re friends. I can probably follow up on that lead and track her down, but only if I have to. I don’t want to force it, after all.”

Dwelling on these thoughts, I buttoned up my long-sleeved top, swapped the pajamas for slacks, and whipped a blazer over my shoulders. My publicist made and poured herself a cup of coffee, and then spat it out in my bathroom sink.

“Ugh! This is
fookin’
disgusting!”

“There’s that
chav
coming out,” I teased.

“Don’t you start with me,” Jess squinted an eye and gave me a defiant glare. “You
know
I’m not a damned, dirty
chav
.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

She looked like she was going to burst a blood vessel, but relaxed. I recognized that look – she was deep in thought, considering something that we’d both overlooked.

“What is it?” I asked, stepping back into view. I was suited up and ready to tackle the day, even if that involved tracking down a wayward lay to straighten out some things.

After all, the sex had been pretty good…

And Jess was right.

It really had been a long time since someone had impressed me.

“This overnight woman of yours, this… damn the gods, what was her name again?”

“Riley.”

“Right,” Jess continued. “Thanks. This
Riley
. You said you found her challenging. Would you say you stand by that assessment?”

I straightened my tie in the mirror.

“I think so.”

“She could be the answer you need.”

I paused. “…Go on.”

“What does Alistair Pritch have that you don’t, Lex? Really think about that for a moment. What makes him
way
more attractive than you for a corporate, multi-million sponsorship?”

“Choose your words carefully,” I growled.

“I’m not trying to stir you up,” she smiled. “Apply those critical thinking skills of yours.
What does he have that you don’t?
”

I begrudgingly considered her question.

“His record is weaker… but he’s a maverick on the field… he’s a defiant upstart, a wildcard, but a highly-calculating–”

“You’re looking at the wrong details,” she coerced me. “Think about his
stability.
”

“What are you getting at?” I demanded, whirling around to stare at her. “Do you have a plan, or not?”

Jess smiled at me softly, the way one would at an adorable pet. I didn’t like it. “Pritch has a wife,” she responded. “A wife and a kid. He’s got a solid family, and that carries through to his reputation off the field. None of these playboy scandals of yours… he’s clean. Squeaky clean.”

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Everyone knows you’re the better player Lex, but he’s a
safe
bet,” Jess commented.

“And that’s what Brett Barker wants,” I growled, driving a fist into the wall. I could feel it slightly give way beneath my pressure. “He wants a safe bet. No scandals, no fuck-ups.”