Long: A Secret Baby Sports Romance(143)

I turned around as he jerked himself off. I watched as his thick cum covered my chest, shooting in thick ribbons all over my tits and nipples. I smiled as he came for me, low and hard.

And then it was over suddenly.

We lay there in the bed, panting together. The ferocity and the power of the orgasm all made me completely exhausted, even too tired to clean the cum from my chest. He helped with that, though, using his T-shirt.

“Holy shit,” I said.

“I know,” he replied. When he was finished cleaning me off, he lay down next to me.

We stayed like that for a while, covered in sweat, wrapped in each other’s bodies. I felt safe and right, like I was glowing.



Fortunately, our parents weren’t home or they were totally oblivious. Either way, we climbed into the shower together, letting the warm water soak us. He mainly held my hips against his, kissing me softly.

“We should talk,” I said.

“Nah,” he replied. “I’d rather just fuck you again.” His lips lingered on my throat.

“Later,” I said, smiling. “We should talk about this fight.”

“We don’t have to.”

“I can’t let you make this deal, Cole.”

“It’s okay, Alex. It’s already done.”

“What if you lose?”

He stopped and looked at me seriously. “I won’t lose.”

“How can you know? What if something happened?”

“I won’t lose,” he repeated, looking into my eyes.

And although I knew it was probably just his normal cocky, confident swagger, I believed him. Underneath all that arrogance, there was an extremely strong and competent man. He was a fighter and always would be. I had to believe in him.

“Still, how do we know Trent will follow through with all this?”

“His business manager is drawing up a contract. I’ll sign it, he’ll sign it, and we’ll be done.”

I nodded to myself. “Seems risky, though.”

“Alex.” I looked at him. “There’s nothing else in this world but risk. Sometimes you have to jump and just trust that you’ll land.”

I nodded slowly. “Okay. I trust you.”

“I know you do.” He kissed me again softly.

“This doesn’t mean you get to keep calling me ‘sis’ or ‘wife,’ you know,” I said when we stopped.

“Well, that’s just not true.”

I looked away, smiling to myself. “Try it and see what happens.”

“Okay, sis.”

I splashed water at him and he laughed, blowing it back at me.

“Not exactly a big deterrent, wife,” he said.

“Okay, now you asked for it.”

The rest of the night was spent in the shower, making our bodies come again, wrapped around each other.

And then again, back in the bedroom. All through the night it was him and everything he was doing.

I knew what he wanted, and he knew what I wanted. The problem of the fight still hung loosely over our heads, but for some reason it didn’t seem so bad. The uncertainty wasn’t bothering me as much as it had before.

I was learning to live in the moment with him.

I was learning to give in to what I wanted, even if it was wrong.





18





Cole





I could feel the sweat roll down my back as the low roar of the crowd began to wash over me.

Across the thin mat of the ring’s center stood Trent, staring back at me with a menacing grin. I smiled back and nodded, just to see how he would react, and I watched as he turned away.

People were saying things to me. I nodded their way, so they understood, but really I was far from there. I was in my own head, in my own zone, slowly feeling the calm rage build up in my body.

My eyes roamed out over the crowd and I spotted her, sitting in the front row: Alexa, her hair piled up on her head, staring back at me. I smiled at her, and she smiled back. The crowd roared again and I looked away, afraid that the sight of her would sap the rage from me.

The last few days had been a blur of training. Ronnie offered to help work with me, and together we worked harder than I’d ever worked before. I lived and breathed the fight, learning everything I could about Trent, and I felt like I was as ready as I ever would be.

But two days ago, I totally stopped my training and prep. There was such a thing as too much preparation, and I had decided I didn’t want to burn out. Instead, I got my workouts through Alexa, fucking her night and day and basically spending as much time with her as I could.

Because after this fight, who knew what was going to happen. If I lost, Trent could publish those pictures and tear our family apart. I’d never fight again, of course, but that seemed like only a distant problem, an issue someone else would have to deal with.