Long: A Secret Baby Sports Romance(86)
As I began to cool down, something caught my eye over near the stairs. I looked up and saw Alexa waving at me.
I pulled the buds from my ears. “What’s up, sis?” I said.
“Don’t call me that,” she grumbled as she came downstairs.
She was wearing a thin pair of short cotton shorts and a sweatshirt. Her hair was all disheveled, and she looked like she had just woken up from a nap. And all I could think about was fucking her up against the mirror, making her watch as I fucked her tight pussy deep.
“What can I do for you?” I asked her. “Come down to sweat with me?”
“No, thanks. I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“If this is about marriage, I’m not interested.”
She made a face, and I had to bit my tongue to keep from laughing at her. “This isn’t about the fact that we’re married. Well, it is, but not exactly.”
I leaned up against the wall and crossed my arms. “Spill it.”
“Did your mom talk about our parents and their jobs with you at all?”
“Not really. Can’t say I’m interested.”
“Well, try to be. Apparently their marriage is some huge scandal or whatever.”
“Because Cindy’s company bought Frank’s?”
“Yeah.”
“Get to the part where I should give a shit, sis.” I loved the look on her face, pure annoyance.
“You should care because she’s your mother.”
I rolled my eyes at that. “You don’t know Cindy very well yet, but she’s not exactly the nurturing type.”
She was silent for a second. “Yeah, maybe I can see that.”
“Cindy and me aren’t on the best terms.”
“So why are you even staying here, then?”
“Because I need a place to stay while I get my fighting career going again.”
“Don’t you have savings?”
I laughed, shaking my head. How naïve was this girl?
“Savings are for people that know they’re going to be around in a year, sis. I put my body on the line for a living. Planning for the future is tough when you’re not sure you have one.”
She frowned at that. “Seems pretty crazy to me.”
“Maybe,” I said, moving toward her, “but you’ve never felt what it’s like in the ring.”
“I’ve seen it on TV. Looks like it hurts.”
“Hurts like hell,” I said, stopping right near her. I could tell her breath started coming quicker. “But I feel more alive in there than I do any other time. I don’t care about the past or the future; in the ring, it’s just my opponent and me. It’s pure, fast, and dangerous.”
“Not my kind of thing,” she said.
I wanted to tip her chin back and bite her lip. Maybe I’d teach her to make it her sort of thing. In fact, I could see it being something she enjoyed, maybe even loved.
“Yeah, well, that’s fine.”
She shook her head, stepping away. “Whatever. The reason I’m here is to tell you not to tell anyone about what happened between us.”
“Why? Embarrassed?”
“Our parents don’t need another scandal. It could ruin them.”
“Can’t say I care all that much, honestly. No offense. Your dad seems like a nice enough guy, but my mom has never given me a reason to give a shit.”
“Do it for me, then,” she said, exasperated.
“What’s in it for me?” I asked, smirking at her.
“I won’t tell anyone what a big fucking asshole you are,” she snapped.
“That’s no secret, sis.”
“Just don’t talk about it, okay?”
I shrugged, turning away from her. “Sure. Whatever you say.” It didn’t matter to me one way or the other; I just loved giving her a hard time.
“Okay. Thank you.”
I stripped off my shirt and began to towel off. I caught her staring at me out of the corner of my eye but didn’t say anything. I wanted her to enjoy the show. It was obvious how much she wanted me, too, by the way she reacted every time I so much as came near her.
She may have acted like I was the biggest dick in the world, but she wanted my big dick, and I knew it.
“Still on for tomorrow night?” I asked her.
She nodded, biting her lip. “Yeah.”
“See you then.” I gathered up my stuff.
“Where are you going?”
“Taking a shower. Care to join me?”
She blushed, looking away. “No, thanks.”
“You sure? I’d love to tongue your lovely little pussy while the warm water runs down your body.”
She bit her lip again and then turned and left the basement without another word.