Out of Bounds: (Love for the Game Book 3)

by Remi Grey

  “Better yet, let’s climb across to the backseat for more space,” James insists.

  He helps me get over the console to the back of his SUV then follows right behind me. He sits comfortably in the seat after pulling his pants off while leaving on nothing but his tank top. I can see that his hard erection never died and he’s ready to work. I straddle him and in doing so his cock leans against my stomach as his hands immediately roam all over me as if he was a hungry animal.

  He then slips my dress off and my bra and panties follow. My hands are all over his chest when he takes one of my breasts into his mouth and start tonguing my nipples fast as a butterfly like no one has ever done before.

  My arms are resting around his shoulders and his back while my legs are wrapped around his flanks. My pelvis is writhing in anticipation of him being inside of me.

  “Oh, James, you’re making me so hot. I can feel the wetness drip from me,” I moan.

  James holds onto my waist and adjusts me on his lap. Then he grabs my neck to kiss my lips passionately. With the other hand he glides his cock inside of me.

  I can feel an instant fullness that hurts in the best way possible. His kiss gets firmer with each of his pelvic thrusts. My moans are masked in his kisses, muffled until he is fully inside of me.

  He lets go of my neck and breaks the long, searing kiss. My breath is still taken away as the urge arises to gyrate my hips on him.

  A simple technique of lifting my hips up and bringing them back down while gyrating them in a circle, over and over again, is enough to set us both off.

  I find myself clutching his shoulders and digging my nails into them.

  “Let’s cum together,” James moans with passion.

  “Ahh James, I’m already there…”

  We’re both unable to control ourselves as we reach an exploding orgasm. Dripping in sweat, I stare out of the window not believing what happened again between us. I start to feel a little guilty for Larry’s sake until James breaks the ice as we sit in the back seat holding each other.

  “Are you sure you’re not a dancer?”

  “Yeah. Why?” His questions take me by surprise until I realize what he was talking about. “Oh, that little trick? I snuck off to a few clubs a time or two.” I giggle to myself. “I still do.”

  Chapter 3

  James

  Why do I have such a bad headache? I wake up with a groggy feeling. When I stretch out on the bed, I look around to find that I’m in a room that isn't mine and Kara is lying beside me.

  That’s when I remember what happened last night. Catching up with an old friend took a complete turn. Last night after what went down in my SUV, we both took a shower, talked a little more, and had a nightcap back in her hotel room. That is all I remember.

  I have to admit that I do still have feelings for her. Seeing her again yesterday made me realize that being a young bachelor isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

  Don’t get me wrong, I love meeting beautiful women and showing them a good time for one night but there may be something written in the stars for me and Kara. It worries me to actually think like that because out of all of my friends, I’m the only one who thinks about having a significant other and settling down despite having a lavish lifestyle.

  Most of the guys would laugh or think I’m crazy but I never really cared what they think. What I am more worried about is, what am I going to tell Larry? After all, I did tell him that I would be back but here I am in his sister’s hotel room lying in bed next to her.

  I hope he had too much fun at the party to even notice our disappearance. There’s not much sense in trying to hide it from him. The best thing to do is to tell him somehow.

  We can’t keep this hidden forever. I know he’ll hate me for it, but I’d rather tell him when the time is right than keep secrets from my best bro. He’s never done anything to hurt me so this will be a hard pill to swallow.

  Maybe I should have just stayed away from Kara. I want to say that the first incident was a mistake, but it couldn’t be. I wanted to get to know her just as much as she wanted to get to know me.

  Maybe, I should just break things off with her immediately. I really don’t want to do that, but it might be best. This could be what Larry was telling her — that any man in the NBA will break her heart.

  The bottom line is I don’t want to break her heart. She’s a very beautiful and sweet woman. Now, if only I can get Larry to understand that.

  It’s 10 A.M. and I’m due to hang out with Larry in the next couple of hours. I leave Kara a handwritten note on the dresser telling her that there’s business I need to tend to and that I’ll call her later.

  I leave the hotel, make a quick stop at my house, before then head to hang out with Larry. We hop in his Maserati and go to our favorite bar, Mangos, and sit at our usual table.

  Everything seems normal between us through a flow of casual conversation until the dreaded question comes up.

  “Where’d you go last night? You didn’t show back up.”

  I felt an instant lump in the back of my throat. Here it goes, the moment of truth.

  “I went out for some air and went for a joy ride. I was going to come back but got occupied.” What sort of truth was that? Did I just really fix my lips to lie? The hole just gets deeper and deeper.

  “Look dude, I don’t know where you went but are you okay? You’re starting to become more and more antisocial nowadays. When we go places you barely want to hang out with me or the rest of the guys,” he says.

  “I’m fine. I don’t mean to be antisocial, but I guess I’d rather spend time by myself sometimes. It’s nothing personal.” I try not to look him in the eye.

  “Oh, so you’re having some issues.” He sips his drink. “You wanna talk about it?”

  Now is the perfect time to tell him about Kara, but somehow, I skip out on the perfect chance.

  I’m quick to say, “nah.”

  “Alright, I offered. You know who else didn’t show their face again last night?” Larry asks while staring at the TV and drinking his beer.

  “Who?” I ask, like I didn’t already know.

  “That sister of mine. It seems kind of weird that the both of you left and neither one of you ever came back,” Larry explains. “It’s almost as if you two – “

  I interrupt Larry before he could get another word in. “Wait, what are you trying to say?”

  He looks at me and pauses. “Nothing. Maybe it could’ve been a coincidence.”

  “Yeah.” I give out a shy laugh. Trying not to make the mood awkward I say, “She is a pretty woman, but I know you would hate me if that happened.”

  “Have you been looking at my sister again?” He asks as if he was having an epiphany moment. “You do remember what we spoke about the last time you mentioned her right?”

  “Yeah, yeah.” I feel like I’m getting lectured and scolded by a parent when he talks like this. “I got it. It was meant to be a compliment.”

  “A compliment? What sort of compliment?” Larry looks at me like he can see straight through me.

  “Larry, chill out. The compliment is that your mother makes pretty children…all except you.” I offer this statement hoping he would calm down. I even chuckle a bit at the end.

  After a bit of silence, he catches his composure and rethinks his attitude with a smile. He throws his hands up and says, “You know what? Maybe I was overreacting but let me reiterate; you know the rule. I’m dead serious about my little sister. I don’t wanna have this conversation again.”

  I nod, and am able to change the topic of conversation but in the back of my head I can’t help but to think, how am I supposed to work this out with him when he doesn’t even want to bring the conversation up anymore? I’m just going to have to get creative.

  Chapter 4

  Kara

  I didn’t want to come off too anxious but somehow, I wind up at James’ front door. At first, I was hesitant about going to his place instead of calling but
there’s something I have to get off my chest.

  As I stand at his doorway, I take a deep breath and try to gather my thoughts before knocking. After the second knock, he finally opens the door and there he is, standing in front of me. He looks so relaxed in his sweatpants and a tight-fitting long-sleeved shirt.

  “Hi, I know you weren’t expecting me, but I have to tell you something.” I say.

  “Look if it’s about Larry don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault. You’ve done nothing wrong,” James assures me with a sympathetic look. “Calm down, okay?”

  He offers me his hand to come inside.

  “I know I shouldn’t worry but I can’t pretend like you two aren’t best friends. The only reason why you two don’t agree is because of me.” James still has an unbothered look on his face. “Doesn’t that bother you?” I ask him thoughtfully.

  “No.” James says gently as he wraps his arm around my shoulders, leans in, and kisses me slowly.

  “When I met you, it was never my intention to hurt you in any way.” James murmurs as he leans his forehead against mine.

  “I understand, babe. Let’s change the subject, okay? But, I have one more thing I have to tell you. I’m leaving to go back home in a couple of days to go back to school. I just need to know if you still want to be with me as much as I want to be with you.”

  “Kara, you know I want to be with you. It should go without saying. I know that you being in town wasn’t going to be permanent but yes, I still want you here. I want to focus on us and see where a relationship can take us. Since you have to leave, I guess there’s only so much we can do while you are still here.” He pauses, looking at me in a way that made my entire body warm. “Let me take you out tonight. It’s the least I can do to show you a good time,” James says after a moment.

  As soon as James mentions taking me out tonight, I felt super excited. It gives me a reason to dress up. I almost feel like a teenager again when I think of the fact that James wants to spend more time with me.

  “I would love that,” I answer. Before I get to express more of my excitement, James’ phone starts ringing.

  “Hello?” James answers. He puts his hand over the phone and silently mouths the words to me, “it’s Larry,” then returns to the phone call.

  “Hey Larry, guess what?” he says excitedly, looking at me.

  “Do not mention I’m here,” I whisper loudly to him hoping that he'd hear me, but Larry wouldn’t. I’m not sure if James is going to tell Larry that I’m here or not but the thought of him mentioning my presence is enough to scare me.

  “I found the perfect container of protein powder we talked about,” James says, doing his best to come up with something to say to my brother.

  While he’s finishing up his phone conversation with Larry, my mind drifts away. I’m very surprised that he’s so unfazed by what happened. I know deep down inside that it does bother him but the heart wants what the heart wants.

  The whole purpose of me coming to his home was for me to tell him that I wasn’t worried about Larry’s opinion, but I guess it turns out that I care more than I let on.

  It’s just hard to believe that James doesn’t want to talk about telling Larry about us anymore. I don’t see why not, though. Getting all of these secrets out in the open can be a good thing.

  We could tell Larry together at least. At the same time, I can see how it would complicate things because Larry doesn’t even know about the first time anything happened between James and I a few years ago. If he knew, he would lose it. So James doesn’t seem to want to tell him, and I realize now that I’m more worried about all of it than I originally thought I was.

  For the past few months, I have been thinking about meeting someone and possibly settling down with them, but I always shied away from the thought. I always told myself that I wanted a career first, find someone to marry, then maybe children will follow.

  I’m currently in a nursing program at my college but the ironic part is that I am not excited at all about it. It comforts me knowing that I’ll have a career, but the medical field doesn't sound too exciting to me anymore.

  I have thought about finding a new career or something that I am actually good at and actually like to do. The only reason I entered the medical field is because my parents always had these high expectations for my siblings and me.

  They had pretty good jobs and made good money and wanted us to follow in their footsteps financially. Of course, my brother Larry has done a wonderful job, but I feel like a black sheep sometimes.

  There’s always one in each family. I’d rather just reconsider my college options and find something else. I haven’t broken the news to anyone in my family because I doubt they’d understand but I feel like I can tell James anything.

  Between reconnecting with James, dealing with my worries about Larry’s response, and trying to decide what to do with my life, I’m a mess. But at least I know James cares about me as much as I care about him.

  Chapter 5

  James

  “Larry?! What are you—” I can’t believe what is taking place right now.

  “Save it,” Larry says, sitting on a bench on my front porch waiting for me as I arrive home after my date with Kara. “Now, when we had that talk about Kara did you even listen to what I said to you?”

  “I—” Before I can even speak, Larry goes on.

  “Apparently, it went in one ear and out of the other,” he says with a hard look and a raised voice. “I do recall telling you that I did not want to have this conversation anymore but yet I’m having to talk about it again. You, sir, are supposed to be a friend to me. Not someone who goes behind my back and tries to date my sister against my wishes. Were you even my friend in the first place?” he asks and I want to answer but he just keeps going. “You know what I expect, James. I ask you for one thing and one thing only: to leave my sister alone. You had one job. You know how we live, James. Any woman in this industry can get their feelings hurt easily but my sister is not any woman for you to play with.”

  “Larry, what is your deal? I am not like any of these men you see playing bachelor with a wife at home. When have you ever known me to be that way? Just because I’m single and make myself available to pretty women you think I go around breaking hearts or something? And FYI, your sister is not a child anymore. Nowhere near. She can handle herself without big brother hovering over her all the time. You’ve grown up, how come she can’t?” I ask boldly.

  Suddenly Larry steps up to me and asks, “How long have you been seeing her? Don’t lie to me.”

  “She’s only been in town for a couple of days,” I remind him.

  “Is that why you two never came back to the party? You’ve been seeing her since she came to town? What the hell is wrong with you?”

  “Look, it’s complicated, all right?”

  All of a sudden Larry balls his hand into a fist and punches me in the stomach leaving me to kneel to catch my breath.

  “You want to know how I found out about this?” He starts pacing around thinking to himself like a madman. “I was on a date with a super hot journalist and in the middle of an interview in the Palm Hotel restaurant when I saw the backside and shadow of two people whom I thought I knew very well! They looked familiar, James. I had to excuse myself to the bathroom to verify it was you and Kara. Do you know how long it took me to gather myself and settle back into that interview?” Larry starts laughing to himself, as if he can’t believe how pissed off he is.

  “As many times as I’ve tried to bring up the conversation over the years, Larry, you just never wanted to hear it.” I’m up and ready to stand my ground.

  “Years?!” Larry charges at me and I grab his hands and push him back. I’m a little heavier and I know my own strength. He pushes me back with all his strength and I find myself punching him in his mouth unable to contain my composure any longer. He checks his lips to see if there is any blood. When he notices there’s blood, he starts breathing heavily and says
, “If I see you with my sister again I will kick your ass until hell won’t have it anymore.” He stares at me, pauses, and walks off.

  I didn’t mean to cause all this mayhem between everyone. I just don’t see the big issue in dating a grown woman who can make choices for herself. I was able to understand years ago when we were all going separate directions in life and she was a little younger but Larry needs to open his eyes.

  If I am his best friend he would have noticed that I don’t play around when it comes to women and their feelings. I’ve always been a blunt, outright person when it comes to talking out my feelings with anyone.