Over the Line: A Second Chance Sports Romance

by Celia Ryan

  All night, I dreamed of him, of us being together. Beautiful predictions of our future equally matched with fantasy sex. His throbbing cock inside me, spilling his seed.

  I liked being owned.

  He stood up and took off his shirt. Each time I saw his chest I couldn’t help but stare. He had just the right amount of muscles, where everything was so defined. He unzipped his pants and unbuckled his belt.

  “Turn over and get on your hands and knees,” he commanded.

  I turned over and pushed my ass up into the air. I wanted him to take me, to take every part of me.

  I pulled my hair over to the side and looked back at him as he stepped out of his pants and pulled down his boxer briefs. I felt the bed move under his weight as he climbed behind me. He took his hands and spread my knees a little wider and gently teased me by running his hands over my core.

  “You’re already wet.”

  “I might have been dreaming about you before you came home.”

  “Oh really? What kind of dreams?”

  I pushed my ass toward his hips. “You having your way with me.”

  He gave my ass a hard smack. “Let’s see if I can surpass your dreams.”

  He pushed my thong aside, grabbed my hips, and pulled me back onto him. I gasped as I felt him enter me.

  “I’m sure you will,” I said.

  Luka guided my hips back and forth as he pumped his own.

  “Fuck, you feel good, Vienna.”

  I flipped my hair and looked back at him. “So do you.”

  Luka was truly the best sex I had ever had. I couldn’t explain it, but he made me feel differently than any other guy. It was as if our bodies were in tune with one another, knowing exactly what the other person desperately needed.

  Luka grabbed my hair and gently tugged it back. I never used to like it rough with anyone else, but with Luka, I couldn’t seem to get enough. He pulled tighter and let out a loud moan.

  “You like it rough, don’t you, Vienna?”

  All I could do was nod as another moan escaped my throat. Luka pumped his hips faster and I felt my body start to shake.

  “Yes, Luka, harder!”

  Luka thrust his hips faster. The pressure inside me released and my elbows buckled underneath me as I fell onto my forearms. Luka went deeper and smacked my ass roughly.

  “Grab onto the headboard,” he commanded.

  I reached out in front of me and braced myself on the headboard. With my torso up, Luka was able to reach his hands around and grab my breasts. Using his forefinger and thumb, he slowly started to apply pressure to my hard nipples. He leaned down and kissed my neck as he held himself steady inside me. I rolled my hips on his and let out a loud moan.

  His fingers clasped my nipples harder, which sent a shiver of pain and pleasure coursing through my body. He started to pump his hips again, and I leaned my head back into his shoulder.

  Leaving one hand on my nipple, he moved his right hand down to my core and started to gently rub in time with the thrusting of his hips. Listening to my moans, Luka pushed me up to my breaking point and somehow held me there, causing more shivers to course through my body.

  Luka pulled himself all the way out and then pushed all the way back in, sending a jolt up my spine. I let out a load moan and fell over the edge, gripping the headboard for support. As I finished my orgasm, Luka lightly kissed me on the shoulder.

  “I’m not finished with you yet.”

  Luka pushed himself away from me and stood at the edge of the bed. I flipped my body over and lay there. He grabbed my legs and pulled me toward him. I fucking loved it when he did that.

  He pulled my right leg up over his strong shoulder and he pushed himself back inside me. I moved my hands up to my breasts and lightly tugged on my nipples.

  “I love watching you play with yourself.”

  I moved one hand down to my mound and slowly moved my fingers in a circle.

  “Like that?”

  Luka nodded and pumped his hips harder.

  I tugged on my nipple harder as I felt my body start to ache for a release. I didn’t want to come yet, though. I needed Luka to come with me. I needed to feel him explode inside me.

  I bit down on my lip, hoping to distract myself. Luka stopped moving his hips and looked down at me.

  “I have an idea. You feel like trying something?”

  At this point, I knew I would do anything for Luka. I nodded my head yes.

  Holding himself inside me, he reached over to his nightstand table. He opened the drawer and pulled out a small personal vibrator.

  My eyes widened in surprise. He let out a small laugh.

  “I haven’t used it before, never really had the need to. I want to use it on you.”

  The vibrator had a flat surface, with a circular grip that he could put his fingers through. He pressed the button and gently placed it on my clit. At first, it slightly tickled, but then I arched my back as waves of pleasure shot through my body, the gentle vibrations massaging me.

  Luka smiled and started pumping his hips again.

  “Fuck, Luka, I’m not going to last long.”

  Luka thrust harder into me as he held the vibrator in place. I grabbed both of my hard nipples and pinched them roughly. The mixture of pleasure and pain was mind blowing.

  “Come, Vienna. I want you to come with me.”

  My whole body shook as I felt him release his hot seed inside me.

  “Oh yes, Luka!” I cried out.

  Goosebumps erupted over my body as he pushed me over the edge, and I fell into an exhilarating orgasm.

  “Do you want me to order something to eat?” he asked.

  “Sure. Chinese?”

  I walked away, pulling on some pajama pants. It was late afternoon, and we had been going at it like rabbits all day. I was sore in all the right places, and it made me feel so good.

  He walked back in a couple minutes later. “Ordered. I hope you like Chow Mein.”

  I nodded and pulled the sheet up around me, sitting up in the bed. He sat down next to me.

  “I have to go to mass in the morning. With my family.”

  “I figured you would. When are we going to tell them?”

  His eyebrows came together. “About what?”

  “About us,” I said in an annoyed tone.

  “I don't know.” He shook his head. “When the time is right, I guess. There's still a lot of unanswered questions about us. Things we’re going to have to figure out.”

  “Like what?” Was this when he was finally going to be honest with me? Was he going to tell me about my family?

  “I mean, I haven't seen you in ten years. They’re going to wonder how I found you.”

  “How did you find me? When I ran, I thought I covered my tracks pretty well.”

  “It took a while. I had my guy on it.”

  “How long?” How many years had he been searching for me?

  “About two years.”

  My mouth dropped open. “Two years! You looked for me for two years?”

  He shrugged, obviously embarrassed. I didn't even think Luka could get embarrassed. But I saw just a hint of blush on his cheeks, and I knew he had searching for me for a long time.

  What he didn't realize was that I had made myself easier to find. Roberto had given me explicit instructions on where to work and who to be with. Everything down to the apartment I was living in. Roberto assured me that I would be safe now, and I couldn’t say no to him because I honestly had no one else to turn to.

  I'd been waiting for Luka to get out of prison for six months. But I had expected to be waiting a lot longer—Roberto had even talked about years. When Luka found me, my whole plan fell apart. As I looked into his dark gray eyes now, all the anger that I thought I had for him melted away. I thought it would take months of us reestablishing our relationship for him to trust me enough to tell me about my parents. And I thought that time that I wouldn't fall for him. But I had been so wrong.

  He
was just too irresistible.

  “I know you’re scared, which is why you ran. But I had to find you again. You needed to know how much I care about you and how much I want us to be together.”

  “So why not tell your parents about us, then?” I was getting closer, I needed to tell him…

  “Because they haven't seen you in a decade! And they didn't even know how I felt about you back then. I never told anybody. But we’re together now,” he said as he put his thick hands around my face. He pulled me in for a rough kiss. “And I'm not letting you go.” His voice was gravelly. This was it, our moment. It was time to tell him.

  “You don’t have to.”

  “Good.”

  “No I mean really, we’re together, forever.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

  “I’m pregnant.”

  His eyes grew wide and a smile spread across his face. “Is this why you came back?”

  I nodded, choking back tears. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you right away. I needed to have some time with you first. I just needed to know more about you.”

  “Because we’re having a baby?” He could barely contain his excitement.

  “Yes. Because we’re having a baby.” I smiled back at him. His happiness was infectious.

  He kissed me fully on the lip and I lay back on the pillows once more. I hoped the Chinese guy was comfortable with waiting a while. I’d make sure we gave him a good tip.

  Chapter 20

  Luka

  The next morning, I met my family at mass. I watched people walk past me with their children and I felt pride swell in my chest. I would be one of them soon. I would be a father.

  I was still avoiding Vienna and her secret. She hadn’t tried anything yet; maybe she never would. I mean we were a family now. Even if she had wanted the truth about her parents before, that couldn’t matter to her anymore, could it?

  I should have dealt with her. Found out the truth. But whenever she was naked, my mind went blank. I couldn’t focus on what was real and what wasn’t. All that I wanted was to be inside her. It was like she had a magic pussy or something. And now she was having my baby. Her pussy really was magic.

  “Luka! Come give your mother a kiss!”

  I bent down and hugged her. “Mama, how are you?”

  “I'm good, my son. Good. Come see everyone! They’ve been waiting so long to see you.”

  She looped her arm through mine, and I escorted her over to a group of gossiping old Italian women. They parted like the Red Sea and led us into their circle. I spent the next twenty minutes listening to how much older I had gotten and how I filled out, as well as how I wasn't eating enough and how I still looked so young. I smiled and nodded, appreciating that they didn't have any real questions about myself. They only asked what they wanted to know. None of the hard stuff.

  “Now Luka, you're getting to a certain age. Gloria here wants grandbabies. When are you going to settle down and find a nice girl? It would make everyone so happy.”

  Well, that was the question I wasn’t expecting. “You know me, ladies, not really a one woman man.” I shouldn’t have lied. My mother would have to find out about Vienna soon enough, she’d want to plan a big baby show. That ought to be interesting.

  My mother slapped me playfully. “You silly boy! One day, he will give me grandchildren. But until then, he should have some fun. He was away for so long.”

  They all nodded understandingly. Women were strange. I really didn't want to have a conversation on my sex life with them.

  “Mama, the bells are going to ring soon. We should take our seats.” She waved goodbye to friends and I escorted her into the church. Members of our family took up almost half of the chapel. At least ten rows were other guys like me in suits, with old Italian mothers sitting next to them. My family sat right in the front row. Another level of respect. We received communion first and were blessed by the father first. Everyone else waited behind us.

  When mass was over and we walked back outside into the summer sun, I felt free again. I never had any issues with my Catholicism before, but suddenly bringing my knife and a gun into a place of worship did not seem like the right thing to do. Besides, nothing had ever happened to us at mass. I should've just left them in my car. I saw Marco standing uncomfortably near the door, and I wondered if he felt the same way.

  “It's been a while since I've been here.”

  He nodded to me, but his eyes were elsewhere. He was always on the lookout. It was his job.

  “What did the father say? Did he ask where you’ve been?”

  I shrugged. “He told me to make sure I start coming back to confession. But I did my confessions in prison. I was one of the most religious guys in there. I didn’t want to take up all the father’s time when I got out.”

  We both laughed. A man walked up to us in a dark blue suit. I didn't recognize him. I noticed that his body was tense.

  He had sandy blonde hair and a light complexion. I looked into his eyes but there was no recognition there.

  He extended his hand to me. “I assume you’re Luka.”

  There were Jersey undertones in his speech. My body went rigid.

  “And you are?” I extended my own hand.

  “Luis, Luis Agnelli. Is there somewhere we can go and speak in private? I don't want to disturb the parishioners.”

  I lifted my hand toward the church. He nodded and walked up the steps back into the chapel. He sat down in one of the pews about halfway in. I looked over my shoulder to Marco. “No one comes in and no one comes out. Understood?”

  Marco nodded and closed the doors behind me. It was so quiet. Rarely had I come to the church when it was empty. A couple times, I'd come to pray as a teenager. Especially after Vienna had been taken. I felt small in its presence. I sat behind him and he turned around to face me. I wasn't expecting that.

  “It seems you met with one of our dealers. He wasn't very pleased. I appreciated the handiwork.”

  “I'm glad. But that doesn't tell me why you're here. We don't do business on Sundays. It’s the day of rest.”

  He put up his hands. “If it wasn't important, I wouldn’t drag you away from your family time. I only just got out of mass myself. I understand.”

  “Fine. What is it you want to talk about?”

  “You have a rat. And he is playing you.”

  “Armani…”

  “So you already know then. And Vienna? What do you know about her?”

  He was smart, and he knew too much. I couldn’t kill him here. Not in the church. I cracked my knuckles. But he couldn’t threaten the mother of my child either.

  “I think the question is here, what do you know? I haven’t seen her in years, but I recently heard she is running with your family now, is that true?”

  “Haven’t seen her, really? I’ve heard otherwise.”

  I maintained my innocence. “Why would she be here?”

  “No idea. A little crush I guess? Everyone knows you’re out. Armani has been talking.”

  “And now so have you.”

  He shrugged, “Not the same. See Armani got planted here by Roberto, to keep an eye on you. He wasn’t supposed to do any real business. But he got greedy, and he took some of my customers. I told Roberto but he won’t listen. So I figured I’d tell you, and you could take care of the problem for me.”

  “Sounds fair, you get your business back, we get revenge on a rat. But Roberto will kill you if he finds out.”

  “Doubt it.”

  Roberto killing him wasn’t my problem, why did I care?

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m the only one who knows he planted Vienna here to kill you, and if I tell the family, well, they won’t be too happy about it. We’ve been under your father’s radar doing business on these docks for three years, if he fucks that up with some personal vendetta, he’ll be the dead one.”

  “So what do you want me to do about it?”

  “You take care of Armani
. I keep my mouth shut. And this meeting never happened.”

  “Obviously.” I thought about it for only a moment. “Fine. My father is meeting with Armani tomorrow at one of our restaurants. I’ll take care of it then.”

  “Where? I want assurance the job is done.”

  “We own a restaurant, down on Fifth. Best manicotti in town. Come there at 6pm and you’ll see. But not with your crew. I hate extra people.”

  He nodded at me. “Sounds delicious. And I agree, extra guests just means extra problems. Besides this a favor for me, and me alone.”

  “Fine. I don’t want to deal with any more business today.”

  “See you around 6 PM. And just a reminder—I am the arms dealer at the table. So obviously I’ll be packing. If you don’t finish the job, I will.”

  “I wouldn’t imagine it going any other way.”

  Both of us sat there in silence for another minute or two before I stood and walked out. Marco held the door open for me and I descended the steps. I walked up behind my father. “Tomorrow’s meeting is being watched. I’m finishing this.”

  He smiled at me like I just told him a funny joke and continued his conversation with some of the other regular churchgoers. I walked to my car and started it up. There wouldn’t be any Sunday dinner for me. I had to prepare.

  Chapter 21

  Vienna

  I looked at my phone, considering calling Roberto, but also considering smashing into a million pieces. Luka hadn't shared any shiny new information in the few days that we'd been together. And if nothing had come out yet, it wasn't going to. I made a clear decision in my mind. Luka had nothing to do with my parents’ deaths.

  At least that was what I was telling myself.

  I sat at the apartment without anything else to do. I considered going out for a walk or to go do some more shopping, but everything just seemed so frivolous. I’d come out of hiding to do a job, and I hadn't been successful in my uncle’s eyes. But I decided to call him and tell him my decision anyway. It was the easiest thing to do.