PLAYED: A BRITISH BAD BOY ROMANCE

by Wild, Nikki

  “Since you saved me.”

  “Saved you?” I didn’t remember much saving.

  “The… rapists, in the alley,” she cautiously reminded me. “I was going to be assaulted and probably left for dead, but you found me… you came for me, and you rescued me from them.”

  I faintly remembered something like that, but it was incredibly faint. Did I? I flexed my knuckles, feeling them ache. It was the kind of ache from battering them against the skulls of predatory, low-life scum.

  “Are you okay?” I asked her.

  Riley smiled softly. It was maybe the first genuine, sincere smile that I’d seen out of her. “Yeah. I think I’m pretty great.”

  “Fantastic to hear, love,” I smiled back.

  “Listen… how long are you going to be in America?” Riley asked me, hovering near the edge of my bed. She looked pensive, tentatively awaiting my answer.

  “You know, I’m not quite sure… weeks, probably. I can’t stay too long, the season starts back up in a month and a half… and I’m going to have to keep in shape, regardless of where I am.”

  “Oh. I see.” She looked crestfallen.

  “Listen, a month and a half, that’s a long time, right?” I replied, sensing her withdraw back into herself. Dammit, it took this long to get her to retreat out of that shell… the last thing I need is to lose her now.

  “Well, not really, when you think about it,” Riley told me. “I’d actually say that it’s not a whole lot of time at all.”

  “I want to see more of you,” I blurted out, surprised by myself. Riley was apparently startled as well, as she looked at me curiously and with a rather analytical gaze.

  “Do you?”

  “Yeah,” I reiterated. “Only if you think you can handle it.”

  “I can handle myself,” she retorted, “with the notable exception of last night. Call that the exception that proves the rule.”

  “You know… I like you,” I confessed. “The other night was fantastic, and I hope to experience more of those… And less nights that end in a hospital bed…”

  Riley hesitated, looking at me with a clear conflict of emotions in her head. Finally, she looked me in the eyes with a startlingly vulnerable gaze, and she spoke: “…Yeah.” Adding a nod, she continued: “I think I’d like that.”

  I nodded back, letting a small grin curve up the corners of my lips. “I think I’d like that too.”

  The door popped open not five seconds later, and a very flustered Jess was upon me like wildfire.

  “Lex, what the fuck? Can I not leave you alone for fookin’ five goddamn minutes without you disappearing on me? And this time… this time, you’re in the hospital?”

  “It was for a worthy cause,” I replied, taking Riley’s hand. Her fingers flinched, but she kept her hand in mine.

  Jess glanced back and forth between us. “So… are one of you going to start talking about why my friend is in a hospital bed right now, or am I going to have to threaten to beat him halfway to death with a brick to get answers?”

  “Riley was cornered by a spot of trouble,” I answered simply. “I took care of it. Might have gotten a few scrapes in the process.”

  “He’s being modest,” Riley elaborated.

  “Am I… am I hearing that right?” Jess laughed as she turned back to me, almost in hysterics. “Modest? You? Do you even know how to be modest? You couldn’t even find it in a dictionary, yeah?”

  “I was dragged into an alley,” Riley told her with complete conviction. “There were two of them, and I couldn’t fight them off. Lex found me and fought them off. If he’d been fifteen seconds later…”

  Jess went completely silent, staring at me. She looked a very compelling mixture of shocked, appalled, and downright horrified.

  “Lex… is this… is this true?”

  “More or less,” I shrugged.

  “Cor blimey,” she muttered, holding her head in her hand. “I’m gonna need a stiff pint after hearing that…” She turned to Riley again, looking at her as if for the first time.

  I had to remind myself that, besides a fleeting occasion, it was the first time.

  “You look like hell,” Jess finally told her. “You look like you haven’t had a good night’s sleep in… a day? Two? What, have you been here the entire time?”

  Riley nodded. “Yeah.”

  “What? Why?”

  “Because I didn’t know how to reach you, I don’t know where he’s staying, and I didn’t think he had anyone else nearby who could care for him. Besides… he’d just saved my life.”

  Jess tried to hide it, but I could see how she beamed. She couldn’t resist making quick, fleeting eye contact with me.

  “Listen, I know that it’s been a rough couple of days for you… Riley,” she started. “But I thought my only friend in this country was laying dead in a ditch somewhere. If it’s not too much, can I have a couple of minutes alone with him?”

  Riley turned to me. I halfway expected her to be indignant, but she looked somewhat relieved. “I could use a bathroom and some coffee. Do you need anything from out there?”

  “I think I’m good.”

  “Alright. I’ll be back in ten.”

  She nodded cordially to Jess as she left us in the room alone. As soon as the door clicked, I tossed the bedding off and made my way towards the connected bathroom.

  “This is perfect,” Jess commented over the sound of my filled bladder of piss hitting water. “She adores you now. Not hard to see why.”

  “Why do you sound so pleased with yourself?” I asked warily, washing my hands in the sink.

  “You saved her life, Lex. This is exactly the kind of publicity we need you to have. I’m already writing the bylines now… maybe I can whip up something to send over to the boys tonight…”

  I popped the door open and began walking uneasily back across the room to my clothes. “Absolutely not.”

  Jess reacted as if she were a behaving child, and I’d just ripped her favourite toy from her and slipped it well out of reach. “But why not? Surely there’s a police report or something, I don’t even really need to ask her anything else. She just told me everything I needed to know to finish your write-up…”

  “You’re not exploiting what happened to her in order to make me look better,” I explained sternly.

  “But nothing happened, thanks to your timely and heroic intervention,” Jess protested. “And besides, where the fuck is this Lex coming from? Used to be that you’d take anything that made you look better.”

  “I don’t follow,” I replied, slipping some of my possessions into my blazer and slacks pockets.

  “The Patrovo Corporation contract, you ruddy idiot,” Jess hissed. She nodded towards the door. “You need shit like this to make you look better in their eyes. Has Alistair Pritch ever saved anyone from rape? Who knows! But now Lightning Lex Lambert has! All of a sudden, you’re right at the top of the pile, where we both know you deserve to be.”

  “Not like this,” I reprimanded her. “Absolutely not like this. I forbid it.”

  “You forbid it?”

  “I do,” I snarled, stepping closer to her. “You are not to exploit this woman to further your agenda of representing me.”

  “For God’s sake, exploiting her is why I told you to go find her again! You pay me to do this,” Jess retorted. “The agenda feeds me. That agenda. The agenda that keeps the British public pleased with you. Did you forget that you’re a loose cannon? You need me to pick up after you, Lex! Without me doing my job, you’d never get that sponsorship in your wildest dreams!”

  “I am not telling you to not do your job,” I hissed, practically dribbling acid around my lips. “I am telling you that you leave Riley Ricketts out of it. Are we clear?”

  “You’ve got it bad for this one, don’t you?” Jess asked. I could see some revelation unfolding in her eyes.

  “I’m not letting anyone – you included – take this traumatic thing she’s experienced and force h
er to live it publicly, going through it again and again,” I told her. “It’s not the right thing to do.”

  Jess shook her head. “She’s gotten into your brain, man. You never troubled yourself with what the right thing to do would be. You’re changing.”

  “So what if I am?” I demanded.

  “I’m not saying you’re changing for the worse, Lex,” Jess clarified, her tone softening as she looked into my eyes. “I’m saying that it’s for the better. Whatever you two have, whatever you’re doing… you need to capitalize on this.”

  “You’re not exploiting–”

  “Not me, you,” she told me. “Don’t you dare let this one slip away from you, Lex. You need her. She’s going to show you how to be better than who you are… and even when this thing between you both ends, you’ll come away from it a stronger, greater man for it.”

  I thought on this as we heard a knock at the door. Jess mouthed the words, “Think about it,” and then walked over and let Riley back into the room.

  “Oh, you’re… up,” Riley commented.

  “I think it’s time we get out of here, don’t you think?” I flashed her a smile. “We could both use a clean, soft place to sleep.”

  “That sounds good,” Riley nodded.

  Jess suddenly realized that she was the third wheel, and clasped her hands together. “Well. I think that I’ve taken up enough of your time now… it’s good to see that you haven’t dropped dead somewhere,” she laughed nervously. Her eyes darted back and forth between the two of us, and she took herself a deep breath.

  “Jess, calm down,” I commanded her lightly. “You’ve been itching to see more of New Orleans. Take a guided tour! Hit some pubs, yeah? Get your tourist bullshit out of the way.”

  I walked over to the tired American woman, placing the backs of my knuckles against her cheek. “I think my friend here can keep me out of trouble from now on… wouldn’t you agree, Riley?”

  Riley afforded me a small smile.

  “Yeah, I think I can probably manage that.”

  “So it’s settled, then,” I turned back to my secret publicist. With a mystical wave of my fingers, I let my voice boom: “I hereby release you, Jessica Partridge, of your bindings. From this moment forth until your services are needed once more, you are free to wander the port of New Orleans, out from under my oppressive reign.”

  Jess did a slow twirl and lifted her fingertips, pretending to rise out from a spell. “It’s over!” She chortled. “Your evil magic is gone! Now, I’m free! Free to not incessantly worry about your constant stream of bullshit!”

  Jess and I shared a heavy laugh.

  Even Riley looked cheerful.

  Chapter 7

  Riley

  Upwards of an hour later, streetcar ride and all, I was leading Lex Lambert up to my apartment. It didn’t occur to me until I was unlocking the door that he hadn’t seen it… and that we’d been in his hotel room for last time.

  This time was going to be a little different.

  Lex didn’t get the apartment tour. What he did get, however, was shown my bedroom, where I pushed him down onto the side of my queen-sized bed.

  “You’re feeling a bit frisky, aren’t you?” Lex muttered huskily, clearly already knowing where this was going.

  “Shut up,” I told him as I sank to my knees in front of him.

  “You’re moving rather quickly today–”

  I paused, glaring up at him.

  “Lex, let me ask you something: do you want your cock in my mouth, or not?”

  He instantly shut up.

  “That’s a good boy.”

  I ripped at his slacks, unzipping the fabric and helping him kick off his shoes and remove his socks again. He shifted his hips so that I could tug the pants down, leaving him in his boxers, his button-up shirt, tie, and blazer.

  “That just looks goofy. Get up.”

  “I – what?”

  “Get up, take everything off, and sit back down again,” I commanded. “Or else I’ll just shred all of that stuff off of you, and it looks a little on the expensive side…”

  Lex took the hint, standing up to disrobe out of his clothes. Everything wound up over the back of my chair, and he was soon relaxing backwards in bed as I crept between his thighs.

  His cock looked even bigger in the light. My hand was positively tiny by comparison, but I wrapped my fingers around it, squeezing lightly before giving it a few good strokes.

  Already, a bead of precum was forming a pearlescent droplet at the tip of his crown. Eagerly unwilling to waste the gift, I pressed the tip of my tongue against his head, licking the salty bead from the engorged head.

  Between that and beginning to stroke him with gusto, Lex leaned his head back into my pillows, groaning with satisfaction.

  Before he could grow bored with this, I shifted my fist further down his cock and enveloped the head with my lips. I was unwilling to test how much of him I could take inside just yet, but I wanted to feel his cum spurt out across my tongue, filling my mouth… and I knew that I could definitely get him off to do it.

  “Riley…” Lex groaned, clenching one eye as he glanced down at me. With my fingertips, I threaded some strands of hair behind my ear, descending further down his cock with my mouth. “Seeing that just makes me even harder,” he continued to groan.

  I believed it, feeling how rigid he was inside my mouth. My tongue lapped away around his cock as I took in his essence, eagerly worshipping his thick, juicy erection with my lips, my tongue, my breath… every part of me wanted to please this rugged man who had protected and saved me.

  My lips descended faster now, and I found myself rolling into a rhythm as I flicked my tongue along beneath the crest of his head. I felt him groan once more, eager for more of my mouth. His hands pressed down onto my head, fingers intertwining into my locks and wrapping around my scalp.

  I obliged him, diving a little deeper, swallowing down more of Lex’s cock. I placed my trust in him, letting him guide me now, dictating the motions and the tempo by which my lips pressed down around his throbbing member.

  To my surprise, he was gentler than expected. I feared that he might try to force me to take much more of him inside than I could handle, but that wasn’t the case at all. He respected my limits – pushing me closer towards them, but never overstepping.

  It only made me want to please him more.

  My first continued rolling down the length of his slickened erection as I pumped my lips down the rock-hard weapon, purely at the behest of his hands upon my head. Every inch of my body craved him now, demanding his touch, his pressure, and the sensation of him inside me once more.

  He released his hands as I lifted my lips off of his cock, a thin trail of saliva connecting them to the glistening head. Rolling my curled fist over his head to stroke the most sensitive folds, I placed my tongue at the bottom of his shaft and licked my way up, then back down, taking one of his large, bouncing globes into my mouth and sucking.

  “Oof,” he murmured, letting his head glide backwards into the pillows again. “You’re incredible…”

  I took the compliment with a small smile, sucking on the other testicle instead now as I continued rolling my cupped palm around the head of his cock.

  His hands clenched down into my shoulders, and I knew that he was getting closer to the edge. In response, I quickened my speed, sucking and stroking his magnificent tool until I could sense his body begin to shift and his chest begin to groan.

  “I’m about to…”

  My hands clasped onto his thighs and dug into the skin, and I took down as much of his cock as I could handle – a little over half. As I lightly rolled my mouth around it, I felt his throbbing tool spasm, and rope after rope of his steaming, salty seed pumped across the back of my throat.

  “God… fucking… shit!” He gasped out, his hands claiming my scalp again, holding my head down as his body went rigid with passion.

  As the last few drops of cum spurted across my tong
ue, Lex began to slacken his limbs. He released a great, heavy sigh, relaxing completely into the bed with his cock still between my lips… and a massive smile across his own.

  I plucked his cock free from my mouth and swallowed the last traces of his gift. I immediately proceeded to lick his pole clean, polishing the shaft to completion with my tongue.

  “That was… absolutely incredible,” Lex murmured in drained satisfaction. “You are brilliant at that, Riley.”

  I knelt up from between his legs on the bed and curled up beside his great, naked form, tracing his cut muscles with my fingertips. “Glad you enjoyed yourself. I figured it was the very least that I could___–”