by B. B. Hamel
First it was the janitor that cock blocked me. I knew she wanted it that night, and I had been about to take what I needed. Now it was the damn fucking mob trying to give me my money.
I almost wanted to tell the bastards to wait. Almost. If I weren’t doing this for her benefit, I just might have rescheduled.
But this money was for her. I wasn’t going to touch a dime of it, not until our baby was born. Maybe five grand wasn’t enough for us to live on, but it was definitely a lot of money, enough to get started at least.
I saw a pair of lights approaching down the road. A black car pulled into the parking lot. It slowly came to a stop across from me. The engine shut off and a door opened.
A tall man got out, a man I didn’t recognize. He walked toward me carrying a black duffel bag.
“Gibson?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
He nodded. “I recognize you. Good game, kid.”
“Thanks. Who are you?”
“My name is Rafa,” he said. “I’ll be handling your shit from now on.”
“What happened to the other guy?”
“Nothing happened to him. It’s just that he’s a small fish. I’m a much bigger fucking fish. Get it?”
“I get it.” I nodded at the bag. “Is that my money?”
“It sure as fuck is.” He tossed me the bag. I caught it and opened up the zipper.
It was full of cash.
“That’s five grand,” he said.
“Good. Should I count it?”
He laughed. “You can trust me.”
I frowned at that. “I don’t owe you shit,” I said. “And I don’t trust you.”
“I hear you. But we should try and be friends.”
“Okay then. We’re friends. That all you needed?”
“Hold on now, Gibson.” Rafa grinned at me. He was about my height and my size, and there was something dangerous about him. The first man I’d met so far had seemed soft, but there was an edge to Rafa. I wasn’t afraid of him, but I was cautious. “I have a proposal for you.”
“Okay,” I said. “I’m listening.”
“You did a real good job. We made a nice little profit from this. I believe we could have a beautiful relationship going forward.”
“I don’t want a relationship,” I said. “I just need money. I wanted a fucking loan.”
“Fuck the loan,” he said, waving a hand. “The loan would be garbage. We’d gouge you like crazy, never let you go. Fuck the loan.”
“Gouge me?” I asked. “Like you’re trying to do now?”
He grinned huge. “You’re smart.”
“Yeah.”
“Okay then. Out of respect, I’ll skip the bullshit and play this straight.”
“I appreciate that.”
“We want you to throw a game. We’re willing to pay you fifty thousand dollars.”
I stared at him, not sure what to say.
That was a lot of money. Fifty thousand dollars sure as hell beat five grand, and it would be enough to give Avery and the baby a seriously good start to their life.
But throw an entire game?
I couldn’t imagine it. Throwing a half was bad enough, but throwing an entire game, even just one single game, could fuck my career. Depending on the opponent, Coach might bench me completely, and then I’d be done.
Throwing a game was dangerous, but the money equaled the danger.
“I have to think about it,” I told him.
“Okay, okay. I hear you. I didn’t expect you to say yes right off the bat. But listen, we’ll even let you choose which game to throw. How’s that sound?”
I shrugged. “It sounds better.”
“Okay then. You think and you get back to me. My card is in the bag.”
“Will do.”
He nodded, turned, and got into his car. He started it up, backed out, and slowly drove away.
I stared after him, my mind warring with itself. I needed that money, but I couldn’t throw a game. Or maybe I could if it was the right game and the season was going a certain way. Maybe I could throw a game if it just didn’t matter all that much in the long run.
This was dangerous, so fucking dangerous, but as I headed back toward campus, I hefted the bag in my hands.
Five grand. No matter what, I had this money and could use it on Avery and the baby. Every dime of this was for them.
I got out my phone and sent her a text. It was almost eleven, but maybe she’d still be awake. I felt elated, excited, and conflicted. I needed to see her, and I still felt her ringing in my blood.
Campus wasn’t far away, and neither was Avery.
18
Avery
“Listen, I think we should go out.”
I looked up at Harper and slowly shook my head. “I don’t think so.”
“Come on, I won’t drink, either. We can be the sober losers standing in the corner.”
“What’s the point?”
“You can’t keep just moping around here. So he had to go. So what?”
I sighed and shook my head. Gibson had disappeared the second we kissed, and I just had no desire to go out. I was tired and lonely and frustrated, and I had no interest in going to some awful house party. Those were barely fun when I could drink; I couldn’t imagine what they’d be like sober.
“It’s not just that,” I said. “I’m just a pregnant weirdo. I don’t feel like going to a house party.”
She sighed. “Okay then. Suit yourself. I’m going out, though.”
“Good. Have fun.”
“I’ll try. But seriously, call or text me if you want me to come home.” She shook her head. “I hate leaving you’re here like this.”
I laughed. “Harps, it’s okay. I’m the pregnant one. At least you should have a good time while you can.”
She smiled. “Great point. See you later.” She left the apartment, and I was alone.
I didn’t mind. I really did want her to have a life. Just because I was pregnant and couldn’t have fun anymore didn’t mean she needed to sacrifice her life for me. She was already an incredible help with everything. At the very least she should go out on a weekend night.
Besides, I had everything I needed: comfortable clothes, comfortable couch, comfortable blanket, and entertaining, comfortable reality TV all night long. What else could a pregnant college girl need?
I stared at the television but kept thinking about Gibson. I didn’t know what that kiss meant or what could have been so important to pull him away in that moment. His lips had felt incredible against mine, and everything about him drove me absolutely wild. But there was something else going on with him, something he wasn’t telling me about. That was pretty obvious.
The image of his ex-girlfriend kneeling down in front of him came back to me. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was her who had called him. Or maybe he had a bunch of girls like that. It wouldn’t exactly surprise me, considering how he walked around campus like a hero or something.
But he did end up at my apartment, and I did hear him turning her down pretty loudly.
I was sitting there, frustrated and lonely, when my phone started to buzz. I ignored it at first, assuming it was Harper feeling bad for leaving. That girl needed to spread her wings and fly away to the closest place serving beer, and stat. She was a good friend, but really, there were limits.
The buzzing didn’t stop, though. Eventually I grabbed my phone, determined to turn it off.
Instead, I saw Gibson’s name.
There was a text and two missed calls from him. I quickly called him back.
“Avery,” he said when he answered. “I was worried you were asleep.”
I looked at the clock on the cable box. “It’s only eleven thirty,” I said.
“I don’t know. I hear you pregnant ladies go to bed early.”
“Not when us pregnant ladies are young and beautiful.”
He laughed. “Listen, I want to see you.”
“Right now?”
I sighed. “I don’t know. This pregnant lady is young and beautiful, but she’s also tired.”
“I know I’m an asshole for running out on you, but I’ll make it worth your while if you come see me.”
“Where are you?”
“Standing by the statue.”
“I don’t know.”
“Come on, the night is beautiful and nobody is around. Come meet me.”
“Fine. I’ll be there soon.”
“Can’t wait.” He hung up.
I sighed and got off the couch, my stomach a mess of butterflies. I quickly went into my bedroom, threw on some clothes, and fixed myself in the bathroom mirror. Ten minutes later, I was ready in record time. I headed out the door, grabbed my bike from out front, and headed to campus.
It was a short ride, maybe five minutes, over smooth pavement. I realized that I’d need to stop riding my bike eventually, maybe in a few months when I began to show a little bit. I pushed that thought out of my head when I saw the stadium up ahead.
I took the right-hand path and skirted along the stadium. I slowed down as I saw the statue up ahead.
Gibson was leaning against the base, a black duffel bag at his feet. He stood up and grinned as I approached.
“I’m glad you showed up,” he said.
“I was pretty bored, I guess.”
“You’d have to be to meet a boy out in the middle of the night.”
“This boy is pretty safe,” I said, parking my bike and getting off.
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”
“What did you want to see me here for?”
“I wanted to tell you something.”
I walked over to him and leaned against the statue. He leaned next to me, our shoulders touching.
“What?” I asked.
“I just wanted you to know that no matter what happens, I’m here for you. I’m broke right now, but I’m working on getting some money for you and the baby.”
I shook my head. “Gibson, seriously, you don’t need to do that. I have money, and the medical stuff will be mostly covered by the university.”
“Mostly isn’t totally. Babies are expensive, Avery, and I’m not letting you do it alone.”
“You have enough to worry about.”
He smirked at me. “Maybe I like worrying about you.”
I stared up at him, and the kiss from earlier came rushing back into my mind. “Why?” I asked him. “You don’t owe me anything. Why are you doing all of this for me?”
“You make me feel something I thought I had lost,” he said.
“What’s that?”
He leaned forward, taking my chin. “Hope. I’m not perfect, Avery, but you and this baby, maybe it’s something I can do that’s bigger than me, something more important than football.”
I stared at him, surprised by the depth he was showing me. I thought he was just some silly jock, but Gibson was constantly surprising me.
I kissed him. I couldn’t wait another second. I threw my arms around him and pressed my lips against his. He wrapped his strong arms around my waist and pulled me against him.
There was nobody else around. Campus was totally empty, since most people were out at parties, and nobody had any reason to walk past. Besides, we were in the shadows, hidden from the main path. I pressed my body hard against his, kissing his rough mouth, his tongue and lips working against mine. I felt a rush run through me again, that same rush I always felt with him. I couldn’t help myself when he pulled me tight.
Gibson took me places I had never experienced before. Gibson made me feel things I couldn’t even begin to explain. He was a mystery and an asshole, a cocky bastard with a gorgeous body. I could barely understand where he came from and all the hardships he dealt with in his life.
Which was why I could hardly understand why it was me. I didn’t understand why he was doing all of this for me, if it was just because of the baby or if it was something else.
But it didn’t matter. In the end, he was doing it for me. He was here for me, kissing me, pulling me against his hard body. That was all that mattered.
He began to kiss my neck and then easily unbuttoned my jeans. I felt his hands slip beneath my panties. His fingers found my soaking pussy and began to gently work my clit in slowly circles.
“Oh shit,” I gasped. “Gibson.”
“I knew you’d be soaked,” he said. “You’ve been wet as hell since the moment we met.”
“My apartment is empty,” I said. “Take me back there.”
“No,” he said, slipping two fingers deep inside me. I gasped again, holding his ripped arms tightly. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m taking you right here.”
“We can’t,” I protested, but he began to work my pussy, rubbing my clit and then fucking my pussy, his lips kissing my neck. “We’re in public.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t like that,” he said, smirking. “I can see it in your eyes. You want me to fuck this pussy right here where anyone could find us.”
“Gibson,” I gasped, and then kissed him hard. I had to admit that he was right. I was beyond excited by the idea of him taking me right here. I wanted his thick cock between my legs and had been desperate for it ever since I first met him.
I was afraid, but I was so excited. That excitement completely overwhelmed anything else as he worked my pussy, his fingers deep inside me.
“I want you pressed up against this statue, your dripping wet pussy in the air, begging for my big dick.”
He stood up and pulled me by the hand around behind the statue, putting it between the main path and us. We were blocked on both sides by large bushes and by the statue. It almost felt like our own private little room, but the excitement of getting caught was still there.
He pushed me up against the statue, sitting me down on the ledge. He easily worked my jeans off and slid my panties down around my ankles. His hand was instantly between my legs, working my wet pussy. The stone felt cold beneath my ass, but I didn’t care so long as he kept working me, fucking my little pussy with his fingers.
His lips felt amazing, and I loved his taste as he worked me. My hands slowly roamed down his body until I found his cock, hard as hell, pressing up against his jeans. I began to stroke him, and he grunted his pleasure into my mouth.
I couldn’t help but moan, though I tried to be as quiet as possible. His fingers felt incredible, pressing deep inside of my soaking wet pussy, working up along my clit. Pleasure rocketed through my body, sending shivers along my spine. I could barely think as he kept working me.
“You like when I fuck this little pussy with my fingers, don’t you?” he whispered. “I love listening to you try not to moan, but I think you want to get caught.”
“No!” I gasped. “I don’t!”
“I think you do, you dirty girl. You want everyone to see you sucking my big fat cock.” He reached down and unzipped his jeans. I bit my lip as he pulled them down, revealing his hard cock, standing straight. I grasped him with both hands and slowly began to jerk his shaft.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “I love when you work this fucking cock. You’re always so fucking hungry for it.”
I dropped to my knees, sliding off the cold stone. I was dripping wet, and part of me really did want to get caught. I began to suck his cock, sliding his big tip between my lips, sucking him hard. I worked him with my tongue, taking his thick cock down my throat.
I wanted someone to see us. I wanted someone to catch me sucking Gibson’s big cock. I wanted everyone to know how dirty I was and how much I loved taking his cock down my throat. That thought drove me absolutely wild, and I began to suck his cock faster and harder, not caring about anything but this moment.
I used my spit to jerk his shaft, not afraid to suck his cock nice and sloppy. He groaned, clearly loving it, and pressed my head farther down.
“I love feeling my cock in your throat,” he said. “You dirty fucking girl.”
“You have such pretty lips all wrapped around this cock,” he said. “You love sucking me off in public. You’re going fucking wild for it, aren’t you?”
I pulled back, taking a deep breath, jerking him off. His eyes were burning down at me with lust and desire.
He reached down and practically lifted me up. He kissed me hard, our bodies pressed together, as his hand began to work my pussy again.
“I need you to fuck me,” I gasped at him. “Oh shit, Gibson, please. Fuck my little pussy.”
He grinned and grabbed his jeans. He pulled a condom from his pocket, but I reached out and stopped him.
“We don’t need it,” I said.
He frowned at me. “Are you sure.”
“I’m sure. I want to feel you, Gibson. I trust you. Plus, you already got me pregnant.”
He smirked at me. “Good point.” He pressed me back against the statue’s base again, sitting me back up on the ledge. He lifted my legs up, pressing one foot flat. I leaned my back up against the statue’s legs as his arms wrapped around my lower back.
“I’ve been thinking about this,” he whispered in my ear as he slowly slid his cock inside me, “since that night in my truck.”
“Fuck,” I moaned as his cock slowly filled me.
“Shit, Avery,” he said. “You’re so fucking wet. I love this soaking pussy wrapped around my cock.”
“I love feeling you,” I said as he slowly pressed deeper and deeper and then pulled slowly back, kissing my neck. He was so thick I could barely breath. Every inch of me was filled to the brim with his cock. I was full of his big dick, his body against mine, his smell in my brain.
He began to work slowly in and out as pleasure rocked around my body. “God damn, fucking you skin on skin. Nothing is fucking better than this tight pussy around my cock.”
“I want to come on your dick so badly,” I moaned.
He began to fuck me harder, deeper, holding me tightly against him. I wasn’t even thinking about someone catching us anymore, but I was still smart enough not to make too much noise. I loved feeling his cock inside me, no condom between us, just our bodies working together. It was incredible, the pleasure moving through me.