Crush

by West, Heather

  I held my breath, waiting for her to freak out, but she didn’t. Her lips broke out into a smile and she snuggled a little closer into me.

  “Hey,” she said quietly, sweetly.

  I breathed a sigh of relief and settled back into bed. “Hey. How are you feeling?”

  She took a moment to assess herself, then admitted, “A little sore. But it’s the best kind of sore, so I don’t mind.” She wagged her eyebrows at me and I laughed, though I still felt a little bad about the night before.

  I guess I’d been pretty rough on her body. “Yeah, sorry about that.”

  She shrugged. “I’m not. You shouldn’t be either. I had a great time with you and I… I hope maybe we can do it again.”

  She said the last part shyly, uncertainly, as though she couldn’t decide if it was something she should say or not. I still wasn’t sure if all of this was right, but I knew that it felt right and I knew that it wasn’t going away. I thought that made it something she definitely had every right to say.

  “I’d really like that,” I told her quietly, seriously. “Does this mean you’ll reconsider us?”

  Pulling her lower lip into her mouth, she thought about it for a moment and I could feel my heart pounding into my chest. Finally, she said, “Yes, I will. I am.”

  A smile breaking across my face, I pulled her to me and placed a full, passionate kiss against her lips. When I pulled away, she was breathing heavily, and her eyes were fluttering closed. “Good. Ash, that’s all I want. You’re all I want.”

  Her eyes opened again and she nodded once. “I want you, too. I still think we need to talk about this, but… but I don’t think there’s any point in denying the way we feel. I don’t know about you, but I don’t seem to be any good at faking it.”

  I grinned at her. “I’m awful at it. The guys knew this was about a girl—some girl, they don’t know who,” I added hastily before she could freak out about it. “As soon as I confirmed it, everyone breathed a little easier. I think I’d put them on edge for a while now.”

  One more thing for me to feel bad about. I’d been a real jerk to my teammates and would have to make some apologies. I was pretty sure most of them would get over it, but I still felt pretty bad about it.

  “Sorry,” Ashley apologized, looking legitimately contrite.

  I remembered suddenly what I’d told her over the phone. I’d accused her of being the cause of all of this, of it being her fault. Worse, I’d told her that she hadn’t cared at all. I remembered that little sob she’d given just before hanging up on me and I knew it was going to eat me up for a while.

  It was true that I’d done a lot of stupid things in reaction to her and what had happened between us, but I knew better than to say it was her fault. I was a grown man now and responsible for my own actions. Whatever I thought of what was going on or how Ashley felt or what she was doing, it was definitely not her fault. I was accountable, not her.

  “You shouldn’t apologize for that,” I told her seriously, holding her in my arms. “I never should have said that crap before, you know, on the phone. It wasn’t right. You can’t control what I’m going to do.”

  She sat up and I watched as the sheet fell from her body. Her back was smooth and bare, her skin soft to the touch I knew, and because of how she was sitting, I could just see the heavy slope of her breasts.

  “I know, but I could have been more careful with what I’d done.” She glanced back at me. “I just knew that if I saw you again, you’d talk me out of it. Hell, if I saw you again, I’d probably talk me out of it. I wanted you so much—I still do—and I was trying to do the right thing.” She shook her head. “I guess that was sort of dumb, wasn’t it?”

  I grinned at her and winked. “Well, not dumb. Just pointless. There are some things you just can’t fight.”

  Biting her lower lip, she turned around so that she was facing me. My eyes went to her large breasts hanging free, her body perfect and naked. Her smile was innocent, but her eyes told me that she was feeling anything but innocent.

  She crawled towards me, using her hands to shove the covers from my body, just as bare as hers. Grinning, she settled one leg on either side of my hips, straddling me, her body held up above mine by her knees.

  I had already been getting hard just by seeing her naked body, but now that she was straddling me, her hot, tight pussy poised just above my cock, I had grown rock hard in an instant. My eyes trailed over her body, making their way over her large round tits with those perfect rose pink nipples. Trailing over her smooth, slender waist and then following it out to her large, perfectly curved hips, my eyes devoured her just as hungrily as my body was ready to do.

  When my gaze dipped lower between her legs, I saw her quivering sex and knew that she was just as eager for me as I was for her.

  My hands went to her body, trailing over her legs and thighs, dipping between them to find her slick pussy. I trailed over her moist lips softly, testing her out. I knew that I’d taken her pretty hard the night before and I wanted to make sure that her body was up for the challenge of us being together this morning.

  As my fingers slide over her, I allowed one of them to cautiously dip inside her hot core. She groaned and let her head tip back.

  “Are you sure you’re up for this?” I asked in a hoarse voice that belied just how much I wanted her to say yes. “We went at it pretty hard last night.”

  Her head fell forward again and her bright blue eyes fixed me with a determined, heated stare. “I want this and I want you. Last night was incredible. Every time with you is incredible and I want more.”

  Her hands reached between us and found my hard cock, stroking it to emphasize her point. My hips jerked involuntarily and I cursed, the sensations of her hands sliding along my shaft enough to convince me that this had to happen.

  Now.

  “Please, baby, I need to be inside you,” I told her, not caring if I sounded a little desperate. This was Ashley and she knew how bad I wanted her whether I said it or not.

  She nodded once and moved my hands to the side so that she could guide my hard member to the opening between her legs. It twitched with eager anticipation and when I felt the head of my cock touch her moist pussy lips, I almost lost it. It took everything I had not to buck my hips up into her, shoving my cock in as hard as humanly possible.

  Agonizingly slow in her movements, Ashley pushed herself down on top of me, impaling me on my hard shaft. It seemed like a slow, pleasurable torture that took an eternity before she was shoved on top of me, pressed close enough that our hips were sealed together.

  I let out a loud, low groan, my hands going to her hips. “Fucking damn it, baby,” I bit out, my heart racing and my breathing suddenly rapid. “You’re so fucking tight! You feel amazing around my cock!”

  She bit her lip and rocked her hips, gripping and slipping over my shaft at different angles, the sensations shooting up through my body like lightning.

  “I think you’re just huge,” she told me breathlessly, boosting my ego. “You’re so thick that you stretch me open every time. It’s amazing.”

  I grunted, my hips bucking upwards, encouraging her to move above me. She took the hint easily and began to lift herself slowly up off of me. She slipped off of my shaft, all of her released from her warmth, until only the head was still buried inside of her. Then she slammed herself back down on top of me and I cried out her name.

  “Ashley! Baby, fuck!”

  And that set us off. She took a slow, agonizing pace at first, enjoying torturing me, but that didn’t last for long. It couldn’t. She was clearly desperate for my cock and I was begging for a faster pace. I began to help her along, using my hands on her hips to lift her up and shove her back down onto my shaft, over and over again.

  Our bodies were shiny with sweat, our hearts I imagined pumping in time with one another, and as she rode my cock like every wet dream I’d ever had of her as a teen, our skin slapped together hotly.

  “C’mon, ba
by,” I said to her over and over again. “C’mon, ride me. Ride me, baby, ride me hard.”

  And she did.

  She bounced on my cock until her legs were shaking and her breathing was heavy, her breasts bouncing heavily as she shoved herself back down onto my cock again and again. She made herself cry out, begging for me, her hands planted on my bare chest.

  Her long golden blonde hair was wild, damp and thrown about her shoulders and breasts, moving with her rocking hips.

  My hands held tightly to her hips, noticing that I’d left bruises on them from the night before, but she didn’t mind and a small part of me was pleased that I’d left my mark on her. Mine, I thought, and I knew that now we were complete. Now she’d fulfilled every desire I’d ever had for her and only more would come from that completion. Now, I’d never be able to let her go.

  She rode me until I finally had to spill myself inside of her, roaring out my pleasure as she screamed my name. I managed to get my fingers over her clit, rubbing furiously at the tiny nub, so that she came before I was finished. And when I felt the walls of her pussy clenching around my length, I thought there could be nothing better in the world than this moment right here.

  Spent and exhausted, she collapsed on top of me, her head laying on my chest. I let my dick soften inside of her until it finally slipped out. We were a mess and I could feel my own seed slipping out of her body, but neither of us was inclined to move. We just lay there, a heap of heavy breath, pumping hearts, and shaking limbs.

  “Thank you,” I murmured, kissing her forehead.

  She barely hummed her acknowledgement before she was asleep again. I was right behind her and it was another hour before we tried to get up again.

  When we were awake, a shower was definitely in order. I found myself lying in the bed alone, actually, while Ashley was in the shower, and was a little put out that I’d missed a perfectly good opportunity to take her in the shower, too.

  It would have to be another time. I knew that I had a game tomorrow and since it was a Sunday, it would be an early game. That meant that I really needed to fly back today. I frowned at the thought. There was little I wanted more than to spend the rest of today—and tomorrow and the day after that—with Ashley, but there was no way I was going to miss that game.

  When I threw off the covers and got up, I heard the water for the shower turn off. A moment later Ashley walked out with one towel wrapped around her body and the other drying her long hair. When she saw me, she smiled brightly.

  “Hey, good morning. Again.”

  I laughed a little. “Yeah, you, too. That was some pretty great morning sex,” I commented with a waggle of my eyebrows and got her to laugh. It was a great sound.

  She walked over to me and kissed me full on the lips, but made it clear this was not a time for more sex. I was reluctant, but agreed.

  “You, too,” she answered. “Do you want some coffee?”

  “I do. Please. I’m going to get in the shower, okay?”

  She nodded and I hurriedly dove into the shower. I needed to get cleaned up and back to Boston before it was too late, but I also wanted as much time with Ashley as possible. I thought about making it happen, how I could have both at the same time, and as I was finishing up my shower, I came up with the answer.

  With a towel wrapped around my hips and my hair drip drying, I walked out to join Ashley in the kitchen. She was half dressed in a pair of panties and a t-shirt, sipping at a mug of coffee. I spied a second one on the counter.

  “Thanks,” I said picking it up.

  She smiled brightly. “You’re welcome.” As I sipped at it, she asked, “Do you have any plans for today? I thought maybe I could show you around…?”

  She sounded hesitant but hopeful, and I suddenly felt bad that I had to leave so soon after getting here. I hoped that she would consider my suggestion. “Actually, I’ve got to get back. I’ve got a game tomorrow and it won’t be a night game obviously.”

  Ashley’s expression abruptly turned neutral and I knew she was trying to not be angry with me.

  Holding up my hand to encourage her to keep her cool, I said, “Hold up. I was going to ask you… if you’d come with me. The team springs for the hotel, but even if they didn’t, I’d get you a room. That is, if you don’t want to stay with me. And I’d get you a ticket for the game. You could watch me play and we could still hang out, that way I don’t have to just, um, fuck and run?”

  Ashley softened a little at my joke and shook her head. I could see that she was mulling the offer over in her head. Finally, she said, “I would love to Danny. I want to get as much time with you as possible, but…”

  I frowned. “But what?”

  “I can’t say yes until you get the okay from your doctor to play.”

  My eyebrows rose in surprise and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Really? That’s your only stipulation?”

  She nodded her head. “Yes. I’m not going to watch you put yourself in harm’s way over something so stupid. I…” She took a deep breath and finished, “I love you.”

  For a moment, I just stared at her blankly. I love you. The words rolled around in my head uncertainly until I finally was able to process them. I’d thought them a dozen times myself in the last few days, though I’d fought hard against them. But I hadn’t dared imagine that she might turn around and say them back to me. I never would have thought that… that she would be able to feel that for me.

  Swallowing, I said, “I love you, too, Ashley.” Smiling a little, I added, “I always thought I’d tell you first.”

  She laughed and, leaning across the counter, we kissed.

  When she pulled back she said, “But I’m serious. If the doctor says no, you’re not playing.”

  I nodded. “Deal.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  I packed a bag quickly. When Danny had offered for me to come with him for his game, I was ecstatic, though I worked hard to keep the excitement off of my face. I didn’t want him to know how much I really wanted to stay with him, to spend time with him. We’d had years together as kids, but so much of that felt like wasted time. We were in different years and ran with different crowds; everything seemed to be working against us, encouraging us to be apart, rather than to truly get any time together.

  And of course, there was no way in hell either of us was prepared to acknowledge much less act on our mutual feelings for one another.

  I love you.

  I was still reeling from the admission that I was in love with my stepbrother. Once upon a time, I thought I would never have the courage to admit something like that to someone. And to Danny? Up until last night, I hadn’t been willing to even admit to myself that I felt that way about him, no matter what kind of sex we had together.

  Danny said we wouldn’t be gone too many days, but there was the possibility that, if I could take off that much time at work, I might go with him for more away games.

  I told him that I’d need to be back after this game—I did have work and while Phil was a very understanding man as far as bosses went, there was only so much leeway he would give me and I needed a permanent job to pay rent—but that I would think about it in the future.

  Besides, I wasn’t sure how comfortable everything would be once the team knew I was around.

  Would they know I was there? And if they did, would any of them recognize me as a family member rather than a girlfriend?

  The uncertainty twisted my stomach into knots, but I pushed it aside. I had promised to give this a real chance and I was going to stick to that promise. Especially since it was clear now that both of us had feelings that ran much deeper than lust.

  I was determined to see this through. Maybe we could make this all work out somehow.

  I was deliberately pushing aside thoughts of my father. As of yet, I hadn’t come up with any way to make things alright concerning him and I knew this wasn’t something that we could keep a secret from him for forever, but I couldn’t think about that right now. I woul
d just take a moment to appreciate this time with Danny and then we could start dealing with the hard stuff.

  Throwing in a couple of comfy shirts, one of my nicer Packers shirts, two pairs of jeans and a pair of sweats—I wouldn’t be gone long, but just in case we decided to extend the trip or I spilled something in a moment of clumsiness—into my NYC duffle bag, I did a quick check to see if there was anything else I would need.

  The toiletries I’d have to pick up once we got there. There was no liquid or gel of any kind allowed on planes now, so I’d have to pick those up, and I didn’t even want to risk the deodorant. So I’d just make Danny stop as soon as we arrived. I had my brush packed along with several hair ties. I brought some makeup, too. Just the powdered stuff and my mascara. I wouldn’t need more than that anyway.

  That was it. I couldn’t think of anything else I might need. Just my shoes.