Train: A Bad Boy Sports Romance

by Autumn Avery

  "The cats sound a lot better than you," I retorted.

  He cut me off in front of the door. "I'm not going to let you throw away a good thing like this, girl." He smirked.

  I could tell he legitimately believed he was the hottest shit on the planet. He didn't think he was a fat balding stereotype of some sort, he thought he was a hell of a catch.

  "Seriously, move your fat ass."

  "The only fat ass I want to see move is yours, bouncing up and down in front of me," he said, again making with the stupid eyebrow movements.

  His audacity continued, him reaching around and pinching me in the ass he wanted to see so dearly.

  Rage was building fast. I always thought myself as a girl who was in damn good control of her temper. It took a lot to fluster me.

  Or so I thought.

  "Firm with just the amount of softness, me likey," he grinned.

  That was it. I didn't care if it was illegal, I wanted my knuckles imprinted on his cheek.

  "What's going on, babe?"

  My anger was suddenly interrupted by confusion. Another man had shown up, and thrown his arm across my shoulder.

  I should have been pissed someone else was touching me without my permission, but I don't even think that thought entered my head. I looked at the new man in the picture.

  Man was most definitely the right word. His arms... man, they were absolutely jacked. Not to the point of veins looking like they were about to pop, but absolute pure muscle. The shoulders that were side by side with mine made me feel meek and kinda powerless next to him. Messy, delightful, sexy hair that I wanted to pull on in the throes of passion. Eyes that were fixed on me, looking at me with a wisdom I never would have expected for a man built like this.

  Wait, sexy hair I wanted to pull on in the throes of passion? I had just looked at this guy and I was already having sexual fantasies about him?

  The hell was wrong with me?

  "Excuse me? I was talking to this lady," the fat man said.

  "This lady here is my girlfriend. Looked like you were trying to pick up my woman."

  "Well, um," he paused, now with someone twice his size bearing down on him. "It's her right to choose, you know. Maybe she wants to be with me."

  "That's not the case is it, babe?"

  I looked at the new man, and at the creep. Girlfriend? This man had a lot of audacity himself to be calling me that.

  Until, well, I started to realize his gambit. "Why, no, um, honey," I said, instantly realizing I wouldn't call a boyfriend who looked like him honey of all things, "I would never leave you for a guy like him."

  "Oh, um," Creep stuttered. He stepped away, muttering his next words low, but not quiet enough so I couldn't hear him. "Another spoiled bitch falling for a ‘roided up lunkhead..."

  Apparently I wasn't the only one who overheard the creepy bastard's comments. "What was that, buddy? You say something about my girl?"

  "Um, uh..." He forced a grin.

  "Ralph? Ralph, what the hell are you doing in here?!" A woman called out from afar. Coming out from behind the bar was a woman holding a frying pan, and holding it in a way where she was planning on using it as an improvised weapon. "Get the fuck out of here before I call the police."

  Me and my 'boyfriend' exchanged glances of confusion. Then I looked at him longer, because I really quite enjoyed looking at him.

  "Fuck, stuck-up bitches!" Creep shouted out, rushing past us and out of the door.

  The bar tender came up to us, now with the pan at a less hostile position. "I'm so sorry, fellas. We've been dealing with that perv for months."

  "Months?" I asked.

  "Yeah, he's some sort of sex offender or whatever. Well, um, I don't think he's on a list yet, but he's been banned from every traditional college and twenty-somethings bar in town."

  "I have a hard time believing anyone would buy what he's selling," I replied.

  "That's why I don't think he's on the list officially yet. He's one of those weirdos who goes on about how he gets older but college girls always stay exactly the same."

  "Jesus," my 'boyfriend' said. "You think about hiring a bouncer or something?"

  "Not necessary. He's a coward. This frying pan is the only security I need against him." She smirked. "I do have to apologize for it. Hit me up at the bar, and I'll get you a drink on the house. Need more cute couples like you two coming around. Makes for a good atmosphere."

  "Um, actually," I said, thinking of trying to correct her.

  My 'boyfriend' was quicker. Pulling me closer, and pinching my ass. This ass pinch didn't make my skin crawl, though. In fact it was the furthest thing from it. "Thanks," he said. "I'm sure me and my girl will take you up on that."

  "Good, good. Have a nice night, you two." She winked, and then returned to her post behind the counter.

  I was then, finally, alone with my 'boyfriend' for the very first time.

  Sure, I pushed away from him, and looked at him with shock, but I was sort of shocked how slow I was about it. Like I was enjoying being in his side-hug a little bit too much.

  "Um, sorry," I said, realizing I was a bit sudden and rough with my departure from him. "Thanks, I guess. I was trying to shake that guy for a bit."

  "It's no problem," he replied. He didn't seem phased by my awkwardness. "I can't let a pretty girl like you be harassed by a scumbag like that."

  I involuntarily shot him a playful glare. "What, if I wasn't pretty, you'd allow it?"

  "That's not what I meant." I managed to get a smirk out of him.

  "Did you really need to make the bar tender think we're in a relationship too, though?" I crossed my arms. "Sounds like she would have just been fine with anything to get rid of that guy."

  "What, does the thought of being my girl offend you so much?" The way he was looking at me, well, there was attraction there. Just because I'd kept myself mostly virginal didn't mean I was oblivious to noticing when a guy was into me.

  This guy? Totally into me. "Just seems like a bit much to jump right to that when we don't even know one another's names."

  "Name's Trevor. Surprised you don't know me without asking."

  "What? Are you some sort of celebrity or something?"

  "I guess only a local one." He paused a moment. "For now, anyway."

  "Oh my, don't we have a bit of an ego." What was that scent? With the cologne monster gone, my nose was growing more sensitive to what else was around me. How the hell did he smell hot on top of everything else?

  "I've done enough and experienced enough to know that sometimes an ego is deserved, and I do believe I deserve it." He smiled, and I couldn't help but glance at his tongue and wondered if he had any skill with it.

  Jesus, Stephanie. I mentally slapped myself. I don't know this guy, I don't even know if he eats pussy, yet here I am, thinking about it. "What. you appear in a local car commercial or something?"

  "You really don't know?"

  "I'm not acting confused because it's something I enjoy doing."

  He paused. He opened his mouth, then stopped himself. "No. It's not important. What is important? What is the name of the lovely lady who I'm talking to?" He flashed another grin.

  "Um, uh," I paused, smiling back. Name? Why was he flustering me so easily? Sure, I wasn't constantly swatting off suitors, but I wasn't so pathetic to be a jabbering mess in front of a cute guy. Of course, none of those cute guys were anywhere near as hot as Trevor was. "Stephanie," I finally managed to spit out.

  "That wasn't so hard, huh? But now that we know one another’s names, we can jump into that relationship thing, right?"

  "It doesn't work like that."

  "Guess I have to woo you more. Can already tell you're not going to be easy for me."

  "Maybe I should be." What the hell did I just say?

  "I can respect an easy girl just as much as one who wants to play hard to get. The chase can be fun... or just getting right down to what we both want is good too."

  "What I want? Hmp
h. Awfully presumptuous of you." I must have been coming off as schizophrenic to him. Which, to be fair, was exactly how I was feeling.

  He threw his arm around me again, this time with no pretense of rescuing me from a creep. "I'm used to getting what I want, okay? I mean, I respect women enough that if you tell me to fuck off, I'll fuck off, but I'm not hearing those words from you."

  The butterflies were so damn strong. Anxiety was high. I was almost tempted to use his words as an out to escape. "Well, you did save me from a bad man, it would be impolite to tell you to do that."

  "That's the only reason, huh?"

  "Maybe. Maybe not."

  I looked over his shoulder and saw Emma. Another potential out. Or so I thought.

  She was already with a cute guy of her own. It wasn't the crowd she went after, but she saw me with Trevor, and proceeded to give me a huge enthusiastic smile and thumbs up. She wasn't going to rescue me from my rescuer. She was all too happy to let me be lost in this strange hot guy in front of me.

  I was a bit happy about it too. Just that I was feeling everything else as well. I hadn't felt this clusterfuck of emotions since... well, ever.

  Not even Ryan caused this sort of mess of emotions inside of me. My mind screaming for me to run away to where it's safe, while my clit was urging me to jump on him and fuck him right here in the middle of the bar.

  I wasn't even an exhibitionist, but it didn't matter, the temptation was still there, and boy, was it strong.

  4

  Trevor

  Trevor

  * * *

  She had no idea who the Train was. I thought about telling her about me, but if the jersey didn't clue her in, she wasn't someone who really cared all that much about sports.

  Honestly? That just made her hotter.

  Her smile, her wits, everything, it was stretching out my boxer briefs something fierce. She didn't want to ride the train because of some dumb college rumor or because I'm a sports hero, she wanted the Train because of the Train. Perhaps more appropriately, she wanted Trevor for Trevor.

  After a sea of loose college girls? Stephanie was something new. Something fresh. She trades words with me so well, even though I can tell she's squirming a bit.

  Which I'm fine with, as long as I'm the cause of the squirming.

  I urged her to follow me along as we paced through the bar. "You're not from around here, I'm guessing?"

  "Oh, I am," she replied. "I just been away for the past few years. School and the like. Just got back in town recently. Opportunities and all that."

  That explained how she was so oblivious to my status as the Train. "School? Yeah, I've talked enough about school for a lifetime." I honestly didn't want to steer the conversation in that direction. She was bringing me some very nice feelings, and thinking of school in the academic sense totally wasn't something I felt like doing at the moment.

  Just looking at her like this, damn. I suddenly wished I could just drop my football hero status on her and get to seduce her instantly. Stephanie seemed like she was above that cheat code, though. Like, even if she knew who I was and was a die-hard fan, she seemed like someone who had higher standards on who she fucked.

  It was really surprising how speechless she was leaving me. I was choosing my words carefully. Girls didn't make me do that. There were typically millions of fish in the sea, but suddenly there was only one, Stephanie.

  An array of giggling made me check behind me. Dustin. He had succeeded on his goals. He had three women surrounding him, flirting and laughing like idiots. If we were going on sheer amount of girls, he was definitely winning our so-called game.

  Me, though? I strongly preferred quality over quantity. One Stephanie was worth way more than three girls wanting to just fuck a future football star.

  All the same, I didn't want to expose Stephanie to Dustin's crassness just yet. My also being a player of the non-athletic variety wasn't something she should know just yet.

  Or ever.

  "Hey, I'm not feeling like boozing tonight. You want to take a walk? There's a nice lake nearby."

  She didn't answer immediately, taking her time. "Sure. It's been awhile since I've enjoyed the lake under the moonlight."

  "It's a sight, ain't it?"

  She got a few steps ahead of me toward the door, and I had to pause a moment to check out that rear, the dress she was wearing doing a damn fine job of making me want to see what it looked like without the dress.

  Along with the rest of her, for that matter.

  5

  Stephanie

  Stephanie

  * * *

  It was a pretty brisk night, I learned, as I left the bar side by side with Trevor. Definitely cold enough that I regretted not bringing a jacket.

  My mind wasn't all that focused on the weather though. It was stuck on just what the hell I was doing right now.

  Walking out of the bar with him didn't mean I was going to have a one-night stand with him.

  As much as I really wanted to.

  It was kind of frustrating me. I wanted to know more about this guy. He had definitely piqued my interest on many fronts. Anything that advanced that agenda though, I couldn't help but think it was going to put me on a slippery slope to some sort of wild uncontrollable sexual frenzy and all of the regret that would follow it.

  Part of me hoped that the cooler night air would help me cool the heat inside me, but that really did nothing of the sort. Side by side with him, I walked, temptation only growing.

  What's more? He was a jock type. Like, it was screamingly obvious. Only two types of people wore jerseys to bars. Players and actual super-fans. Given it was a college one, I figured since he was at a twenty-somethings bar he was probably a former college player. Someone who actually got signed to a major team wouldn't be slumming it in a bar like that.

  I wanted to ask him what he studied, but seeing as he so quickly shied away from academics, I knew it was a sensitive subject for him. The last thing I wanted to do was to pick at a tender topic and push him away.

  Or it was exactly what I wanted to do.

  God, I really did feel like I was turning into a schizophrenic.

  "Surprised that this thing hasn't frozen over yet," he said, the two of us overlooking the lake. "You like ice skating or anything like that?"

  "Um, uh," I grinned nervously. Not particularly, but at the same time, maybe I'd like it a lot more with him, my mind flashing to those Olympic performances with him grabbing me by the waist and doing some sort of wonderful dance with me, and how quick that fantasy was suddenly switching to something more carnal again.

  Come on, libido. Fucking someone on ice seems like a terrible idea. Just on a practical front.

  "Don't know how to, I'm guessing? Maybe I'll teach you. Show you my moves, and how I could have a back-up career in figure skating if I really wanted to." He smirked.

  "You're a bit... bulky for that, you think?"

  "I guess I am. Plus I don't feel that strongly about it. But wrapping my arms around you, and you wearing something incredibly skin tight... well, I like the sound of that."

  My eyes went wide. God, he was thinking the exact same things I was. I knew that me having these temptations was bad, but both of us? This was going to lead to disaster.

  Wonderful, sweet, blissful disaster.

  6

  Trevor

  Trevor

  * * *

  I was reaching my limit. A girl like Stephanie needed to be romanced, yes. I was still a man. Barely not even a teenager anymore, and those needy hormones didn't exactly stop raging as soon as my age didn't have the word 'teen' anywhere in it.

  Keeping at this, I knew I wouldn't get her fast. Stephanie was the kind of chick who waited until the fourth or fifth date before doing anything so brazen as sleeping with someone.

  If I waited that long, going with the whole waiting nicely and smiling about my blue balls, I was pretty sure they were going to explode and it wouldn't be in a good way.

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nbsp; Waiting was off the table. I needed another gambit, something that could explode in my face, but nothing wagered, nothing gained.

  Gaining Stephanie would be winning the fucking lottery in comparison to my usual wagers.

  I knew she wanted me. The way her eyes rolled up and down, how she looked at me, how she didn't look at me. The temptation was already strong. I just needed to make it undeniable.

  This wasn't a large town. She was a local. I took a whiff of the lake. Sure, it wasn't pristine and clean, and I'd never willingly drink from it, but it wasn't a horrible polluted mess either. It wouldn't melt my skin on the slightest contact.

  Spotting a few uneven portions of the concrete, I saw my chance complete with plausible deniability.

  A few more steps, and I braced myself for the cold.

  Then I took the right wrong step, stumbling forward and doing a front flip into the lake below.

  "Oh, shit!" She called out. Stephanie was surprisingly quick to the wall from the lake. "Grab on, I'll pull you out!" She offered her hand.

  Shaking my head, getting the water out of my eyes and recovering my bearings, I looked up at her. "You really think you're going to pull me out of here instead of me just yanking you right in?"

  Looking at herself, and then me, she sighed. "Just trying to be helpful."

  "I got this, don't worry."

  With ease, I pushed myself up and out of the water with a little jump. I had one of the best vertical leaps on the team, and while the water did make it more difficult, it wasn't enough to stop the Train.

  I then glanced toward the 'offending' sidewalk. "They spend millions on a brand new football stadium but they can't throw something out to fix the sidewalks."

  "That's college towns," she shrugged. "Jesus, you're soaking wet,"

  "Yeah, I fell in water, that happens."