RHINO: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (With FREE Bonus Novel OFFSIDE!)

by Abbey Foxx

  “I think I’m beginning to like you.”

  “I’d say so.”

  “Don’t get too cocky.”

  “Me, cocky? Impossible.”

  Bags packed, suited and booted up, dressed to the nines and arm in arm, Penny and I step out and into the sunshine, horny and desperate to fuck each other, the weekend waiting and the world just behind it. There is nowhere else I’d rather be.

  Fuck this girl makes me feel unstoppable.

  Twelve.

  Penny

  I can’t get the smile off my face. Jasper, winning again, the possibility of more of both of those things to come. I feel proud of taking control of the fate of this football club, but even prouder of myself for finally having the courage to turn around to Topher and say, you know what? This time enough really is enough.

  I know I told myself I’d take it slow with Jasper, that whatever I did, I’d do it carefully, well, turns out that’s not the easiest thing in the world to do. Not when the guy you are trying to resist getting too involved with is Jasper Stone. Neither one of us have talked about it yet, but it’s clear we both know that it’s hanging in the air like bad news waiting to be heard. I can’t say it’s going to be easy either. We’ve kind of fallen for each other, hard. Exactly what I promised myself I wouldn’t do. Yeah, I guess I really can’t resist football players after all.

  Each training session, each day that passes, each time we fall into bed together and fuck, each and every shit joke and shared glance and panty melting moment that makes time stand still just for long enough takes us closer to each other and closer still to a world in which we’re going to find real life impossible to allow back in. His other life before me, and my life after him if it has to be, but I guess that’s something for us to think about later, not now, not when we’ve just started and everything for me, for the first time in my life, is absolutely perfect.

  And I don’t say that lightly either. I’m not prone to exaggeration, and I’m not one of these girls who thinks everything is either the best thing in the world or the worst, but I can honestly say that when I’m with Jasper, nothing else matters. I feel happy, I feel loved, I feel like I’m in love, which is more than I ever felt with Topher, even though I’m not sure I should be admitting it with Jasper, and that’s as much as I feel like I need.

  That and the sex, obviously, which is absolutely incredible. I mean, out of this world incredible. Jasper is hard instantaneously, always turned on, always available and generous but not overwhelming with his affection, and knowing that I drive him crazy is the biggest turn on of all for me.

  Needless to say, we can’t keep our hands off each other, which is becoming increasingly more difficult in a work environment. I have much less contact with the team than Dad and the rest of the coaching staff, and I’ve purposely removed myself from that environment much more over the last few weeks, principally because I want as little interaction with Topher as possible, but sometimes it’s impossible for Jasper and I to avoid each other, and sometimes we don’t even try.

  I look up to the tap-tap-tap on the window of my office and Jasper standing there behind it grinning at me like the cat that got the cream. We definitely can’t avoid each other if Jasper waits until training has finished, until everyone else has gone home and then comes to find me with his fuck me eyes. I check the coast is clear and signal him in, my heart already lilting.

  “They’re talking about us you know.”

  I can’t say I’m entirely surprised by his appearance. I can’t say with absolute honesty that my decision to stay behind a little bit later tonight wasn’t motivated by the possibility he may try and find me after everyone had already definitely gone home either. I can’t say I haven’t spent the whole afternoon thinking about him, the memory of this morning still fresh enough to last me well into the rest of the night if he didn’t decide to come.

  “Oh?”

  “Your dad seems to have passed the denial phase. He’s making jokes.”

  “That’s progress.”

  “It is for him.”

  He’s lying, but it’s cute of him to do so. My dad still isn’t talking to me so I know for a fact he won’t be talking to Jasper.

  “And Topher?”

  “Topher’s still very much in it. He doesn’t seem to like the jokes as much as the rest of the team either.”

  “He’s stopped calling me.”

  “Well that’s something at least. He’s still not passing the ball to me.”

  “He better start again soon if he’s serious about a transfer.”

  “He will. I’ve told him I’m going to steal his position as well if he doesn’t.”

  I round the table to sit on the other side of it, closer to Jasper, my feet up on his thighs.

  “You know you can’t steal something from someone if it doesn’t belong to them in the first place, right?”

  “Yeah, that’s a good point, Topher’s a decent quarterback, but he’s never really made that position his own.”

  “Asshole.”

  “You know you love it when I claim you.”

  “Is that what this is? A neanderthal act of ownership?”

  “Man make fire, man throw ball, man fuck woman. Woman belong to man.”

  I laugh the idiocy away. “If I belong to you, that means I’m for keeps, you know that right?”

  “Until someone bigger and stronger than me comes along and steals you away from me.”

  “Bigger and stronger than you?”

  Jasper pretends to think about it for a moment.

  “I know, you’re right, it’s not going to happen is it?”

  “You never know, I didn’t think someone like you would come along when you did, so I suppose it’s possible.”

  “There’s no-one else like me though.”

  He caresses the skin at the side of my feet moving his hands deftly to the muscles at the back of my legs and it feels incredible.

  “Maybe.”

  “I wouldn’t let anyone take you away even if there were.”

  “You might not have a choice.”

  “Then I’d hope it was clear you didn’t want to go.”

  “Keep doing that and I won’t want to go anywhere.”

  “Would you if I stopped?”

  Jasper pauses for a second and it makes me look at him. My legs are tingly and I want him to keep going for all the world.

  “If you stopped for too long I might.”

  “How long is too long?”

  “Long enough for me to forget about you.”

  Not even two months old and it would take me a million years to forget every single inch of that man’s skin, a million more to forget the way he makes me feel.

  “Then I guess I better not stop.”

  “I don’t think you could, even if you wanted to.”

  Jasper slides his hand further up my leg to the bend in my knee.

  “Are you saying you’re impossible to resist?”

  I let him ease my legs apart, my skirt riding up my thigh to expose my panties.

  “I think that’s why you stole me in the first place.”

  His hand creeps from my knee across my inner thigh, hungry fingers dancing across tender skin.

  “Stealing is for keeps remember?”

  His other hand joins the first while I lean back across my desk, accidentally pushing a folder to the floor.

  “And keeps is forever.”

  “You are impossible to resist, you know that? I give in.”

  “I told you.”

  His hands are on the outside of my thighs now, lifting my skirt over my hips.

  “It must be the skirt, it’s driving me wild.”

  “That and my charming personality, of course.”

  “And your tits. The way the nipples turn up at the end like little coat hooks.”

  His hands on me tickle and I can’t help but laugh.

  “My wisdom, modesty and humility.”

  “I just love the way you p
ush back when I’m inside you.”

  “You’re a simple man.”

  “With a big dick.”

  “I wouldn’t love you if you didn’t have that, you know? It’s your best asset.”

  It doesn’t take him long to remove my panties, even less to take it out.

  “You must like simple men, there’s no other reason for you to have been with Topher for so long.”

  “I was waiting for someone to steal me away.”

  “Someone like me?”

  “Anyone with a big dick would have done.”

  “Oh, really?”

  I nod, but I can’t help smiling too. Jasper knows I’m just dicking around, but it’s fun to play with him, especially when he has me at his mercy. Legs open, pussy wet, spread out on the desk at the perfect height for him to plow into me. I’ve got this under control, Jasper exactly where I want him.

  “You know not everyone with a big dick is sensitive like me.”

  “No?”

  “Not everyone with a big dick knows how to use it right.”

  “Mmmhmmm.”

  “And not everyone with a big dick is the kind of anyone that can’t resist you. The kind of someone that wants more than just a quick fuck to release a bit of energy. The kind of someone that steals for keeps and will fight off anyone who wants to come and take that away from them.”

  His dick is at the entrance to my pussy, but he’s holding back, making me show I can’t resist him either.

  “Oh, Jasper.”

  “I know what you like.”

  “What do I like?”

  “You like me coming in here and making you wet.”

  “You make me wet from out there.”

  “I know you’ve been waiting for me all day.”

  I wrap my legs around his back and try and pull him into me but he’s too strong to budge.

  “You’ve got me.”

  “I know. I just want to make sure you know you’ve got me too.”

  “For keeps?”

  “If that’s what you want.”

  Fuck, yes, that’s what I want. I shouldn’t know it yet, but I do. For keeps. Forever. Stolen and never given back. My pussy is aching to have him inside me but still he doesn’t give in.

  “I don’t know what it means.”

  Another thing I said I wouldn’t do. We’re not even half way through the season, not even at Christmas, not even past our honeymoon-fuck-each-other-in every-single-room-we-can-find-stage and here we are talking about it.

  “Keeps. Me and you against the rest of the fucking world. Whatever happens.”

  “You don’t mean that.”

  “Of course I mean it.”

  “You don’t know that, Jasper. You-. It’s too early to say.”

  Now he edges towards me, close enough to slide his crown inside me. Fuck it feels fantastic too. It always does. That first moment of penetration, where my pussy hole gathers him up, wraps itself around his form, adjusts and adapts to his size. I can’t help but moan. In here, at home, miles apart and as close together as we can possible be, Jasper Stone makes me moan.

  “What does that feel like to you?”

  “Everything I need and more.”

  Little by little he teases his way inside me and I’m breathless in his hands because of it.

  “I’m falling in love with you, Penny.”

  I shake my head, but it’s not because I’m denying it, it’s because I know it’s true and it would be so much easier if it weren’t.

  “Don’t.”

  “It’s too late for that.”

  There are a million questions taking up space inside my head, a million doubts and practical, logistical reason why we can’t, none of which take precedence over the emotion response my body is experiencing. Whatever fucking happens, me and you against the world. But what if he goes anyway?

  “Please, Jasper. I-. If you-. What if-. Don’t hurt me.”

  “I would never hurt you, Penny.”

  I don’t know if he realizes the enormity of what he is saying. This is like telling every single Moxlin Tigers fan that we are going to win the superbowl only for it never to happen. With Jasper saying him and I are for keeps, what happens if we suddenly realize for whatever reason we can’t be? I can’t lose him, not if it’s real. Really real. That’ll devastate me.

  “Deny it.”

  Jasper slides deep inside me, his fingers wrapped around mine pushing my hand into the desk. I shake my head, sitting up now to face him, to press myself against the moment in all it’s brazen glory.

  “Deny you are falling in love with me.”

  I can’t. As much as I want to I can’t. “Fuck, Jasper.”

  “You see.”

  Most sensible people have this conversation over a coffee in a neutral location, not Jasper and I. We have it on my desk with his dick so deep up in my pussy I can barely speak for the sensation spilling out across my skin in electric pulses. He cups my neck, pulling me towards him, leaning in so our foreheads rest together.

  “Can’t you feel how special this is?”

  “Why now?” I manage to spit out in staggered breaths.

  “Why now?”

  “Why are you saying this to me now?”

  “Because it needs to be said.”

  I push him into the chair suddenly feeling the need to take control. Sat on top of him is always different. I feel him inside me in a different way, and right now I need that different way. I want to look him in the eyes and see our future, because now this is being addressed the us that Jasper and I make is going to be completely different.

  “That doesn’t explain why you needed to do it now.”

  Jasper gathers me into him, sliding his legs out so I can get better purchase. His hands go instinctively to my chest, to those nipples he so loves to caress, afterwards to my clitoris to tease me for as long and as intensively as I allow it.

  “I was looking at you, just now, when I came in.”

  Long deep strokes pushing my pussy lips wide.

  “Mmmhmmm.”

  “And I knew it.”

  I don’t need to ask him to know what it is that he’s referring to.

  “I knew this was the most important thing in my life. That it was going to be. More than rugby, or football, or sport, or anything else for that matter. I just saw it, like that, in your eyes, in your look and I knew I had to say something.”

  I’m breathless, swollen inside with feeling. I’m desperate for as much of him as I have right now and the all of him, future him that he’s promising me. It’s as though I can feel it filling me. The knowledge that he’ll never leave my side, whatever happens. The fact that I truly believe it too, looking at him, seeing it in his eyes, feeling it in every ounce of his body.

  “I love you.”

  The words are out before I have a chance to take them back, but I don’t feel vulnerable. I feel liberated. I feel excited. I feel like Jasper and I are one and not just because he has his dick inside me, not just because I’m about to orgasm, but because he’s stolen my heart and put his right alongside it.

  He’s choosing me, in front of everything else that he cares about in his life, and he’s confident and sure enough that he knows he’s making the right decision. This for him is as inevitable as winning the World Cup with England, as inevitable as playing ball, as much a part of his life as everything else up to it has been and with that decision, by sharing that knowledge with me, he’s allowing me to accept it too. From the very first moment I saw him, perhaps I always knew. I certainly do now. Nothing has ever been as clear. This isn’t about whether Jasper and I are going to stay together or not, it’s about how we make that happen.

  I come hard on his rock hard dick, crying, screaming, laughing eventually too. Jasper’s not far behind me either, lifting me out of the chair and folding me over the desk again to finish me off, to push me that little bit higher and to show me, beyond any doubt that his intentions are a hundred percent genuine.

 
I feel exposed and weirdly self conscious because of the way we’ve fucked, but also a thousand times closer to him. I feel like he’s reached inside me, pulled all of my secrets out, showed them to me and matched them up with his own. I’ve been avoiding this conversation on purpose, knowing that we need to have it, dreading the moment it arrives and trying to convince myself since the very first time it happened that what I knew in my heart of hearts was something special was nothing like it at all and Jasper’s just smashed that theory into a million wonderful pieces.

  I flop into the office chair while Jasper sits on my desk.

  “You look shocked.”

  “I am shocked. I’m worried.”

  “You’re not worried. You feel like you should be worried, and that’s what you thinks worrying you, but you’re not really worried.”

  “What am I then?”

  “Happy.”

  “This is serious Jasper. You’ve made it more serious than it was.”

  “It was always this serious. Right from the very first moment.”

  “I trust you.”

  “I know you do.”

  “What I said-.”

  He cuts me off, his hand on my thigh, the other on the base of the seat to twist me towards him, now crouched alongside me.

  “I love you, Penny.”

  “Like, more than rugby?”

  “Like more than rugby.”

  His smile lights me up and I pause, waiting for it. “Alright, just as much.”

  “Now I know you’re serious.”

  “I am serious.”

  “Did you really know how I felt? Like, really know?”

  Jasper straightens up. “I’m not lying when I say I saw it in your eyes. I’m not exactly the most romantic man in the world, and I’m not really the kind of person that believes all that kind of stuff, but I can honestly say that when I look at you I see it. That and you talk in your sleep.”

  I can’t help but laugh. “You’re full of shit.”

  “Deny it.”

  “I can’t.”

  “I told you.”

  I shake my head. Shocked still, stunned, happy, excited, spun out completely. “Fuck, Jasper. Where did you come from?”

  “Yeah, I know, right? If someone had told me five years ago I was going to find the love of my life in a city I’d never even heard of, playing a sport I didn’t know how to, I’d have said they were crazy.”