Rags 2 Pitches: A Secret Baby Sports Romance

by Jessica Evans

  As I found my seat and sat on the train, I thought about what I was going to tell Ryan. He said that he had a flat in Manchester which he shared with another guy. He sounded so old, even though he had only been there a couple of weeks.

  Everything about us had changed and, as I picked up the phone to call him, he beat me to it.

  “Hey, you on the train?”

  He sounded so excited, just like I was when I had booked the tickets.

  “I am officially on my way,” I said as the driver made the announcement that we would reach there in just over two and a half hours.

  “I wish I could talk to you for the whole journey.”

  Now, I knew that I wasn’t the only sappy one. He was just as bad as I was and, at times, he could be even worse.

  “Well, you could if you wanted to?”

  “Really?” he screeched down the phone. “But you need to study, girl. Cause when you get here, I’m going to do all types of nasty.”

  “Is that a promise?” I flirted.

  He laughed, “Yep, I even cleaned up yesterday. I wanted everything to be perfect for when you got here.”

  That was the thing I loved about him the most. Most guys would pretend that they hadn’t made a fuss, but Ryan always said exactly what was on his mind. It just made me love him even more. The one thing that I was missing in my life was honesty.

  “Good boy.”

  He continued, “I even bought some silk sheets. Don’t get the wrong idea, it's not like I’m made of money, but I thought that I would treat you, and I even found some nice restaurants that we could go to.”

  “You mean we're not going to be eating at McDonald’s?”

  I sighed with a fake disappointment.

  “Nah, not even Starbucks. I can’t stand that shit any more.”

  I laughed, “I must admit I was getting sick and tired of the stuff too. So, where are we eating?”

  “I may not be the most romantic guy on the earth, but I would like to leave an element of surprise. Is it two hours and thirty minutes yet?”

  I laughed, “I think it’s now two hours and twenty five minutes.”

  “Shit, is that all?”

  “Afraid so.”

  Then I remembered that he had a roommate, “What about the guy that you’re sharing with, will he be there?”

  I just wanted to know what to expect when I got there.

  “Nah, he has a girlfriend here so he's staying with her on the weekends. The game tomorrow is only a friendly one. There are no matches until after the summer, so I think the coach just wanted to get a feel for some of us new players. Why?”

  I went quiet, because all of a sudden I thought about the girls that would go to matches, just to hook up with the guys thinking that they would be professional footballers one day. Suddenly the distance between us felt so wide. He must have known why I was quiet because he said, “Remember, Nicola Willis, I love you.”

  I smiled so much that I felt as if I heard everyone on the train say, “Ahhhh.” But I knew that it was a figment of my imagination. No one was interested in us, let alone me. I was just a silly woman that was supposed to go to uni and now I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. There was this really stupid part of me, the one that heard my aunt say that she would support me. I thought about studying. At least I would get my A levels out of the way, so if I did decide to have the baby I could go to uni eventually. Maybe Aunt would support me. Or, better still, Ryan would.

  “Let me catch up on some reading seeing as I’m not getting any done this weekend.”

  “Well, I’ve got to go to the game tomorrow, but I’m on the bench so I doubt I’ll play. But I need to get up early. Apart from that I’m all yours until Sunday night when you go back.”

  Good, because we had some catching up to do and it would take more than just one day. Most likely the whole weekend.

  Chapter 18

  Ryan

  I grabbed her and spun her around in the station and I expected her to be happy to see me, but she was kind of awkward, emotional even. She looked really pale. She was still beautiful in my eyes, but I kept quizzing her, thinking that something was really wrong.

  “Babes, did you have a bad train journey?”

  She shook her head as we hopped on the bus to get back to mine. I thought about getting a taxi, but that would mean spending money that I didn’t have right now. When I’d left home, I’d ended up handing what little I had managed to save to my mum. I knew that she didn’t deserve it, but I’d given it to her on the understanding that she would buy new shoes and uniforms for the boys. She had promised to do that and I’d given a bit to my Aunt to buy clothes for my sister too.

  “No, I’m just tired.”

  Tired!

  “It’s been how long since we have seen each other, and you look as if it’s a wet weekend! For once it’s not raining in Manchester, especially this time of year.”

  She tried to put on a fake smile, but as I lugged her bags to the bus stop, it didn't last long.

  “I need to call my aunt and tell her that I’m here safely.”

  I nodded, “Okay.”

  I’d thought that this weekend was going to be special, but by the look on her face she was too troubled for that. I just hoped that holding her in my arms and listening to her problems would make her feel a bit better.

  “We just need to walk around ten minutes or so to Portland Street, and then we can get the bus to Old Trafford.”

  “Sure. I’ll call her when we get to the bus stop.”

  As usual Piccadilly Station was packed and it was a bit of a fight to get out of there to the bus stop. I held her hand and gave her the rundown of the weekend. I felt as if I was talking to myself, because she clearly wasn’t listening. I thought that maybe her Mum was on her mind.

  “So, you spoken to your Mum yet?”

  Since she’d been kicked out by her Dad, she’d seemed to keep a distance from Nicola.

  “Sure, one phone call. She seems distant and the conversation is practically always the same. Always asking questions about Dad.”

  The one person that I wasn’t interested in hearing about, but I asked the question anyway.

  “How’s he doing?”

  “The same.”

  What did that mean?

  But I could tell by the look on Nicola’s face that she wasn’t going to say any more than that.

  “What’s the team like?”

  “Fucking fantastic,” I cheered as I dropped her bag and quickly picked it up. “Sorry, didn’t mean to do that. But the guys. Seriously, it’s like we all connected from day one. It’s fucking tough. They all play well and I know that by hard work and determination I can get to their standard.”

  “That good. Cause you’re not so bad yourself.”

  I found myself blushing; I wasn’t used to compliments at all. The only ones I ever got were when I managed to score a goal. At home, they didn’t exist, no matter how hard I worked. Then again, when I’d handed over the few hundred quid that I’d managed to save and gave it to Mum when I was leaving, she had told me that I was a good boy. Which was the first time she had ever said anything nice to me.

  “Why, thank you, Miss Willis.”

  She smiled, that shy innocent smile that I’d fallen in love with from the first time I met her.

  “Dunno, maybe it’s because we’re all from different backgrounds, but no one thinks that they are above someone else. Not that the guys in the Academy were bad, but it makes a difference when you’re with a bunch of guys who practically brought themselves up.”

  She sat down as we reached the stop, we had been only walking a little while, but it was clear that my predictions about the weather were completely wrong.

  “Axel’s a fucking inspiration. He came over from the Congo like some of the other guys when they were young and, even though he was brought up here, he doesn’t even know who his parents are.”

  “Lucky him,” she blurted out and then I knew that somethi
ng was really wrong. She started to cry. “I fucking wish I never knew who my parents were, and then I would be in a happier place.”

  I knelt in front of her.

  “This is so silly. I was so excited to come and then I realized that I would need to go back. That this was just temporary.”

  I knew exactly how she felt. “So, let’s make the most of it. Enjoy our time together. We can do that, right?”

  She nodded, “Right. Sorry for being such a wet blanket. I was excited to come.”

  “Was?”

  “Nah, I’m fucking happy I’m here.”

  That’s my girl. The more time she talked to me, the more she talked like me. It was kind of cute, but then again I should have been learning how to cuss less. Compared to some of the guys on the team, I hardly swear; some of them it came out of both ends.

  I told her the story and she laughed. She held my hand and, as the bus came and we boarded it, her tears became a thing of the past.

  Chapter 19

  Nicola

  Finally, when we got to his flat, I couldn't believe it. It was completely different than the estate that he was living on before and then it kind of clicked, what he was after and could achieve by being a footballer.

  It was never a case that I never believed him, but seeing the new black kitchen and modern wooden floors that he had in the flat, just made it all hit home.

  I had only ever been to his flat a couple of times when he was babysitting his brothers, but, I’d seen that his Mum had put brand new furniture in the kitchen and living room, and that the rest of the place was a tip.

  His bed was a single one that he said he said he’d had since he was about ten.

  Seeing a nice double bed in his room with a few pictures on the wall of his hero, Rooney, and also, some of me, made me feel good, knowing that he was thinking of me all the time.

  I knew that he said it, but seeing it, made me feel that our relationship seem real.

  The fears about telling him about our baby were washed away, but when he shut the door and looked at me with passion in his eyes, I knew what he wanted.

  Our talk would have to wait. We had some making up to do, and that was going to start right now.

  “Ryan,” I said as he shut the bedroom door.

  He grinned like a child who knew that he was about to do something naughty, but didn’t give a shit.

  He shrugged off his jacket and threw it across the room and I followed suit. I pulled down my jeans and watched him as he started to strip down naked. There was something wild about watching a man strip down naked, rather than taking off his clothes.

  I stopped for a moment as I stood naked before him. He took a deep breath and slowly approached me.

  My heart started to beat wildly as he drew to my sex.

  The first touch was soft, a caress from my entrance all the way up, and I felt myself grow wet in a heartbeat.

  I sighed as I opened my legs to give him better access. He slipped one finger inside of me and teased it until he hit my G-spot. It sent a spike of pleasure inside of me, drawing a gasp from my lips.

  Ryan stroked me slowly, with a rhythmic motion, and everything began turning liquid inside of me. It wasn’t long before he put a second finger inside of me and I cried out loud, knowing that I could make as much noise as I wanted and we didn’t need to worry about his Mum coming home early from the benefits office or a night out with some bloke from the pub.

  We were free, just like we were back in the hotel and, even though his flat was cold, the heat that my body was generating was enough to keep both of us warm.

  “You’ve filled out a bit in all the right places,” he growled as he took hold of my breasts. My nipples were hard and erect and no one could tell that I was only a few weeks pregnant, only he had noticed the changes in my body.

  Only Ryan had been so up close and personal, it made me get wet even more.

  I wanted to lose control and put his cock inside of me. I nodded, not trusting myself to do more than that right then.

  “You feel so good right now around my fingers.”

  I thought that he would move us to the bed. I wanted his cock inside of me so damn badly. His thumb found my clit as if he it had some roadmap and he stroked me. A tightness began to build in my core, begging for release.

  “I want you to come,” it was a command, he didn’t want me to come just once. He wanted to take control and make me come over and over again.

  “I could come just at the thought of you most nights.”

  He growled, “Is this what you do to make yourself come?”

  The simultaneous stimulation was incredible, every motion was working together in perfect harmony.

  My body shook as I started to cry as I was so close to climaxing.

  “Damn!”

  I wanted to lie down, it had been so hard just coming and standing up, something that I wasn’t used to, but had enjoyed.

  His mouth traced a path down one shoulder and then the other. His fingers stroked my hips.

  “I want you,” he purred and I knew that he wanted to be inside of me.

  “What are you waiting for?” I should have taken a moment to compose myself. I had just climaxed so hard that my knees were weak.

  His hands moved to cup my breasts whilst he kneaded them gently, rolling my sensitive nipples between his fingers.

  I twisted my hips in response, riding myself against him.

  “Shit, you turn me on.”

  I knew that already, but I wanted him so badly and my hands roamed across his chest. He had built up so much in the last few weeks, I could tell that being here made him work less and eat more.

  He had a confidence that I hadn’t experienced before, now he was on the path that he wanted to be on, he had completely changed.

  Not for the worse, only the better.

  My hands curled around his powerful forearms as he pleasured me. He moved me towards the bed and then he kissed me. I moaned as he laid on top of me with his coiled power of a body. I took my time, and I tried to resist being drawn to the trembling bulge that was in between his legs.

  I opened my legs wider, wanting him to come inside of me, he did so slowly at first and then it hit me as the wave of lust took over.

  “Hmm,” I purred, thinking that he was right where he belonged, inside of me, rhythmically going up and down as his butt moved slowly back and forth.

  We were making love on his silk sheets that he had prepared for my arrival.

  I grabbed hold of his butt to welcome him grinding me deeper. I didn’t want him to hold back, I wanted him to lose control and take all of me.

  “You’ve missed me,” he said as I started to scream. The ecstasy of his embrace was more than I could bear.

  “Too much.” I replied between my screams as he started to pick up his rhythm and I knew that it wouldn't be long as my hands held on to his butt as if my life depended on it. My legs were wrapped around his back firmly as he moved up and down, then he rolled to the side as if he wanted to fill my walls with every bit of his come as he started to pant even louder.

  “I’m there.”

  I knew it as he shook on top of me as he released every last drop of sperm inside of me. He kissed me delicately on the cheek and whispered in my ear, “I’ve missed you so much.”

  He hugged me so tightly and I couldn’t help myself, and I found myself crying in his arms. I was an emotional wreck for so many reasons and the more I loved him. The more, I found myself losing even more control.

  Chapter 20

  Ryan

  She’d moaned when she got up the next morning and even more so as we walked down to the stadium.

  “Remind me why the matches are so early?” she complained as she reluctantly walked behind me. She just couldn’t keep up.

  “Nicola, I know that you’re not fit. But babes, you’re not going to be one of those chicks that completely lets themselves go, are you?”

  All of a sudden she became really defensi
ve and I felt bad for saying that to her as she replied, “So, what if I do? Are you going to dump me for one of those WAGS?”

  I hated that expression; it was the names of those chicks that were professional footballers’ wives or girlfriends. Besides it had nothing to do with how I felt about her, it was just that we had had sex before and she would never be whacked the way she had been yesterday.

  She was exhausted and I had done most of the work. Not that I minded, but it just felt a bit weird. She hadn’t made any effort at all. Even the BJ she’d given me was half-hearted. I decided that maybe she wasn’t feeling so sexual and that I was forcing her into it. But as we walked to the stadium at a slow pace, she kept asking me if we could stop and I didn’t have long before I had to be at the match and I wasn’t leaving her.

  “Nah babes, I don’t care about what you look like.”

  “Thanks,” she took her hand away from mine and crossed it.

  I grabbed her hand back and said, “Just that you’re acting a bit weird. If you’re not crying, then you’re tired. We’ve only been apart a couple of weeks, but right now it feels like a few years.”

  She sighed and I wished that I had kept my big fat gob shut.

  “Just that this thing with my Mum has been stressing me out.”

  Nicola wasn’t a good liar. I had seen her on the phone with her dad a couple of times when he had called to find out where she was and she had been with me. She would do this thing with her eyes - roll them then look at the floor as if she was avoiding eye contact or something and now she was doing that with me.

  “What is it really?”

  Suddenly, I didn’t give a shit about the game, I just wanted to know what was up with her. Then it hit me like a lightning bolt. She was worried about uni. I was just being selfish asking her to come up here. She had exams and right now, she had to pass with flying colours. Medicine was tough and I had been a distraction, I was getting on with my life and stopping her from getting on with hers.