That left Billy, who was hurt, but not remotely punished enough. I stepped forward and punched him in the stomach, which took the air from his body and left his face open for another punch. I was gearing up for a hard right hand to the face followed up by a left hook that would have surely knocked this jerk out cold, but suddenly I saw the coaching staff rushing in to stop this madness.
I had four coaches all grabbing me at the same time. I could have put up a fight, but there was no point. They were just doing their jobs and besides by the time I finished dealing with them, Billy might have recovered enough to get some cheap shots in.
Coach Smith came into the fray pulling up the rear. He looked mad enough to chew broken glass. It was hilarious to see how worked up he got over such silly things. This was something that had to be done. I would teach Billy a damn lesson if it was the last thing I did. He was now my enemy and we had unfinished business.
“What is the meaning of this? You two again? I demand to know why two teammates are fighting each other?”
Two? I glanced at Billy’s friends. Apparently, math was not Smith’s strong suit.
“This oaf thinks he can tell other people how to live their lives,” I said. “I’m here to show him that he can’t. This isn’t over, asshole.”
“You think you can do whatever you want?” Coach Smith asked. “I think you are the one who wants to control things. You just wait. The scouts and everyone will hear about this sort of thing one way or the other. No one wants to work with someone who acts like they are twelve years old!”
I laughed. The guy was so far out of the loop that he just had no clue what was up. I chuckled to myself as I walked away. I was going to get that prick, Billy. He’d better be minding his steps.
I finished my workout and then we hit the practice field. And it was just the way I figured it would be, only worse. Billy and his cronies were there to destroy me and try to take me out of the game. It was obvious from the first play. I took the pass from Chance and after breaking three tackles I was brought down by Marty Weston. A moment after I was down Ronnie plowed into me pretending like he was still in motion and couldn’t stop. The pressure as he connected with my back and did his best to twist me around was immense.
I could hardly breathe for several seconds. “Take that dick head!” Ronnie howled in my ear as he got up.
I staggered to my feet and got back to the huddle. “Hey, you alright?” Bobby asked me.
“Yeah. But this is happening. Several of the guys on this team—all Billy’s little crew—they are all trying to hurt me. And the coaches don’t even see it. I mean, really?”
“Oh, they see it. Hell, Smith is more than happy to look the other way,” Chance said.
“What are we going to do about it?” Bobbie asked.
I shrugged. “I’m not sure what we can do. If we split the team in half then that will definitely interrupt our winning season. We can’t have that. It’s my problem. I’ll deal with it.”
We got into position on the line and Chance took the snap. He faked a few players on the B squad and then threw a pass to me as I was wide open. I was looking around for signs of foul play. Seeing none, I turned around to run with the ball. I faked a few tackles and missed them easily, before sprinting for the goal.
I didn’t see them, but suddenly there were hands around my ankles tripping me to the ground. Then immediately there were two guys jumping on my back. The moment they were on top of me I felt several cleats scraping against my ankle and then more hands trying to twist my ankle to damage through my knee as more guys piled on top of me. I struggled against it the best I could, but I was outnumbered and being pressed by the weight of several guys.
After the play ended and everyone started to get up off me, I could feel the damage that had been done. I was bleeding profusely from my lower calf and my knee felt like it had been stuck with a blade. Every single step hurt but I made it back towards the line watching as several of the perpetrators laughed and giggled like wicked hyenas.
I needed to do something. There had to be a way to pay them back right then and now, but I was outnumbered and they were doing all of this under the guise of playing football. Well, they forgot how powerful my old man was, didn’t they? That actually meant I was somewhat powerful by default. I hated to use bush league moves like that, but a few well-placed phone calls and I could have every single one of these guys kicked off the team.
They had no idea who they were messing with, did they?
After practice I took a shower, tended to my wounds, and then drove home to make some phone calls. Within an hour I had everything set in motion. And the dominoes would fall one by one as I destroyed the futures of some assholes who had it coming.
It was easy. Mostly because I didn’t have to do anything. I just made the phone calls and then the men I talked to would contact others who would make sure that everything happened the way that it would have to. I didn’t even know what was going to happen or how it would be taken care of. That way I could have plausible deniability all the way. In fact, I didn’t even ask anyone on the phone to do anything.
The man I spoke to was basically like an uncle to me. In fact, I called him Uncle Leon, but he wasn’t my uncle. He was just that close to my father and to my family. I explained everything to him. He was very kind and listened patiently to everything.
“I wish there was some way to fix this problem,” I said. “I’ve done nothing wrong here.”
“Right. Well, sometimes bad things happen to good people, and vice versa. But Kip, I’ve always believed in the power of karma. What comes around goes around. And it usually comes back around in a bad way.”
“Right,” I said. “I can see your point.”
But at some point as I listened to Uncle Leon talk, I decided to stop him. This was my fight. I would handle it alone. I would fight this by myself.
Chapter Fourteen
Alexa
One Month Later…
“Well, this is a nice surprise,” I said.
Kip had taken me out to the fanciest restaurant around. It was wonderful restaurant called Camere’s. I’d heard great things about it, but it averaged over a hundred dollars a plate and I wasn’t sure that I would ever have the means to afford such a place.
I was shocked when Kip decided to take me there. We’d been dating for a month, and it had been wonderful. We’d spent every other night together at least since that first night. Sometimes we went out to movies, or concerts, or clubs, bars, we’d gone bowling a few times, and we occasionally hit the batting cages, but it was starting to get a bit cold for softball, yet we had a few more weeks of the season. Kip was a natural. I envied his ability to hit the long ball. But he insisted that football was his game.
And we’d gone to a few restaurants, mostly Chinese, Mexican, or Italian, but usually casual dining and nothing fancy. I believed that Kip just liked regular food and as he got to know me, he realized that I was not a fancy girl by any definition. I did not wear much makeup or jewelry, and I usually dressed in jeans, skirts, shorts, with comfortable blouses and t-shirts. I believed that Kip liked those things about me.
But that night he told me to get dressed up a bit and that we were going somewhere fancy. So, I pulled out my nicest dress, put on some makeup, and some nice earrings and out we went. It felt good to get dressed up fancy. I didn’t do it often, but on occasion it was very nice.
The past month had been a bit of a rollercoaster for Kip. I knew that Billy had gone looking for him that day after we first slept together and that Kip had ended up in a big fight with him. Billy’s face was even more bruised up this time.
Then the harassment started. Kip didn’t say anything about it to me at first, until I pressed him. And the only reason that I pressed him was because Billy had been gloating on the phone to one of his goons. I’d overheard him outside the house when a few of them were having some beers one night. That bastard.
But Kip was doing well on the football field and maki
ng all of them look bad. That was the biggest reason they hated him, I thought. They were so jealous of his natural gifts. He was outshining them. And he’d gotten the best of him. And try as they might, they could not win over him. Kip took whatever they dished out and then gave it right back to them.
“How so?” Kip asked with a smile.
“Well, I’ve never been to a place like this before,” I said. “It’s almost a little bit intimidating.”
“Wow, that’s interesting,” Kip said. “What do you think?”
“It’s all beautiful. I love it,” I said with a smile. “I wasn’t sure I would.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know… I guess, I’ve always had the idea that a place like this is all about the atmosphere and not the food. I always imagined that I’d leave annoyed and hungry. You know, the portions are small, there are violinists everywhere, each little thing is fancy and weird. But I like the little fancy things. It just makes it all fun, and it makes me feel kind of special.”
“That’s it. That is what fancy is all about. It isn’t about being rich and reveling in it. No, it’s all about feeling special. It’s all about having fun and finding that little place of fantasy inside of you.”
I laughed. “I like that. I’ve never heard it put quite that way before.”
“So, what are you in the mood for?” Kip asked. “They have the best pasta I’ve ever had, but really anything on the menu is fantastic.”
The waiter took our orders, and Kip ordered a bottle of red wine. The waiter didn’t even ask for my I. D. I couldn’t believe it, but then again I figured Kip might have sprung a hefty tip or something for the guy to keep his mouth shut. That was interesting… I loved wine.
The waiter opened the bottle and poured us each a fairly, large glass of beautiful, red wine. I took a few sniffs of mine trying to pick up the subtleties of it. I knew a bit more about wine than I probably should have at that age, but Kip did not ask any questions about it. He just did the same and then took a sip. “Ah, excellent.”
I smiled as I tasted it as well. It was perfect. Oh, it was succulent and sweet.
We were waiting for our salads to arrive when I decided that I wanted to hear a bit more about what was going on with Kip’s issues. It probably wasn’t the best time to bring it up, but it was gnawing at me. “So, I don’t talk to my brother at all anymore if I can help it. How are things with you and him? Has he more or less accepted us?”
Kip laughed. “Not hardly. He has turned several of the guys on the team against me. But I’ve sent him a pretty good message after I got a few of his cohorts booted from the team.”
“How did you do that?” I was very intrigued now.
“Well, it was fairly easy to find dirt on these guys,” I said. “They were both doing steroids. I just tipped off the coaches about where they hid their stash and when the best time to test them would be so they couldn’t cheat. I did this anonymously of course. And now they are gone. So, even though several of the other guys are pissed at me, and they want to rally around their hero Billy—I swear that dude has a few cult members following him around, it’s weird—the other guys aren’t really doing anything actively to me. I’ll let them wallow in their misery and live in fear.”
“Fear of what? Are they all on roids? Even Billy?”
“I don’t know about him or the others, but most bad people have done bad things in their past that could be exposed under the right circumstances and by someone with the right resources. I have the resources. I just had to remind Billy and company of that fact.”
I laughed. I was impressed at the political way that he was dealing with these issues. I wondered if Kip had any interest in politics at all. I doubted it. He was too much of a rebel. Besides, it was probably only a matter of time before he got annoyed enough at their antics to actually pummel them into the middle of next year, especially that dirt bag Billy. I hated my brother. And I hated to say that or think that, but he’d hardly ever given me any choice. It was a shame, because when I was younger I liked the idea of having a big brother. And then Billy’s ego just got completely out of hand. He was almost psychotic with it.
“That’s well played,” I said with a giggle.
“Thanks,” Kip replied. He took a sip of his wine and then leaned forward. “There is something that I really wanted to talk to you about.”
I nodded as I leaned forward as well, wondering what this was about. I hoped it was good news. I didn’t think he would invite me out to an expensive dinner to tell me bad news.
“Ok,” I said. “I’m listening.”
“Well, we’ve been going out for a month or so. And I wanted to let you know that I really care for you, and I think you care for me. I believe this is assumed between us, but I just wanted to state it in a formalized way and make it known that I want to make a commitment to you. I have been committed to you this entire time and I just want to make it official between the two of us. How do you feel?”
His words were sweet and kind. They touched me deeply as I listened to him articulating how he felt. “I feel the same way. I haven’t been with anyone else either. I don’t want to. I love this, what we have and I want to see where else it goes.”
Kip smiled. “Great.”
“But I have to admit, I was a bit skeptical going into this. I’ve heard of your reputation as a womanizer, as a guy who will never settle down with one person in any capacity, and if I’ve been cheated on in the past. I’m pretty open to all the red flags and the tells, so I’ll pick up on it fast. If you ever cheat on me, we will be through with no second chances. I will drop you so fast you won’t know what hit you. That’s just the way it is.”
Kip nodded. “Agreed. That goes for you as well. It’s true, that I’ve had a history of not committing to anyone, but that was only because I’d never met anyone that I really wanted to commit to. And as far as the womanizer title, that is completely false. I never mislead anyone. I never told anyone I wanted a relationship when I didn’t or anything of the sort.”
“Ok, fair enough,” I said.
I enjoyed hearing that he thought what we had was very special. That was the subtext of what I heard through his words. What we had was special. It was different, for both of us. I was the only woman that he’d ever really wanted to commit to. That was saying something. I wondered how many women he’d been with before. I decided right then that I didn’t want to know.
We finished our dinner and the conversation flowed nicely. We talked a bit about our future plans and how things were coming along to make those dreams happen. But by the end of the evening, I wanted nothing more than to go to Kip’s place and have as much sex as possible. I’d wanted him all day. I was ready for him.
I just hoped he was ready for me…
* * *
His hard abs brushed against my face as I kissed those rigid muscles, tracing the outer edge of each perfectly sculpted magnificence. I breathed in deeply to inhale his sweet, masculine scent that was only partially covered up with body spray and cologne. Beneath that I could taste the real him, the slightly sweaty, earthy aroma of his body. My tongue shot out of my mouth and dragged itself across his stomach, resting in the lines between the outline of his muscles. Yes, that was the best… I loved to taste him, loved to feel his body, his skin tingling underneath my touch as I closed my mouth around my tongue pressure and slurped closer to the surface of his being.
We were both fully nude. We’d ripped our clothes from each other’s bodies the moment that we made it through the door. And now we were lying on the bed and I was showing Kip how much I needed him, how I’d thought about him constantly since the last time, and how I was going to take him to an even higher plane of existence and pleasure.
My mouth inched closer to his center, ever closer going down to his hard, stiff member that was poking against the side of my throat as I moved my head farther down. Oh, I wanted to wrap my lips around that sweet thickness. I loved the way he tasted and felt between my lips
, growing and writhing in my mouth, the very essence of his manhood mingling with the extension of my womanhood as I suckled at his nectar of desire.
I grabbed his hard girth and held it in my hand, looking up at it as I moved my mouth to his inner thighs and away from it ever so slightly. He was smiling now, Kip’s lips spread widely across his handsome face. Oh, he was enjoying this. My fingers danced along the length of his flesh pole as it grew harder in my hand. Holding it closer to me I breathed softly on it, and then I let my tongue slide up the underside of him and watched as he twitched with pleasure while my body accepted him into its mouth.
I opened up widely and swallowed him deeply into me, his full length engorging into my mouth as I let him push into me ever so slightly. I kept my eyes open as I watched his body rocking in and out of mine, the expression of love and lust mingled together so expertly on his face, and then the reversal as I pulled him back out of me only to let him proceed inside of me again.
My jaws were stretched to their limit. He was so thick! I couldn’t believe how gifted he was and how much my package craved his appendage to give it that sweet, sharp pain that very quickly turned into the longest lasting pleasure that I could never get enough of.
I pulled him out of my mouth and stroked him several times with my tightening fist. I watched his body squirm as I manipulated his head, played with his sack, and spit on his shaft to lube it up even more. He looked like he was going to come soon. I would have accepted this if he came hard into my mouth right then. I wanted to taste every drop of his sweet essence. That was something I would never stop craving. If anything, the more of him I tasted, the more I had to have. He was truly the best drug I could ever hope to get addicted to.
I opened my mouth widely and let Kip push himself into me slowly until he reached the end and then I wrapped my lips hard around his base where I gripped him tightly. I allowed my teeth to offer assistance and create the tightest grip, the most intense pleasure that I could. Then I swiftly applied more pressure to force him as far into my mouth, starting to go down my throat as I could, and then I held it. I breathed in slowly through my nose and this lifted the flavor off his skin even more and the music of those flavors swirled around my brain as my body was taken over by an animalistic lust that I didn’t know I even possessed.
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