Out of Bounds: A Sports Romance (Soulmates Series Book 5)

by Hazel Kelly

  My eyes grew wide.

  “And you’re looking at it.”

  “Very funny.”

  “Don’t worry,” he said. “If you get spooked, you can jump into my arms.”

  “I bet you’d like that.”

  “I would,” he said. “Especially if you press your wet tits against my chest and wrap your legs around me.”

  I glared at him, but it was hard to maintain my irritated façade when the water was actually quite pleasant…though that didn’t seem to stop my nipples from getting so hard they ached.

  For a few minutes, we just floated around, enjoying the gentle lapping sounds of the water against the bank and the shadows cast by the clouds passing in front of the moon.

  “What do you think?” he asked, coming up behind me.

  “I like this better than the party.”

  “Me too,” he said, sliding his large hands around my waist.

  I leaned back against his solid chest as he took my buoyant breasts in his hands, kneading their slippery surface and flicking my puckered nipples with his fingertips.

  “This is the wettest you’ve ever been,” he said, pressing his hard-on between the cheeks of my ass.

  “Very funny.”

  “Seems I have that effect on you,” he said, turning me around.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, pinning his erection against his stomach. “Cocky,” I said, casting my eyes down between us.

  “I suppose pretending to drop you right now would be really uncool since you have your glasses on.”

  “You suppose right,” I said, tilting my hips up so I could feel his hardness against me.

  He dropped his head and kissed me, pulling the wet ends of my hair back until my stomach dropped and I opened my mouth to him further. His kisses were urgent and overwhelming, and he stole my breath from me time and time again as he turned my tongue over his.

  It felt good to be in his arms, to be held by him, to feel him grow against me, but he was right, I wanted more. I couldn’t tell him I didn’t want to feel him deep inside me, because I did want that. I wanted it more than I could admit, more than was rational, more than I could bear.

  I needed it like I needed my next breath, and I couldn’t wait any longer. Not when I knew how bad I wanted to give him what he wanted, how bad I wanted to be the thing he wanted.

  “Luke,” I whispered between kisses as I reached for him, taking him in my hand as I backed my hips up and pressed his swollen head against my slit.

  He stopped kissing me and dropped his forehead against mine, our panting breaths mixing between us.

  I tightened my grip on him and lifted my eyes, saying nothing.

  He pulled me closer.

  I bit my lip, keeping my eyes on his as he spread me open and sank me down his throbbing shaft one inch at a time.

  His chest rose and fell in front of me as he pushed the air from my lungs, forcing a quiet moan from my throat as my head fell back.

  I closed my eyes as he drew me to the base of his swollen cock and dropped his lips against my glowing neck, biting me gently.

  Just like he said he would.

  T W E N T Y S I X

  - Luke -

  My breath mingled with Rosie’s in the narrow space between us as I buried myself inside her and held her still.

  I could feel myself throbbing in her soft warmth, could feel her squeezing me so intensely it made me lightheaded.

  Neither of us spoke. We just stayed like that, me inside her and her wrapped in my arms, kissing one another gently.

  “It’s better,” she whispered. “The reality.”

  One corner of my mouth turned up as I admired the way the glowstick necklace cast rays of neon light up her neck. “Worth the wait,” I said, realizing she was too tight to bounce on my dick.

  Not only would it be too splashy and ruin the erotic silence enveloping us, but the water would create an unsatisfactory friction for her that would likely have the opposite effect on me, and the last thing I wanted to do after waiting all this time was rush things.

  I started towards the shore, putting one tentative foot in front of the other. With every step, I could feel her squeezing me, could feel myself surging deep inside her.

  She dragged her nails through the hair at the back of my head, triggering tingling sensations that met the ones already shooting up my spine.

  As we reached shallower water, I could feel the cool breeze over the lake passing across my back, then my ass, then my legs. And when I reached the water’s edge, I laid her down on the muddy bank as gently as I could and looked down at her, my body casting a shadow over her place on the beach.

  She unwrapped her legs from my waist and exhaled, adjusting to my new angle.

  When she tilted her hips up, I pushed in a little farther, turned on by the way her breath hitched in her throat.

  “Luke,” she whispered, arching her back. “More.”

  I backed my hips up and plunged into her again, the contrast between the cool air and her warm body on my dick shooting thrills up my spine. But I didn’t want to speed up. I wanted to give it to her nice and slow, to see every flicker of pleasure pass across her face, to make the moment last.

  She moaned as I massaged her from the inside out, choking every inch of me with her delicious pussy as she let herself go. It was sexy how uninhibited she was with me inside her, how unself-conscious.

  The sight of her enjoying herself so thoroughly only made me harder, and it frightened me how much it was about her, how much being with her made me feel like I was new at this. It didn’t make sense. I had plenty of experience, and yet sex had never made me feel this way, never made me feel this connected to somebody.

  She stretched her arms over her head, her pale breasts rising before me. I grabbed one, kneading her soft flesh in my hands and pinching her nipple towards me.

  When I pulled my hand away, I noticed her breast had my muddy handprint on it.

  “What?” she asked, noticing my smile.

  “Nothing.”

  She looked down and laughed. “Camo boob.”

  “It’s a good look for you,” I said.

  She dragged a clump of mud across my chest. “And you.”

  I folded one of her legs against my hip and rolled onto my side, hitting her from a different angle.

  She exhaled sharply, as if she were making room for my dick, and the way she looked at me from under her heavy eyelids was enough to keep me in wet dreams forever.

  “More,” she said again. “Give me everything.”

  I rolled onto my back, and she cried out as the weight of her body sank down around my dick. As soon as she registered the noise she made, she dropped her chest against mine and looked around like a skittish cat.

  “It’s okay,” I said, kissing her.

  Her tongue melted in my mouth as she began to writhe on top of me, and the feel of her riding me as she crushed her muddy tits against my chest was a high unlike any I’d ever known.

  I squeezed the cheeks of her round ass in my hands. “Show me how you work a dick, Rosie.”

  She pushed herself up carefully, anchored her hands on my shoulders, and looked down at me.

  The moon behind her made her silhouette glow over me, and I blinked, trying to burn the image to memory.

  Slowly, she started to rock over me, her hips moving in a circle as she slid up and down my dick.

  I forced a finger between us, crushing her clit against the base of my shaft.

  “Yeah,” she moaned, her whole face furrowing as she unhinged her hips.

  I’d never felt luckier than I did then as I watched her lose herself in fucking me. “I want to feel you come,” I said when she picked up the pace. I moved my finger, but she kept crushing her clit in the same spot until I could feel her lips burning against me. “Come on, Rosie.” I grabbed her ass and started sliding her down against the base of my shaft, over and over, bouncing her right where I could feel her tightne
ss the most.

  “I’m going to come,” she mouthed, looking down at me with a mixture of fear and excitement in her eyes as she squeezed my shoulders.

  I clenched my jaw and sank my fingers into her thighs, keeping my eyes on hers until I saw the moment they went black. A split second later, her body spasmed and poured over me, and I bucked up into her, filling her with my load right before she collapsed against my chest.

  “Shit,” she said, panting against my neck.

  I closed my eyes for a second, enjoying the weight of her body on mine.

  She lifted herself up just enough to look at me. “That was epic.”

  I laughed.

  “Seriously, Luke.” She pushed her hair back, smearing mud all over her forehead. “I-I…”

  “Shhh,” I said, hugging her to me again, her back rising and falling against my hands. “No one has ever worked my dick like that.”

  “Really?” she asked, popping back up.

  “Really.”

  “So it was good for you, too?” she asked. “Because it was really good for me.”

  “I’m glad,” I said. “And yes, it was good for me, too.”

  She smiled and laid down on my chest again. “Good.”

  “I could give you a few pointers, if you want, but—”

  Her mouth was hanging open when she sprang back up.

  “That was a joke,” I said.

  She scowled at me.

  “Seriously,” I said. “Perfection.”

  “Muddy perfection.”

  “Yeah,” I said. “Life-affirming, muddy perfection.”

  T W E N T Y S E V E N

  - Rosie -

  There was mud under my fingernails when I woke up.

  And my vagina was sore. Like, really sore. Which was a first. Sure, the first time I had sex it felt a little funny when I sneezed or sat the next day, but not like this. I couldn’t even clench it without my whole body being instantly transported to last night.

  I rolled my head to the side, but Nikki wasn’t there. All her shit was on the bedside table, though, so she must’ve made it back. Not that I remembered.

  Everything that happened after the skinny dipping felt like some sort of dream sequence. I gasped and sat up, terrified that I might have crawled in bed all muddy. But then it came back to me…the memory of Luke and me wiping the mud off each other in the lake, getting dressed, him walking me back here.

  I lay back down, curled into a ball, and smiled.

  My whole body felt like it was filled with wildflowers, like the sun was shining on me, like Julie Andrews might waltz in singing about her favorite things at any moment and throw the window open. I pulled the covers over my face and wondered how I was going to keep from beaming like an idiot for the rest of the day.

  After all, I needed to act casual. I didn’t feel casual, of course. I felt like there was a big arrow floating over my head displaying a message that said “Just Got Laid” in flashing round bulbs. I also felt like I should just die right then because last night was obviously the best night of my life and trying to match that high was only going to result in a lifetime of pain.

  I took a few deep breaths.

  I needed to get a grip, needed to remember who the hell I was. I needed to feel the firm ground beneath my feet…figuratively, at least, as I was in no real hurry to get up. Okay, so who was I? A student? A daughter? A responsible citizen? A fool?

  Because only a fool would go skinny dipping with a football player and then have unprotected sex with him. Fuck.

  I felt the color drain from my face.

  What the hell had I been thinking?

  Oh wait, I know. I’d been thinking that I was sick of wanting Luke and not having him. I’d been thinking that I should throw caution to the wind because YOLO and FOMO and JOMO and all the other acronyms I looked down on when I was sober.

  Pfff. Well. I’d certainly done that.

  And now I had to figure out what the hell I was going to do about it.

  “Wake up, sleepyhead,” Nikki sang as her footsteps creaked across the wooden floorboards.

  I moaned to let her know I didn’t appreciate her cheerfulness.

  She jumped on the bed and peeled the covers down around my face.

  “I need help,” I said, comforted by the familiar appearance of her morning after raccoon eyes.

  “You need breakfast,” she said. “And painkillers.”

  I started to shake my head and thought better of it. “No. I think I need something stronger.”

  She raised her eyebrows.

  I lowered my voice to a whisper. “I think I need the morning-after pill.”

  She struggled to suppress the thin smile that spread between her pale cheeks.

  “Don’t make that face. This is not a good thing.”

  “Relax,” she said. “I’ll take you to get it as soon as we get back to campus.”

  “What if I need something else?”

  She furrowed her brow. “What do you mean?”

  “What if I…picked something up?”

  “From Luke?” she asked.

  “How did you know?”

  She rolled her eyes, sat up, and laid a bouquet of wildflowers down between us. “Because these were on the stoop for you this morning.”

  “There’s an ant on that one,” I said, pointing to a daisy.

  Nikki squealed and rolled over with the bouquet, dropped it on the floor, and turned back to face me.

  “Was there a note or anything?” I asked.

  “Just with your name on it.”

  “Do you think he picked those himself?”

  She stuck out her bottom lip. “Considering the bunch is held together by a knotted Gatorade wrapper, I’d say the chances are good.”

  I hugged myself. “I don’t feel normal.”

  “Are we talking sprung scale or hungover scale?”

  “It’s hard to tell,” I said. “But I think how sprung I am is probably taking the edge off my hangover.”

  “Plus, it’s noon.”

  My eyes grew wide. “Fuck. Really?! Is the health clinic even going to be open by the time we get back to campus?”

  “We will get you some Plan B. Don’t freak.”

  “And if I need something stronger?”

  “You’d have to get tested first,” she said. “And even if you picked something up from Luke, it won’t be anything serious.”

  “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”

  “I mean, it’s not like he gave you Aids,” she said. “Worst-case scenario, you’ll need a quick dose of antibiotics.”

  My stomach churned.

  “And he won’t need anything, because I’ll fucking kill him.”

  I exhaled. “For a second I thought you weren’t taking this seriously.”

  “No, I am. I get that it’s serious,” she said. “But you have known the guy for a long time. I don’t think he would put you at risk, and I guarantee he’s been tested recently.”

  “How can you possibly guarantee that?”

  “Because all the athletes have,” she said. “The school’s reputation kinda depends on it.”

  “So you’re not worried?”

  “Only about his swimmers.”

  I rolled over, grabbed my glasses off the bedside table, and turned back to face her as I slid them on.

  “Why are your hands so dirty?” she asked.

  I pressed my lips together.

  “Rosie.”

  “I was playing in the mud.”

  She groaned. “For once, could you just give me the full fucking story without me having to beg?”

  “We went skinny dipping,” I said. “And then…did it in the mud.”

  She laughed. “That’s amazing!”

  I felt my cheeks burn.

  “Good for you,” she said.

  “Don’t be patronizing.”

  “I’m not. I’m genuinely happy for you. I don’t know if it’s Luke or college or the fact that you feel enti
tled to misbehave in my slutty clothes, but I like this new side of you.”

  “Me too,” I said. “I’m just afraid of forgetting who I am.”

  “You can’t forget something you don’t know,” she said. “You have to try new things to figure it out. That’s what college is for, and you’re totally nailing it.”

  “I appreciate the support.”

  “When you try new things, don’t think of it as losing yourself, think of it as looking for yourself.”

  “And if I find myself in the mud?”

  “Well, Kim barfed in her own purse last night,” she said. “Ellie got sloppy seconds from the same guy Marie hooked up with, and the only action I saw was with you.”

  “So comparatively, I did pretty well.”

  “You did very well,” she said. “The guy left you a bunch of handpicked, bug-covered flowers this morning.”

  “Crazy.”

  “I mean, he clearly woke up drunk, but it’s still pretty sweet.”

  “It is, isn’t it?” I asked, a smug grin finally overtaking my face.

  “Very,” she said. “Now get your tramp ass up before you get pregnant.”

  F L A S H B A C K

  - Luke -

  I poured some beer down my throat and glared over my cup across the living room at Alistair the Great. At least, that’s what I figured he called himself in his private moments as he styled his bullshit coif and ran his fingertips over his baby-soft skin, which he swore up and down he had to shave twice a day.

  I didn’t buy it though. I’d never seen so much as a tuft of peach fuzz on the guy’s stiff upper lip, and if he had balls, they certainly hadn’t dropped. His posh, affected voice was as high-pitched as a woman’s, and he dressed like he was an intern for the BBC’s period drama department.

  Seriously, I couldn’t think of a single thing I liked about the guy.

  At football practice, I pictured his face on the pop-up dummies I had to tackle over and over, and sometimes I daydreamed about going full-blown MMA on his ass. Unfortunately, my imagination wasn’t active enough to imagine him putting up a real fight, and there was nothing worse than a grown man letting out big hiccupping crocodile tears as he clung to the ground for dear life.