Forbidden Knight

by Bartlett, Jecca

  After their folks marriage had imploded, he had tried to keep track of her, at least at first. He had attended every one of the ice shows she had been in, watched her blossom and become beautiful. He had kept an eye on her, and had even shut down a couple of the guys when they had said some stuff he didn't like. He didn't want them breaking her heart just to get in her pants. She was better than that, she deserved better.

  Of course he'd had a few fantasies of his own about her, but he had kept his distance. The whole thing would have been too weird, and she deserved someone special. He was just an everyday jock, drinking and fighting, and riding a bus from city to city. She could do better.

  And now? Now here she was. In his bed. Not that he could do anything, or even would if no one was around. They were from different worlds now, she was trying to live her vagabond dream life free and unchained from the world, and he had a team to answer to. But the thought of her, waiting in his bunk was completely distracting. He was getting hard just imagining what he'd like to do to her.

  "Justus! Justus! Man, we're talking to you! Hello!" Nate was snapping his fingers in front of Justus's face to get his attention. "Al pulled us over for a pit stop, wanna go in and get a drink?" He looked out the window and saw one lone neon sign in the window flashing, 'Ope.. '

  Perfect, a little hole in the wall place in the middle of nowhere, where no one would know him.

  "Sure, sure I'll go in." One drink, just one, would help him forget, and relax, and somehow sleep with Eva barely a breath away from him. He held his finger to his lips to indicate they should be as quiet as possible, in case Eva was sleeping. He didn't intend to check.

  The boys from the bus pushed the door to the bar open and the familiar smell of damp wood and beer floated out. The digital jukebox was singing some sad country song and most surprisingly, the place was jammed. Must be this was the only place to drink out here in the middle of nowhere.

  Justus and some of the guys headed for a table while Nate and a few others went to the bar to rustle up some pitchers. No sense trying to drink anything but beer when it was this busy. The table was sticky and Justus leaned his back against the wall to avoid touching anything.

  Across the room, a dark-eyed brunette with a beautiful smile caught his eye. Justus was startled and looked away. He hadn't had a steady girlfriend in, well, he didn't know how long, and it seemed like a hook-up was out of the question with his pretend fiancée along for the ride. He ducked his eyes, but it was too late.

  "Hey, you're a player aren't you?"

  "Hockey, you mean?"

  "I mean any kind of playing you might have in mind."

  "I was only thinking of playing some pool, to be honest."

  "Well, I'm a damn fine shot, how about it? I'm Lainey." She tossed over her shoulder.

  "Justus," he replied as he followed her to the pool table.

  And just like that he was playing with fire all over again. He almost didn't care, the insurance company could pound it. He could handle himself.

  Justus let Lainey break, and right away he realized she hadn't been lying. She almost ran the table before one missed a pocket by a hair's breadth and he was up. He was a pretty fair player himself but no match for her. And honestly, he wasn't feeling it tonight. Besides surely Eva was awake by now and had noticed the deafening silence on the bus.

  No sooner did he think it, than his fears came true as the door to the bar banged open and Eva stood in the doorway. Her hourglass figure was outlined in the neon of the bar, with the black night providing a sultry backdrop. He couldn't help but stare at her, and for the first time he realized just how hard...um...difficult, sleeping with her in the same bunk was going to be.

  Her jeans fit her hips like a glove, outlining her beautiful legs and tapering down to her come fuck me heels. Her top was white and billowy, making him think about sliding his hands under it. Except for her scowl, and the smoke coming out her ears, she was just what he would have wished for. If he had time for wishing.

  As it stood right now, he didn't have time for much.

  Eva stood in the doorway for one beautiful moment, she was a vision. And angry vision. When she moved she was a ship under full sail. She spotted him and made a beeline for the pool table.

  She reached him in just a few strides, she could move pretty quick when she was mad, apparently, even on those pointy-toed heels of hers. Justus filed that information away for later, he felt like he might make her mad a lot.

  "What, what, are you doing!?" she hiss whispered.

  "We just stopped off the bus for a drink, but I was just leaving." He hiss-whispered back

  "You'd better be just leaving. I swear to God I'm not losing my job", she checked the old neon clock on the wall behind the bar, "less than 20 hours into my first day."

  "Is everything ok?" Lainey stood at his side, glaring at Eva.

  "Everything is fine, fine, I'm Eva, nice to meet you."

  "Get your own guy, sweetheart, I don't see any chains on this one, and I saw him first." Lainey pulled all five feet two inches of herself up and glared up at Eva.

  "Nice try, but actually, we're engaged. So, you may have seen him first in here, but I have dibs." And with that Eva flashed a huge diamond ring at her.

  Justus blinked, and looked again. Yep, a ring. A big ring. Where had that come from? He hoped the front office hadn't taken it upon themselves to lighten his bank account for it. Damn, he was going to have to check into that.

  Justus didn't want to be a pussy with Eva leading him out of the bar, but he really didn't feel like a brawl tonight either. His teammates didn't appear to feel the same way. He looked around, they were drawing a crowd. Dammit!

  "Yep, it's true, she's my sweetheart," he said, pulling Eva close. He could feel her stiffen slightly, but hell if this was the game she wanted to play, he was down with playing too.

  "Well, okay then!" and Lainey huffed off.

  "Where you been sugar britches? Here, let me get you a drink."

  "No, no drink. And you need to finish what you've got and be done with it too. We have to go."

  "Why," he pulled her in close as if to kiss her, but whispered in her ear instead, "there's nothing to look forward to in the bunk, right? So might as well stay here and have another."

  Eva pulled back, then leaned in hard and pulled his head down to her mouth, "we'll stay for one more and that's it, you don't want me to make a scene, and I don't want to either. We both have a lot riding on this, and you're not gonna screw it up for either of us. Got that?" she finished with a big kiss on his lips. It wasn't a lingering kiss, but he could feel her passion, her intensity, and much to his dissatisfaction, his jeans got a bit tight. Again.

  He hoped she couldn't tell, but damn...

  Eva winked at him as she stepped back, "Like it when I'm bossy do ya?" she tossed over her shoulder as she picked up the pitcher and went to the bar for more beer.

  His head was spinning. He didn't know what he liked, but it damn sure wasn't having a babysitter. On the other hand hitting on her and making her uncomfortable was fun. Except it seemed to have made him uncomfortable too. He shifted again, trying to rearrange his hard-on inside his jeans.

  She waltzed back to the table and set down the pitcher, "Come on boys, he can't drink this all by himself you know," she said to the other players, several of whom pushed past him toward the pitcher to refill their glasses.

  "Be right back," she patted him on the arm and headed for the old fashioned jukebox with a handful of coins.

  He watched her walk away and wondered what had just happened here. He didn't want to start a fight, he didn't want her bossing him around, and he most definitely didn't want to be watching her ass and wanting to grab it. Definitely not grabbing it. This is what happened when the coach insisted on no sex before he knew it he was having daydreams about women he was pretty sure he didn't even like.

  Although he was getting kind of fond of that smile again after all these years. Shit! There it was again, he
shook his head, he needed to get laid and get Eva off his mind. She had made sure that wasn't happening tonight, though!

  Justus turned to the waist high bar table and sipped his beer. He was going to slow it down. But not because she said so. He had been planning to take it easy anyway. It had nothing to do with her. He was almost convinced.

  Eva glanced at the panel on the jukebox and made her selections. She knew he was watching her and she thanked her lucky stars for all the skating she had done as a kid, and all the hip thrusters she had done in the last 6 months. That Brett the butt guy knew what he was talking about when it came to firming up your ass. She was pretty proud of her butt. She felt like Justus was enjoying it too.

  She ran her fingernail down the selections and punched the buttons. So old-fashioned, this jukebox that took quarters, but kind of cool. Eva turned to head back to the table where Justus was as the music started. She reached for his hand and tugged him toward her, pulling him to his feet.

  Justus tried to beg off, he pulled back toward the table, but she wasn't having it. Lainey was circling like a shark and he didn't want to end up with her either. Ungraciously he headed toward the dance floor. Might as well go for it, no sense in making a scene. Not yet anyway.

  She'd had no idea the guy could dance, but damn if he couldn't. Justus took her hand and started to boot-scoot boogie, spinning her this way and that. It was all she could do to keep up, but she managed. Other people joined them, crowding the little bar floor, and some stood back and watched. She felt like Cinderella at the ball, with him twirling her left, then right, stepping behind her and putting his hand at her hip. He leaned in as they quick stepped around the floor, and she smelled his cologne, and beer and fresh clean laundry scent, and she was dizzy with it. Or maybe it was the dancing?

  At the end, he finished by setting her on his knee with a flourish and some people clapped. She turned to him with a big smile on her face.

  "Thank you. You learned a few things since you were 16."

  "No problem, darlin'. And yes, yes I have," he winked. "You ready for another beer?"

  "I hate to do this, but we need to get back on the bus. Really. I thought we should dance so it wouldn't look so much like your new fiancee dragged you out by your leash, but that's exactly what I'm here to do."

  She saw a shadow pass momentarily over his eyes and caught herself. She hadn't meant to imply that she was only there to babysit.

  "It was fun, really, it's just, we need to get back."

  "Right, right you are," he said as he drained his beer and took her arm to leave.

  He was all business now, and she felt bad about that. It had been some unexpected fun. But she had a job to do and she was damned if him being hot as hell, and bad news for a number of reasons, not the least of which was that they used to be related, was going to derail her. And now, she had to go sleep, as in only sleep, with him and keep her hands to herself.

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  Eva stared at the ceiling as the bus carried them to toward their home arena, and Justus's home. Justus was squished in next to her, so she was facing the wall. After using the teeny tiny bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth, again, she had slipped back into her tracksuit. So, in addition to being squished into the bunk, she was warm and uncomfortable.

  She had no idea how he was sleeping. But he was, she knew it was true because he was snoring in her ear. His arm was draped around her middle and she was afraid if she moved it, that would wake him. Or shift it to less safe places on her body. And being awake with him snugged tight against her ass would be way worse than having him sleeping there.

  It actually felt kind of good, it had been a long time since she had slept with someone cuddled in tight. Greg had traveled all the time, (and now she knew why!) and so even when they were a couple, they were hardly ever in the same bed at night.

  The novelty of having this amazingly hot guy snugged in close was pretty much entire offset by the knowledge that--

  1. She was doing a J.O.B.

  2. They had once been step-siblings, even if it was for a very short time.

  3. Well, there was no 3, the whole J.O.B. thing was really all that needed to be said.

  Eva took a deep breath and gently tried to slide her pants down. Sleeping in such close quarters while wearing anything at all was nuts. This tracksuit was feeling like her own personal sauna.

  She carefully reached down and snagged the waistband of her pants, and slowly, slowly inched them down her legs. His breathing didn't change and so she slid the pants down further. They had fallen asleep with no covers on because it was so warm, so all she had to do was inch them down to her ankles then kick them off. One more tug, almost there...

  "What are you doing? Can't wait to get your pants off when you're near me? Is that it?" Justus whispered in her ear.

  "No. God! I'm too warm."

  "Maybe it's because I'm so hot?"

  "Stop being annoying," Eva hissed. "I just needed to be able to take these off. I'm sorry if I woke you."

  "Let me help," he said. Justus slid his hand along her hip until he found her waistband. His fingers were warm and soft and everywhere they touched she felt heat. He was taking his sweet time, but she didn't want to say anything. Whether it was because she was afraid he would stop, or afraid he would keep going, she didn't know for sure.

  Eva shivered at his touch and her desire for him washed over her. He ran his hand very slowly down her leg and she couldn't believe how good his hand felt. She had to stop thinking about those hands other places She gritted her teeth and pressed her legs close together so that her turn-coat lady parts would maybe go back to sleep and stop wanting him so much.

  He inched her pants down the last bit and scooped them over her feet. Eva kicked them to the edge of the bunk and tried to move closer to the wall.

  "Is that better?"

  "Yes," Eva said through her still clenched teeth.

  "Why are you talking like that?"

  "I'm whispering, we're surrounded, I'm trying to be polite."

  "No, you're gritting your teeth," he said as he pulled her onto her back and leaned up on one elbow to gaze down at her face.

  "This is hard, isn't it?"

  "What's hard?" she asked suspiciously.

  "This," he waved his free hand. "All this proximity."

  "No," she lied. "No, it's fine. I have no problem being so close to you."

  "Really?"

  She noticed that his face seemed softer in the glow of the nightlight on the bus. She felt like she had to give him something, she could admit this was hard, right? That wouldn't be a problem.

  "Okay, yes, a little."

  "Me too," he said simply, and then he lay back down.

  Well, that was unsatisfying, she thought, as she rolled back toward the wall of the bus. Justus snugged in close to her and she felt him against her ass. She had to keep herself from wiggling her butt into his crotch. Some professional. She pretended to be asleep, hoping real sleep would come.

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  When Eva woke up she rolled onto her back and opened one eye slightly. Staring at the ceiling she tried to recall where she was. It definitely wasn't the ceiling from her mom's house, and not her place with Greg. Then it all came flooding back in a rush and she flopped her hand to the side, realizing that Justus was gone. Eva leaned over and parted the curtain for the bunk and peered out.