Score: A Stepbrother Sports Romance

by Aubrey Irons

  She pulls away and winks at me, and I’m practically speechless; “You know I could just buy you the fucking toy and we could get to that part now.” She giggles as she grabs my hand and pulls me towards the game stands, and I’m wondering how I’m going to throw a fucking knife with a hard-on threatening to tear through my pants.

  Both Reagan and the guy dressed like a jester stare at me with their jaws on the ground when I manage to not only hit the bullseye on the first throw, but then subsequently split the handle of that first knife with the second and then third throws. I shrug and grin smugly at the guy as he wordlessly passes me the stuffed toy before I turn to bestow it on Reagan.

  “Ok, where the hell did you-”

  “Eh, it’s just this thing I can do.” I don’t need to tell her that back in Africa, throwing knives were like the chess game of the mercenary circuit.

  She’s just shaking her head at me though as she laughs and slips her hand into mine; “I don’t want to know, do I?”

  I laugh; “Someday, but for now, there’s some fried dough over there with our name on it; classic fairground fantasy fodder.” She wrinkles her nose at the mention of fried dough, but I pull her close and kiss her; “And then, don’t think I’m not going to take you up on that offer of bending you over that car and fucking that sweet pussy of yours.” I growl, nodding with my chin at the stuffed dragon in her hand and letting her feel how hard I am as I press against her.

  “You promise?” She whispers, her voice thick.

  I do manage to get her to eat fried dough, and we drink hot cider, and even watch a damned jousting match, and it’s amazing.

  No one knows her here; no one gives a shit who she is, and that’s a good thing. We laugh, and we’re making out in public like two idiot teenagers, and we’re invisible to the world around us. Out here, she’s not some hotshot politician. Out here, in my arms, she’s just a beautiful girl, kissing the luckiest guy in the damn world.

  26

  Reagan

  P R E S E N T

  “It looks so quiet from up here.”

  I’d grinned and feel a little thrill of excitement shiver through me when Hudson swerved off the main road onto the turnoff I’d recognized before.

  We’re back at our lookout spot on Bear Mountain looking out over the Hudson River and the shining lights of New York in the distance beyond that, just like we were all those years ago. Now though, it’s like I took every romantic fantasy I had back then and made them real. This time, we aren’t sitting on opposite sides, not touching and just sitting in our own unspoken feelings. This time, I’m snuggled right up against him, his arm is around my shoulders, and I’m leaning my head into his chest.

  Our hands toy with each other, palms sliding together and fingers interlocking with fingers as we just stare out over the city in the stillness of the night.

  “You’re right, you know,” I say, running my fingers over his wrist; “I do need to get out more often and just get away from all that.” I sigh. “Sometimes it just feels like I’m trapped in this whole act that isn’t even me; like I’m just playing a part in this play and spilling out the lines from this character I wasn’t ever meant to play.”

  “You should speak your mind and say what you wanna say more often, Archer.” He grins; “Hell, you don’t ever hold back with me and you’ve seemed to have gotten my attention.”

  I laugh and smack his hand away as it slides down over my breast; “Oh is that the kind of attention I’m looking for with my core voter pool?”

  He snorts; “Hell no, this belongs to me only.” His hands slides back down and cups my breast through my thin sweater, and I roll my eyes.

  “Oh, belongs to you, huh? So I guess I’m just your own private little plaything?”

  “Yep, you’ve got it.”

  I laugh again and nuzzle my face into his broad strong chest; “How come I can never tell if you’re a good influence or a terrible one?”

  He chuckles; “Tell me that’s not half the fun.”

  I close my eyes and grin and just savor the moment; “I just feel like we missed out on so much time, because of, well, you know.”

  He reaches down and turns my face up with his fingers on my chin, and his eyes are boring right into mine; “It was time I needed to figure out me, and and time that you needed to become, well, look at you; now you’re this fucking sexy as hell State Senate candidate.”

  I roll my eyes in mock disdain; “Oh, now? What was I back then, hmm?”

  He kisses me fiercely; “Oh you just weren’t a politician back then;” his slides his tongue teasingly over my lips, making me smile; “But that doesn’t mean you weren’t sexy as fuck.”

  Something about the way he says that word fuck sends a shiver of arousal through my body, and the fact that his hand is still on breast and that his finger is starting to circle slowly around my nipple through the thin material of the sweater has me suddenly squirming in my seat against him.

  “Say it again,” I whisper, biting my lip as I feel his mouth slide down to my ear.

  “What,” he says, sending electric shocks through my whole nervous system as he growls into my ear; “That you’re sexy as fuck?”

  A small gasp escapes my lips as my eyes close, and I can feel him grin devilishly into my ear; “Ahh, does innocent little Reagan Archer get hot and bothered when I say the word ‘fuck’?”

  “I’m innocent am I?”

  “Not after I’m done with you.”

  The moan that drops from my lips is the only confirmation he needs, and suddenly his hands are doing a lot more than teasing. I gasp as he slides them up under my sweater and under my bra, his fingers teasing my nipples. He kisses me fiercely, his lips bruising mine as he growls into my mouth, and only pulling back to pull the sweater off over my head and tear my bra off.

  His hands are on my waist, his fingers teasing along the seam of my jeans; “Take these off,” he growls into my mouth. I look around sheepishly, even though I know we’re the only ones up here.

  “Now, Princess.”

  His words send a throbbing wave of desire right through me. God, how does he do that to me? I’m not one to be bossed around like this, and yet no sooner does he say it then I’m unbuttoning them and pulling them down off my feet.

  “Those too.” He draws my mouth back to his as I skim my panties down my legs, and then I’m totally naked in the front of seat of Hudson Banks’s Charger.

  I curl my legs up under me, but he stops me with a hand on my thigh. “Uh-uh, show me.” He looks at me like a wolf cornering his prey. “Show me how you played with yourself when you’d think of me.”

  I blush and shake my head at him; “Why you arrogant-” I trail off as I bite my lip, seeing the fire in his eyes flare at me; seeing right into me. And suddenly, I want to show him; I want to show him everything.

  I keep my eyes locked on his as I spread my legs and lean back against the door behind me. My heart is racing in my ears as I slide my hand down over my stomach, and then I’m moaning quietly as my fingers find my wetness. I’m biting my lip and gasping quietly as I roll my fingers over my aching clit, and the look of pure unbridled hunger and lust in his eyes is driving me crazy, as is the huge bulge in pants.

  And then he’s pulling his shirt off, and my eyes are roaming over his muscles and his tattoos and his scars, and it’s so fucking hot and feels so goddamn sexy to be touching myself like this while he watches; “Hudson, I want to see-”

  But he’s already yanking his pants down, and his thick cock is springing up to slap against his muscled abdomen. And then he’s leaning over across the seat between us and kissing his way up the inside of my thigh. My head is thrown back, and I’m biting my lip and still rubbing my clit as his tongue drags over my lips and pushes inside. My other hand clutches at his hair as he licks me slowly and then faster and faster, his tongue swirling around my opening before he slides it up and sucks my finger and my clit between his lips and sucks.

  When he pushed a f
inger inside of me and curls it up against that sweet spot just inside, I’m crying out his name and bucking against him as I come for him.

  And then I’m pushing him back and crawling into his lap. I can feel him pulsing hot against me as I grab him by the face and kiss him, tasting my own sweetness and not only not even caring but actually feeling more turned on by it. I reach down between us and position him against me, teasing him with my slippery wetness until he growls and pulls away from my lips.

  “Hang on, I think I’ve got one in-”

  “No.”

  He frowns and looks up at me questioningly; “Reag-”

  “Don’t put one on,” I say quietly, my eyes flashing as we lock gazes; “Not this time. I want to feel you and just you inside of me.”

  He groans, his jaw tightening and his cock throbbing against me; “I’ve, uh-“ He furrows his brow; “That’s my one hard fast rule. I’ve never without one.”

  I bite my lip, grinning at him shyly; “Look who you’re talking to, Marine; neither have I.”

  His chest is rising and falling quickly with his breath as he stares at me with lust and wonder on his face, a look that makes me feel like every stupid girl-hood princess fantasy; “I’m clean-”

  “So am I,” I say quietly, unable to stop myself from rocking my hips against him and feeling his thickness against me; “And I’m on the pill.”

  This is utterly insane and totally reckless, and nothing I could picture myself doing in a million years, but that’s just how he makes me feel. It’s like he has this sort of power over me, and yet the fact that he’s willing to take the same leap with me speaks to the power I have over him; it’s a power we have with together, and it’s the last assurance I need.

  “Fuck me, Hudson.” I whisper into his lips; “Fuck me like we’re the last two people on Earth.” I slide back onto him, gasping as I feel his head begin to slide into me.

  “Fuck, Reagan.” He groans, and I’m whimpering as he slowly fills me entirely with his impressive length. His hands hold me tightly by the waist as he rocks in deeply, pulling me further and further down onto him until I moan as I feel myself press tight against his body. He feels incredible inside of me, filling me like I’ve never felt before, and when he grunts, I can feel the throbbing twitch of his pulse deep inside. His hands clutch at my ass, grinding himself against me and hitting that secret spot inside as we just rock like that for a second.

  “Holy shit, Reagan, you feel fucking incredible.” He slides his fingers into my hair and grabs a handful of it, using his hold to pull me to his lips.

  “Just you, and just me; nothing separating us,” I moan into his mouth.

  We begin to rock together like that, me straddling his lap right there in the car as he plunges me up and down his length. We moan together, our breath and our tongues mingling as his hard muscled arms hold me tight and rock me against him.

  He yanks my head back by the hair, making me cry out with pain and pleasure as his lips nip and suck at the sensitive skin along my collarbone. I rock on him, my nipples dragging over his chest and my clit grinding into his pubic bone as we move faster and faster together and I feel myself begin to tumble over the edge.

  “I’m- I’m going to- Oh fuck, Hudson, I’m-”

  “Oh fuck me too,” He growls, biting my earlobe and rocking deep into me; “Come for me, Reagan, come all over my big cock.” The thought of Hudson coming with me, bare and totally unprotected inside of me has me clawing at the edges of my sanity as I begin to fall. He grinds up into me one last time, and it’s like a bomb going off.

  I scream his name, my fingers clawing at his biceps and his shoulders as the whole world shatters around me. He’s hugging me to him tightly as he roars out my name, and then I can feel him throbbing within me as he lets go and just fills me with his hot cum.

  We stay like that, wrapped in each other’s arms and in each other’s heat in the steamy-windowed darkness of the car.

  There’s so much I want to say in that moment, and then later when we drive home in grinning silence, or even after that back at his penthouse when I curl up to him in his bed, but I just don’t know how. I can give a million wordy speeches to crowds of cheers or jeers, or cameras broadcasting my face and my words to televisions across the country, and it’s effortlessly without a second thought in the world.

  So why is it when it comes to saying three words to the one man I’m dying to say them too, I suddenly feel like I’ve come down with stage fright?

  27

  Hudson

  P R E S E N T

  “Oh my God, you’re terrible!” I grin as she squirms in my arms, fighting but not really fighting me as I kiss up the side of her neck.

  “Hudson!” She hisses, before a low moan escapes her lips and she closes her eyes as I nibble at her earlobe; “I’m on stage for the speech in like ten minutes!” She moans again, her hands running up my arms and clutching at my shoulders.

  “We should really start timing these shenanigans for when I’m not about to walk in front of a bunch of TV cameras looking like I just rolled around bed with someone.”

  In fairness, we do this other than when she’s about to walk out for a speech or a debate or something too; all the fucking time in fact. But the fact that I want her all the time, and the fact that neither of us can keep our hands off each other means that here we are in situations just like this with my hand creeping up under her blouse, and her hand stroking my cock through my pants.

  “Yeah, but you love our shenanigans.” I growl into her ear, making her giggle before my fingers on her nipple makes her gasp.

  “Well, yeah, but - oh fuck, right there.” I grin as my lips center around that magic switch of a spot I’ve found at the base of her neck, right where it slopes into her collarbone. Her hand starts to fumble at my belt-buckle, and then she’s pushing her hand inside and wrapping her fingers around my cock.

  “Hell of a protest you’re putting on here, Red.” I groan into her neck, letting my own hand slip down to her skirt. I slide my hand up under it, and suddenly pull away to stare at her with shocked amusement; “Is little Miss Reagan Archer not wearing panties?”

  She blushes, but it’s more of a hungry look than anything embarrassed; “I want you in the car ride home, after,” She purrs quietly in a way that makes my cock throb in her hand; “I thought I’d make that easier.”

  “Jesus who are you, woman, and what have you done with sweet little Reagan?” I grin, moving down to kiss her as I slide my fingers into her wetness.

  “I think it’s what you do to sweet little Reagan,” she husks sexily into my mouth, and I growl.

  I push her back against the desk, sliding her up onto it and pushing between her thighs. She’s moaning and pulling my cock out of my fly, and I’m teasing against her opening.

  We’re kissing and gasping, and so into the moment that neither of us hear the door to her prep-room open, and it’s not until we hear it slam and Donald’s bellowing yell that we spring apart like we’ve just been shocked with a current.

  Reagan’s sliding off the desk and smoothing her skirt, her face bright red, and I’m stuffing my cock into my pants as I look at fucking Donald over my shoulder.

  “Oh now this is fucking perfect isn’t it!” His face is bright red and puffing mad, and as I turn around to face him, he narrows his eyes at me; “Yeah, we’ve got big trouble now, Hudson.”

  28

  Reagan

  P R E S E N T

  There’s a ringing in my ears as I look around the room in slow-motion; like in the movies after some kind of explosions. But I suppose you could say a bomb has just gone off here too.

  Donald is sputtering something, and slowly, as the pulsing ring in my ears dies away, his shrieking words hit me.

  “Oh now this is fucking perfect now isn’t it?” His face is contorted as he shakes his head, wagging his finger at me like I’m some misbehaving child; “First you go off script, and then you’re back here slumming it with this
piece of trash! You’re going to ruin this whole thing for me, Reagan!”

  I narrow my eyes at him; “For you, Donald? I’m sorry, remind me who’s campaign-”

  “Oh, save it, honey. Do you know how many hands of trust fund brats I’ve held through first round elections? You think you’re special just because you’re playing kissy-face with this washout?”

  Hudson’s face goes dark, but Donald barrels right along; “I set things up with Chet, who tests very well with our voter base, and you’re going to ruin that with this schmuck! Jesus Christ, Reagan, why can’t you just follow the plans I fucking tell you to follow?!”

  “Maybe because you work for her, and maybe because your plans suck, that’s why.” Hudson growls, taking a step towards him.

  Donald fumes as he whirls on Hudson; “You stay the hell out of this! I don’t need one of William Archer’s stupid little fucking pet projects stepping on my toes here. He should have left you in whatever third world pocket he found you in and let you rot; hell, he should have stayed there himself.”

  I can feel the rage explode out of me; “You do not talk about him OR my father like that, asshole!”

  Donald whirls on me, his face red and puffing as he shoves a piece of paper into my hands; “We’re going to fix this right now. Read this when you go out there, and say only this. I swear to God, you are not going to ruin this for me you spoiled little bitch!”

  Hudson’s fist is already drawn back when he steps forward, but before he even gets close, I slap Donald hard across the face.

  He gasps and sputters, holding the red mark on his cheek and gaping at me; “Oh, now you’re going to regret that! I’m calling my attorney!”

  “Be my guest,” I spit out; “Oh and, Donald, I think it might go without saying, but you’re fired.”