RHINO: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (With FREE Bonus Novel OFFSIDE!)

by Abbey Foxx

  “So, what now?” she asks.

  “Now we go home, rest, carry on as normal.”

  “The Alex Vann Haden way?”

  “Something like that.”

  “Don’t you get bored? A big house, an even bigger island, nothing to do all day.”

  “I like the peace and quiet.”

  “Now I know you’re lying.”

  “Alright, you’ve got me, it’s fucking boring sometimes.”

  “Especially during the storms, right?”

  “Like you wouldn’t believe.”

  “I don’t know how you’ve managed to last for so long. I’d go out of my mind-.”

  “After only a week.”

  She smiles. “Exactly.”

  “You kind of get used to it, and it’s not like I spend the whole year here, I travel too.”

  “You travel?”

  “That surprise you?”

  “Yeah, it kinda does, actually. I wouldn’t have put you down as the traveling type.”

  “I told you, that shit that you read about me, that isn’t the real me.”

  “So where do you go?”

  “Wherever I can without being spotted.”

  “One of the most famous faces in America.”

  I give her my best shit-eating, paparazzi smile, the one I’ve never used before.

  “You could be good at this, you know. You can be charismatic when you want to be. You’re way more intelligent than the average football player”, she says.

  “Are you complimenting me?”

  “I didn’t say you were charismatic, I said you could be, and the average intelligence of a football player? Sorry, Alex, it’s not a great starting point.”

  “You are so delightful in the mornings.”

  “I told you I need a proper lie in.”

  I pour her more coffee.

  “Describe yourself in three words”, I say.

  “I told you this isn’t about me.”

  “Come on, humor me.”

  “Three words?”

  “Three words.”

  “You do it and I’ll tell you if I agree.”

  “That’s not how this works.”

  She’s stalling and it’s so obvious.

  “Alright, umm.”

  “You don’t like talking about yourself do you?” I say.

  “Wait, give me a minute to think.”

  “I’m waiting.”

  “I can’t think if you’re talking.”

  I hold my hands up passively. I drink coffee. I watch the world go by and clouds turn into objects in the sky.

  “Well?”

  “Sleepy”, she says.

  “Sleepy?”

  She nods, lifts her coffee to those beautiful lips and looks out at me over the cup.

  “That it?”

  “For now.”

  “What do I get, one word an hour? And sleepy, that means lazy in real life.”

  “Some people need more sleep than others, especially women. I’m not lazy.”

  “What else?”

  “I don’t like this game.”

  “How else am I meant to get to know you if I don’t know how you see yourself?”

  “Maybe you’ll just have to wait until I invite you to my private island for a week to write a story about me and then you can ask as many questions as you want”, she says and I get the hint.

  “Alright, what do you want to know?”

  “Positives and negatives.”

  “You know that’s a job interview question?”

  “My interview, my questions.”

  She’s loving this, which is great, because it’s fantastic to see a genuine smile on her for once. At the moment, she’s as calm as the sea around us.

  “I never give up”, I say.

  “Obstinate?”

  “Headstrong.”

  “Stubborn.”

  “It means I do everything I can to make sure I win.”

  “And positive?”

  “Funny.”

  “I can see that.”

  “No, I mean-. Funny in what way do you see?”

  “I don’t know, you’re super serious, which is kinda funny in its own way, you know, in an ironic way”, she says.

  “No, like how?”

  She’s laughing again. “Like now for instance.”

  “I’m being serious.”

  “Exactly.”

  She can’t keep it down.

  “I’m glad I make you laugh”, I say.

  “It’s a good quality, believe me.”

  “You know, when you take the chopper back home after this is over, I’m going to ask you again, and then we’ll see.”

  “I already lost the bet remember, you don’t need to prove anything else.”

  There is a twinkle in her eye when she says that, as though remembering the night before.

  “Want to make another?” I say.

  “I’ve got nothing left to gamble with.”

  “Then we’ll just do it for sexual favors and you’ll know you can’t lose either way.”

  She rolls her eyes but I know she’s heating up inside.

  “I bet you don’t want to go home.”

  “Back to my job when I could have this? Please.”

  “I thought you said you’d get bored.”

  “I’m adaptable.”

  “There you go, sleepy and adaptable. I can work with that.”

  “You’ll have to change the bet.”

  “Alright, I bet you don’t want to leave me.”

  Her mouth hangs open for a moment in mock appall. “When was that rescue coming again?”

  We spend the rest of the morning like that, teasing each other, back and forth, building a whole city of subtext, for us to spend the rest of our lives in. There is tension but neither of us breaks it, for fear of what we might think of the other if we do. Despite how close we got last night, we are cautious with displays of affection, and almost excessively careful not to be overly comfortable with how we treat each other. If I touch her on the arm, I do so neutrally and I don’t expect her to react as though I’ve done so in any other way. It’s odd, but it’s almost as if we haven’t fucked at all, as though the events of last night were nothing but a dream and that we didn’t actually wake up together at all, that she woke up alone and I was there always watching her, coffee in hand ready to deliver it to her bedside.

  At just after eleven, the rescue boat swings past, we load up with the gasoline they’ve brought with them - an excess quantity I’m sure just to rub in my face - I kick the motor into action and we head for home.

  On the way back, Lucy turns to me.

  “We’d never work anyway, you and I”, she says.

  “Oh?”

  Lucy shakes her head. “Conflicts of interest.”

  “Too many differences to overcome?”

  “Exactly. I mean, we’re from a totally different world.”

  “Opposites never attract.”

  “Never.”

  “Always ends badly.”

  “Hearts broken.”

  “Smashed into a million pieces.”

  “Couldn’t have that.”

  “Best not to risk it.”

  “Exactly.”

  “Exactly.”

  We look at each other, out to the sea and then back to each other again.

  “Does this thing go any faster?” she asks.

  Eight.

  Lucy

  We shouldn’t. I know we shouldn’t, but there it is again, that hot burning sensation between my crotch and my throat that just won’t go away.

  Denial. Deny you like him, deny you fucked him and it’ll all go away. Compartmentalize, protect yourself, get the hell out of there as soon as you can and don’t ever look back. If I want to protect this already sloppily repaired heart that’s what I need to do, but I already know that’s going to be impossible.

  If he breaks it, or we break it together, the cogs have already begun to turn and I can�
��t now go and unturn them.

  Cogs that are too sexy for words. Cogs that are way bigger than any I’ve ever seen before. Cogs that I will do anything to have turn again.

  I might be pretending to play it cool but I know he can see all the way through my flimsy set up and do you know what? I don’t have that much experience at this. Part of me is yelling hard to not get sunk even deeper, while the other half is shouting as loud as it can, this is Alex Vann Haden.

  And then there was what he did to me last night.

  Never. Not once. Not in a million full moons and twelve thousand Haley’s comets have I felt the earth and every single drop of water in it shake and shiver to such an extent.

  That’s kind of special. The kind of special that can’t be overlooked, toyed around with, pushed to the side and left to fade away. I’m the kind of girl that needs to know, the kind that tests things twice before she buys, the kind that can’t walk away easily, even if walking away is the sensible option second only to playing it cool. You know, that blasé, laissez-faire, devil-may-care attitude I do so well.

  Fuck it. Once more won’t hurt will it? One more bite of the cherry. One more sip from the golden cup. It’s research after all. After that, I’ll be sated. I’ll be able to work, I’ll be able to concentrate on this article and everything else can fall by the wayside.

  Negatives? Uhuh. There aren’t any. Not a single one. Nothing can go wrong here, the plan is faultless. Infallible.

  Positives? Way too many to even describe.

  And him? Arrogant, conceited, confident to a fault. Everyone has their bad points. I know I shouldn’t let him, but I can’t resist. That’s not to say he’s irresistible, of course, I‘d never hear the end of it, it’s to say I can’t resist, which is empowering in its own way. I’m taking control of my feelings, not giving in to them. I’m taking what I’ve always wanted and I’m making Alex give it to me. Nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all wrong with that when the result is this good. I’ve already lost the bet, I might as well make the most of it.

  As soon as we get home, we can’t keep our hands off each other. Despite a morning of pleasantries and tactical evasion, neither one of us seems bothered by holding themselves back physically.

  Like I already said, this isn’t like me. Sleepy, adaptable and now timid, I don’t fuck on the first date, and I would be reluctant to do half of the shit Alex and I have already done even six months into a relationship.

  We fight our way through the front door, a tangle of kisses and skin, half naked and rabid with desire, and this time, there is even less ceremony about it. We are barely in the hallway before Alex thuds me against the wall, the sound of doors swinging closed at the far end of the corridor a sign of escaping staff members.

  Here, with my legs wrapped around his back, he pushes my panties to the side - not off completely, just displaced enough to allow him entry - and without even guiding his way inside me, he’s up deep before I have a chance to catch my breath.

  Fuck, it feels so good to have him back inside me, and as soon as he’s there it’s like a massive weight has been lifted from my shoulders. All morning wondering how I can broach the subject again, hoping that fuck wasn’t our one and only and right now availing myself so perfectly of his cock I can feel my thighs slick already with my juices.

  With a strength I can only imagine being in possession of, he pins me against the wall ferociously, his eyes narrowed in what seems like nothing more than animalistic intent, while I tear away at his T-shirt to get a look at the thing he’s sliding inside me.

  He does it slowly while I watch, the fatness of his shaft pushing me open, a froth of my cum collecting up to create a ring by his base.

  Never once taking his eyes off mine, which flicker back and forth from his to where we connect, like a light fusing, he fucks me to his full extent, pulling out only enough that my pussy hole begins to close around his rim and I’m greeted momentarily by the purple darkness of his glans and he begins the whole process again.

  Deep.

  So deep he makes me gasp and I hold on around his neck while the wave swings around and hits me full force in the face again. I feel like I haven’t come down at all since the first time. I feel like I’ve been circling it all night. Maddening dreams of volcanoes rising, heat bubbling within me hotter than the surface of the sun and my pussy too tender to even touch, aching for where he’s been, aching for him to be there again.

  I’m coming before I can stop it. Sharp stabs of acute pleasure riding the neural network of my spine like bolts of lightning. I have to fold myself into him, try to climb inside his skin and remain whole all in one go but it’s taking me hard and I can’t control it. This is fireworks in every single one of my atoms, a cascade of chemicals flooding my body like a wall of water, perfection and divinity rolled into one.

  This is animalistic, uncontrolled behavior and it’s nothing like me but I can’t get enough of it.

  I could stare into those gemstones all day. Those fucking gorgeous eyes that tell me I want you. No, wait, they tell me I’m making you mine. It’s intense. So intense I’m almost inclined to believe it’s true. I could certainly be fooled by the way he’s making me feel it.

  With one hand he holds me against the wall, my chest puffed out, expanding and contracting like a pair of bellows. Sweat drips down his face and I watch a bead roll along his temple before cutting into his jaw line and running towards his mouth. I want to lick it but I can’t move. My legs feel weak, my skin trembling.

  That was how to fuck quickly 1-0-1. That was thirst quenching, heart stopping, the very definition of a perfect fuck.

  Alex lets me go and I slide down the wall, barely able to stand on my own two legs. I right myself, pushing my panties back over my throbbing pussy, and my skirt down, while Alex tucks his still erect and now sticky-with-my-cum cock back inside his board shorts.

  He traps me with an arm either side, hands pressed against the wall behind me.

  “That what you wanted?” he moans.

  “Needed.”

  “You going to be alright now?”

  “For a while.”

  He lifts my chin with his index finger, tilts my eyes up towards his. I try and look away but I can’t.

  “You’re nothing like you were”, he says.

  “I’m everything like I was, you just never took a moment to find out.”

  “I’m glad you came.”

  “You kind of made it impossible not to.”

  “I guess it’s just because I’m hard.”

  “Are you more than that?”

  “You tell me.”

  “I might make you wait.”

  “Then give me a clue.”

  “You’re nothing like you were”, I say.

  “I’m everything like I was, you just never took a moment to find out.”

  “Then I’m glad I came.”

  “Will you come again?”

  Alex’s hand has been dancing up my thigh, pushing my legs apart and right now he guides his fingers to my clitoris, knowing exactly what he’s doing. I gasp and shut my thighs quickly, trapping his hand in place.

  “That depends on how well you behave”, I say.

  “I’m a gentleman, I promise.”

  “Oh, I can see that already.”

  He pulls his hand away slowly before lifting them both into the air passively.

  “I just want to know when you’re going to show me your animalistic side?” I say.

  I put my hand on his rock hard chest, and then have to show an inhuman amount of restraint not to let myself get caught up in the moment. It would be so easy just to drop on my knees and let him deep throat me, but I’m not going to do it now. Later, probably, like a vampire needing to feed, but right now, in the moment I feel the most able to walk away on top? It would be crazy to let the power shift in his favor. Instead of doing what I really want to do, I gently guide him out of the way so I can escape.

  I’m half way down the corridor when I s
ay it, and half way back to my room before I can believe I actually do, Alex left standing there awkwardly, his boner poking holes in his summer themed shorts, one hand on his hips, the other hanging awkwardly by the side, shaking his head in disbelief.

  “Next time we fuck, Alex, make sure you put some effort in.”

  Alex

  I’m still shaking my head. Four hours later and I still don’t know what to think. I woke up this morning getting don’t-even-think-about-it signs, which somehow translated into you-better-fuck-me-so-hard-I-cry signs, only to have her insult me and disappear off to her bedroom.

  Alright, insult me is a little harsh. I know she’s playing games to protect herself and I can completely understand it, and I know she was joking around too. The thing is, she doesn’t need to pretend, because it’s clear already now that even though she wants to she definitely can’t resist me. She’s like an addict that spends the whole evening telling everyone they are clean while sneaking away and shooting up in the restrooms.

  And, more importantly, while she was looking at my dick, she could have done the decent thing, taken it out and given me a suck job. I’ll make her pay for that later, that’s the only good thing about this, and she knows I will too. Ok, not the only good thing. That fuck was intense. It was like a whole night of incredible sex compacted into ten minutes, like a world of carbon atoms coming together to make a diamond.

  It’s a hell of a good sign too. If we can fuck fast and fuck slow, fuck hard and fuck quiet, fuck steamy and fuck sexy and enjoy it every single way, that means we clearly have chemistry.

  There is no denying we have chemistry anyway, I mean, that was clear from day one, but sexual chemistry that goes off the scale, back round again for another go and right out through into the stratosphere? That’s worth holding on to.

  The afternoon is dull without her, and even though she’s only been gone for a while her absence is noticeable. I go for a run but it doesn’t help. I don’t want to disturb her in case she’s sleeping, and I don’t want to go hunting for her anyway and admit in doing so that I need her, so I just rattle around, thinking how best to move this forward for when she finally decides to come back out and play.