Jock: A Secret Baby Sports Romance

by Irons, Aubrey

  People always forget, even when they do it themselves, that the photographs people post online are the best of a bunch you took. We all forget that what people post about themselves is the highlights reel - the polished and shined side of what are ultimately the same, plain, everyday lives we all have. The same rough patches, the same bad hair days, the same hangovers, regrets, second thoughts, and heartbreaks.

  I frown as I think of the way I walked away from Silas down at the docks before I left - at the way I snapped at him like that. Being home in Shelter Harbor and being around him - it’s bringing it all back. It was never simple with us, but I just want it to all be how it was back then.

  Fresh, innocent, fearless.

  We were like little kids who go barreling down the hill on their bikes - fearless because they don’t know they can get hurt. It’s not until you do fall, and realize how much that hurts, that you’re suddenly more guarded, and more cautionary in how you do it the next time.

  I want to unlearn the hurt. I want to forget the history and the regrets and the broken hearts.

  I pick up my phone and call him, but my face falls as it goes to voicemail. I try a second time before sighing and stuffing the phone into my clutch and meeting my own eyes in the mirror again.

  I take a deep breath.

  Okay, time to do this.

  * * *

  “Where the fuck is he?”

  I’m pacing downstairs, checking the clock on the far wall of the lobby and grinding my teeth.

  Blaine’s late, of course.

  I mutter under my breath. “Seriously, he’s had two damn hours to put a fucking suit on. What’s taking him so long?”

  Ainsley is silent when I look up.

  “Ains?”

  “Hmm?” She jerks her head up as if I’ve just startled her out of her thoughts.

  “Blaine?”

  She blinks. “Yes?”

  “Do you know what’s keeping him?”

  “Oh,” she blinks again, looking bizarrely and very uncharacteristically unfocused and scatter-brained. “I don’t know?”

  I groan. “Okay, I’m going to do this stupid event, but I am not going to be late because Blaine’s rubbing tanner on his face or whatever he’s doing.”

  I scowl as I turn and storm towards the elevators.

  “Whoa, where are you going?”

  My storming away breaks Ainsley out of her weird daze as she comes scurrying after me.

  “To drag Blaine down here so we can get this thing over with.” I jab my finger at the elevator button.

  “I’m sure he’s coming, Ivy.”

  “Well he will when I go drag him out by the collar.”

  “Ivy, we should just wait.”

  Ainsley is frowning and checking her watch skittishly, but she follows me into the elevator.

  Blaine’s shirt is unbuttoned when he answers the door to my impatient knocking.

  “Oh, uh-”

  His eyes dart from me to Ainsley standing behind me.

  “Um, hey?”

  I roll my eyes. “Are you seriously not ready yet?”

  He blinks quickly, his eyes darting between Ainsley and I again. “Yeah, sorry, I got distracted.”

  I follow him into the suite as he tucks his shirt into his suit pants and grabs his jacket from the back of a chair. He stops in the mirror, posing with these ridiculous facial expressions, as if he’s trying out for the cover of GQ instead of going to a stupid vendor gala.

  Ainsley is wringing her hands, standing just inside the doorway when I glance up at her.

  “Ains.”

  “Yeah?”

  I give her a small smile. “Relax, we won’t be late.” I turn and sigh heavily at Blaine, who’s still preening in the mirror.

  “So long as someone gets their fucking hair in place so we can go?”

  Blaine looks up, smiling. “Well, shall we?”

  I roll my eyes again as I turn to my assistant. “Ains, can you call for the car?”

  Her face is white as she frowns.

  “Ainsley?”

  She swallows. “I, uh, I can’t find my phone.”

  I furrow my brow at her. “You sure you’re feeling okay today? You look ill. Is it in your bag?” I nod at the huge shoulder bag she’s hardly ever without.

  Ainsley frowns as she starts to dig through it. “I- I don’t know.”

  I sigh another exasperated groan as I open my clutch. “Look, I’ll just call it.”

  “No! That’s-” She looks up at me quickly. “That’s okay, I’m sure it’ll turn up.”

  “Why are you being so weird?”

  I give her another curious look as I hit the call button on my phone.

  Her phone rings its distinctive tone - the theme from Friends, and I watch as her face goes white.

  The phone rings again, and I’m still staring expectantly at her bag, even though that’s not where the sound is coming from, when it suddenly hits me.

  I turn slowly at the sound of the television theme song ringing melodically from across the room.

  …From somewhere in Blaine’s bed.

  I look up to see him looking at me in the same weird, slightly fearful way she is, and then it all clicks.

  Oh, wow.

  I’m dizzy from it, turning to stare at the two of them as Ainsley’s tell-tale phone goes quiet in the silence of the room.

  “Wow,” I say quietly, shaking my head and locking eyes with my assistant - my friend.

  She looks away quickly.

  “This is actually amazing,” I mutter before barking out a humorless laugh.

  “Blaine, you have outdone yourself.”

  “Ivy, it’s-”

  “Right, not what I think it is, is that it?” I look at him pitifully. “Please, spare me.”

  I turn back to my assistant, this time narrowing my eyes at her until she looks up mournfully at me.

  “And you?” I tsk as I shake my head.

  “Ivy-”

  “Go fuck yourself. Or Blaine, I honestly don’t even care.”

  And then I’m gone, storming down the hallway.

  I take the elevator to my floor, grabbing my things from my room and shoving them in my overnight bag.

  I don’t even stop to change.

  And then it’s down to the lobby, out the front door, and directly into a cab to North Station.

  Because I’m not upset, and I’m not even that angry.

  I’m just tired.

  And I want to go home.

  34

  Ivy

  The late train from North Station to Shelter Harbor is mostly empty. A few drunks, the odd late-shift waiter or bartender.

  I get some strange looks at the black and sequined cocktail dress I’m still wearing, but I don’t care. I’m tired, I’m drained, and inside my head, I’m closing the Blaine chapter of my life with a satisfied click.

  Because I’m going back to an earlier one - a better one.

  I’m going home, and right now, I just want my husband.

  I need my lighthouse.

  The cab driver I get at the Shelter Harbor train station gives me s strong look when I have him drop me off at the docks, but I pay it no mind. I slip off my high heels and walk barefoot down the pier, listening to the sound of the tide washing again the underside of the wooden docks.

  His houseboat is dark, but I know he’s there.

  I climb over the side and slowly open the door to the cabin. I watch him for a moment as he sleeps, his bare chest rising and falling in the glow of the moon. The dress slips from my shoulders, pooling on the floor before I slip my panties down my legs to join it there.

  There are no words, I just slide into bed with him, smiling as I find him as naked as I am under the thin sheet draped across his lower body. He stirs as my hands slide across his skin, turning to blink at me in surprise before I silence whatever he’s about to say with a kiss.

  I pull away slowly to see him grinning at me with a curious look on his face.


  “You’re back.”

  I nod, and his brow suddenly knits.

  “What’s wrong?”

  I smile. “Nothing.” I lean into him again, kissing his lips.

  “Nothing is wrong.”

  “How’d it go?”

  I roll my eyes. “What if we saved the talking until tomorrow.”

  “I think I can work with that.”

  And then there really are no words.

  He pulls me into him, kissing me deeply as his hands trace down the small of my back. I melt into him, feeling his skin hot against mine in the humid summer evening air and feeling the throbbing hardness of his cock against my thigh.

  His hands slide to my ass, pulling me hard against him, making me shiver as I feel him pulse there between my legs. Fingers slide across my ass, down further and deeper between my thighs. I lift one leg up and over his hip as his fingers trace across the dripping wet heat of my pussy, making me moan into his mouth.

  We roll over as he pulls me on top of him. And before I can do anything, those strong, powerful and demanding hands of his are pulling me up his hard, inked body towards his lips and his tongue..

  I whimper as he settles me onto his mouth, and when his tongue slides deep inside of me, I cry out. His hands hold me by the hips, pulling me tightly to his mouth as he slowly licks me - teasing me, tasting me, making me gasp as his tongue finds my clit. My hands slide up my own body, teasing over my breasts and pulling at my nipples before sliding up to my hair.

  I toss my head back, letting my eyes close and letting him rock my hips against his mouth, letting myself melt as he fucks me with his tongue. He moves faster and faster, his tongue swirling around my clit sending lightening through my body. His hands slide around to my ass, gripping at the curves there, holding me to his mouth. He spreads me wide, and I whimper as I feel his finger tease around my ass as his tongue curls around my clit.

  And when I come, it’s like a storm crashing against the shore. I cry out sharply, my hips bucking against his face and my body shattering as his tongue and his fingers drive me over the edge.

  I’m still shaking - still gasping for air - when he rolls us over. He starts to reach for his bedside table, but I stop him, bringing him down to kiss him fiercely instead.

  “Just you,” I whisper, feeling insane and crazy, and drink off my desire for him.

  “I want to feel you like we did that time.”

  “That time” being the time frantic and panting making out in the cab of his truck led to clothes being pulled from sweaty bodies, only to realize there wasn’t a condom to be found.

  The time I rode him bare - skin to skin and the notion of how risky it was only making it all the hotter.

  I stroke his face as he hovers above me, my legs spread for him.

  “I just want to feel you inside of me,” I say quietly, arching my hips up towards him and gasping as I feel the throbbing head of his cock slip across my opening.

  His eyes flash at me as he leans down to kiss me hard. He pulls back, sitting up as his hands slide down my legs from my ankles to my thighs, spreading them wide and pushing them up and over his shoulder. He eases against me, his thick head slipping between my slick folds and making us both moan.

  Slowly, he drives inside, filling me up with every thick, throbbing inch of him as I cry out. He leans down again, capturing my mouth with his as he eases out, leaving just the head inside before he pushes back in to the hilt.

  Oh God yes.

  I can feel him bare inside of me, my pussy clutching at his shaft and feeling him throb so deep and so hot inside of me. Silas groans into my lips as he starts to fuck me like that, his hands holding me by the backs of the knees as he pumps in and out with deep, even strokes. He sits up, his hand sliding to my ankles and holding them up in the air as his hips pound into mine again and again.

  I can feel my pulse racing, the breath hitching in my lungs as he fills me again and again, his eyes never leaving mine as he fucks me closer and closer to another orgasm.

  He reaches for my hand, bringing it to his mouth and sucking on my finger as I moan for him. He brings it down, placing my hand on the place where we join and letting me feel the slickness there as his cock pumps in and out of me. I start to rub my clit, my breath coming faster and shorter as my body starts to fall.

  “Oh, fuck, Silas-”

  But my words shatter before I can even tell him. I claw at the sheet beneath me, crying out as the climax roars through me.

  Silas groans as he fucks me through my orgasm, before suddenly he pulls out and grips his slippery cock firmly in his hand. He pumps himself twice before suddenly he roars as he paints my soft belly and breasts with his sticky cum.

  We both gasp as he rolls next to me, gathering me in his arms as I shake against him.

  “Holy shit, did you actually get better at that somehow?”

  I can feel him grin into the top of my head.

  “Hang on.”

  He slips from the bed and pads to the bathroom, where I hear water running. He returns a second later, a washcloth in his hand as he gently cleans my skin.

  He grins sheepishly at me. “I wasn’t sure if you-”

  “I’m on the pill.”

  He arches a wicked brow at me, his lips curling at the corners. “Oh?”

  I nod as he tosses the washcloth away and crawls over me, easing down to kiss me.

  “Well in that case, I’m thinking maybe we should do that again,” he murmurs against my lips before dropping his mouth to my ear and nipping at the lobe with his teeth.

  “And this time, I don’t think I should pull out until I fill you up with every drop of my cum.”

  I whimper at his words, shivering as I feel his cock start to grow again against my thigh.

  “Now?”

  He grins as he pulls back from my neck. “Got somewhere better to be?”

  I shake my head. “Not in the slightest.”

  My hand slides up into his hair as I pull him down to kiss me, melting against him.

  I have nowhere I’d rather be than right here in bed with him, and as I roll on top of him and feel his hardness pulse between my thighs, I’m pretty sure neither of us is leaving here until we make up for a lot of lost time.

  35

  Silas

  It’s a light grey outside, barely morning, when the phone buzzing across my nightstand wakes me.

  I blink in the misty dawn, momentarily stopping to grin at the face sleeping against my chest, her blonde hair teasing and tickling my nose.

  But the phone goes again, and reluctantly, I reach for it, frowning at the local number I don’t recognize.

  “Silas?”

  Her voice is broken and delicate sounding - hushed and scared.

  I frown. “Stephanie?”

  There’s a soft sobbing sound that comes hitching through the phone, and I sit up slightly, alertness flooding into me.

  “Steph, what’s wrong?”

  Ivy stirs against my chest, her eyelids fluttering against my skin before she slowly raises a sleepy face my way.

  “Silas, can you-” Stephanie’s voice hitches again over the phone. “Your uncle, he-”

  For one horrible, fucked-up and excited second, I think maybe he’s dead.

  She sobs. “He’s been drinking and, and-”

  Her voice breaks.

  “Steph, you need to tell me what happened.”

  “He didn’t mean it, Silas,” she says quietly. “I know that.”

  My eyes narrow as I sit up fully then. “Steph, what. Happened.”

  “He just, he just- I don’t know what I did, Silas. I don’t know what I did to make him so angry.”

  My blood runs cold, the anger flaring up inside of me.

  “Steph, did he hit you?”

  Ivy’s awake now, her own brow wrinkled as she looks at me.

  “Can you just come over,” Steph says, her voice a whisper again. “I think he just needs some one here to- I- I don’t-”
/>   “Steph, I’m on my way.”

  I toss the phone to the side as I start to swing my legs out of bed.

  Ivy chews on her bottom lip, looking at me worriedly. “Everything okay?”

  “It will be,” I growl, yanking pants and a shirt on. “Look, stay here. I’ll be back soon.”

  * * *

  The front door to Declan’s house is half open. But whatever sense of nagging dread I feel walking up to the place turns to ice in my veins at the sound of a scream as I step inside.

  I dash into the living room to see Stephanie on the floor with my uncle standing above her with his fist raised.

  “Declan!” I roar, grabbing his arm and twisting it behind his back before he can strike her again. I yank him away from her and slam him against the wall as he bellows at me.

  “Oh fuck off, you little cunt!”

  I slam him back against the wall by the shoulders, rattling framed pictures and shelves of china he’s never used.

  “You keep your hands off her!” I bellow in his face, knocking him against the wall again.

  He reeks of whiskey, his face red and puffy and his eyes wild. But he stops fighting me. His eyes narrow as he sneers out a grin.

  “Oh, now he’s interested in family going-ons.”

  “This isn’t a family ‘going-on’, you prick, this is you beating on your fucking wife.”

  His eyes narrow again as his lip curls.

  “She call you?”

  Steph sobs quietly behind me.

  “Did she?”

  I shake my head. “You’ve been drinking, Declan.”

  He sneers at her over my shoulder

  “You suck his dick too you little whore?”

  “That’s enough!” I shove him into the wall again. “Dec, I’m warning you.”

  “You’re warning me what, kid.”

  I glare at him.

  “You need to calm down.”

  He bares his teeth for a second like a cornered dog, looking like he might try and fight me again before he goes still under my hands.