9. Romeo
9
Romeo
T he feel of his lips and his body lingered, even on the following day. Coach called saying we couldn’t run drills today because they had some maintenance to do, and I was fucking thankful. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to look at Riggs without getting embarrassed or turned on again.
I don’t know what the hell led to that kiss, but the moment his lips touched mine, my brain short circuited and I needed more. He was firm, a little rough and the way he held my neck, I was so turned on that I was ready for more. The only thing was, I had never been with a man before, the thought had never crossed my mind… maybe I had thought about it but acting on it never seemed like a need until Hunter.
Was I bisexual? Just thinking about the kiss again had my stomach clenching in arousal and as much as I hated Hunter Riggs, I wanted to kiss him again. God, this was so fucked up, how the hell did we go from exchanging hits to making out in the fucking showers?
The sound of a horn brought me out of my internal struggle, and I saw the light was green. I put my hand up in apology, turning left into the gated community my father lived in. It was ostentatious and it made me cringe every time I came here, yet I was grateful I didn’t live here with my parents. I parked my jeep in the driveway, got out of the car and inspected it to make sure it was as spotless as it could be.
My father was already looking for something to complain about and I did everything I could to limit his complaining. Once I was satisfied, I walked to the front door, knocked and the door immediately opened.
“Hello, son, took you long enough to get here,” my father said, walking out of the house with my uncle right behind him.
“Hello?” My father locked up the house, walking away from me.
“Well, don’t just stand there, we are already late,” my father snapped.
“I thought we were having brunch here.” I walked back to the driveway as they looked at me with impatience.
“Son, I told you we were going to see your brother today and you had to be here forty-five minutes ago,” he said, pointing at the car.
Fuck, I guess I was driving.
“I don’t remember getting an email or text for this,” I said, opening the car. I walked to the driver’s side, but my father pushed me aside, and grabbed the keys from me.
“I’ll drive. I don't have the patience for your driving and is it such a hardship to support your brother?” he said, shutting the door.
My uncle took the passenger seat, leaving the smaller back seat to me. I took a deep breath, needing to settle my thoughts before I got into the car. My jeep didn’t have the most spacious back seat, especially when my father and uncle pushed their own seats back.
“I would have come sooner if I had known we were going to his game,” I said, scooting in the seat, scowling as they huffed their impatience. “It's not as spacious as it looks.”
“Well, you're the smallest out of us so it makes sense you would sit back there.” My uncle sounded exasperated.
My father didn’t even wait for me to put on my seatbelt before backing out and driving to the stadium that was, thankfully, relatively close to his house. I wasn’t that much smaller than them and it irritated me that they always threw it in my face.
“Your mother was supposed to tell you,” he said, before asking my uncle about something, dismissing me.
I curbed the need to roll my eyes because he should know my mom never called me. The drive was filled with my uncle and father criticizing how football was played now, and how they needed to stop being so lenient on these players and whatever toxic bullshit they could come up with.
My father and uncle played professional football years ago and my older brother had just started his second year. I was the odd man out and they wouldn’t let me forget it. I could have been playing with my brother, we could have been a dynamic duo. I just didn’t have passion for football the way my brother did.
Football to my family was like breathing and I didn’t even feel that way about hockey. I loved the sport, and I was glad I had made it to the professionals, but unlike them, I knew it wasn’t everything. There were more important things to life but my father and uncle still chased their glory days. It was sad when you thought about these fortysomething-year-old men that didn’t think they were anything more than their football careers.
My father made his way to the gold parking lot, and it looked like we beat the crowd. I checked my phone, and it was only eleven. I had no idea what time kick-off was at and by the looks of it, we had another hour or two. As we walked into the stadium it seemed we had tickets in a suite and I was hoping they had food.
We walked into a suite that was thankfully empty, but if I knew my father, we were in some hot shot’s suite and the next five hours of my life were going to be miserable. Thankfully, they had food and it was the first thing I went for.
“Romeo, can’t you wait to eat?” my father snapped.
“I assumed we were having brunch, and I didn't have a big breakfast,” I said, gritting my teeth. “I’m still recovering from yesterday's game.”
“I thought you played on Friday.” My uncle said, looking at the food.
I knew he was hungry too. We were big men, and we needed to eat often.
“Yesterday, then I'm out of town for the next two games,” I said, grabbing a plate because there was no way in hell I wasn’t going to eat. “How did you snag suite tickets?”
My brother might be good, but not good enough to have his own suite or to get suite tickets on the regular.
“My old teammate said they had some space and asked if I wanted to watch from up here when I saw him at Tomás’ practice this week,” he said, while getting a drink from the bar.
I flinched, wondering how Tomás felt about our father at his practice offering advice that was probably not relevant because they didn’t even play the same position. Sometimes I felt for my brother, but he played into the golden child persona too much and that made my father smother him. That’s another reason I didn’t play football, because my father and I didn’t get along and it was even worse when he pitted Tomás and I against each other.
The door to the suite opened as two beautiful women walked in with my father’s old teammate, Luke Malone. My cheeks flushed red when I remembered seeing him and the two women at the start of this season. Luke introduced Camila, his wife and Genevieve, leaving out what I knew; she was their girlfriend. If we are being technical, their Mistress.
“This is my son who is playing for the Yetis this year,” my father said, waving me over, but he had a look of don’t fuck this up.
That might be hard when I knew what this throuple did behind closed doors.
“Hi, pleasure to meet you,” I said, holding out my hand to Genevieve first, then Camila and finally Luke.
“Nice to meet you too,” Genevieve said, as she scrutinized me.
I realized I might have fucked up. When you met a dom/domme with their partners you always said hello to the dom/domme first, their switch, and then the submissive. Camilla and Luke didn’t seem to notice, but Genevieve watched me as we finished with introductions.
Giving my best smile, I walked back to my plate hoping she wouldn’t say anything. I sat on one of the sofas, digging in before my father made another comment. More people started to enter the suite and soon it felt like the space was too small.
“I’m so glad there is food,” Luke said, sitting next to me with two plates of food.
I was almost done with my first plate, and I wasn’t nearly full enough. It wasn’t the best food to be eating, but I needed food to make me feel better.
“Me too,” I said, wiping my mouth, feeling someone sit on my other side and I knew who it was before I looked over.
She looked around the room before turning her gaze to me. We stared at each other before I lowered my eyes, giving her what she wanted.
“I knew it,” she said, looking over my shoulder.
“Lucky guess,” Luke said.
“I’m assuming no one knows?” she asked and I shook my head. “You seem too young to be in the scene.”
“I played hockey in Minnesota and I kind of fell into it,” I said, taking my last bite.
“You mean fell on her or him?” Genevieve chuckled.
I couldn’t help but laugh because she wasn’t wrong. “I guess you could say that, she picked me up at a party we snuck into,” I said, wiping my mouth. “Monica was her name, and it was fun while it lasted.”
“Switch?” She looked me up and down.
“Yes Mis—Ma’am,” I said, almost letting out the word mistress.
“You’re adorable. Would her name happen to be Monica Lopez?”
Of course, Genevieve would know her. “Yes.”
“Have you visited the establishment here?” she asked as Camila brought her a drink and sat on the other side of Luke
“On Admirer’s Night,” I said, looking for my dad and relaxing a bit as he was on the other side of the room.
“Makes sense, and that’s how you knew about us?” Luke asked.
“Yeah, the anonymity of that night was great,” I said, taking a sip of my water.
“That was a great night,” Camila sighed like she was remembering the night. “Oh, your teammate Hunter was there too.”
I stilled at the information.
“I didn’t see him, and I didn’t know he was in the community,” I said, trying to play it cool.
“He’s a switch just like you,” Genevieve said, looking me over again like she was looking for something. “You two might get along.”
“I don’t?—”
“Romeo!” My father yelled my name and for once I was thankful he had interrupted something.
“Sorry,” I said, getting up, grabbing my plate.
“It’s cool, man,” Luke said. “Maybe we need to go check out a hockey game.”
“Yeah, you should,” I said. “We need all the support we can get.”
“Excuse me,” I said, as Genevieve smirked.
“I hope we see you soon,” she purred.
“Yes, Mistress,” I said, loud enough that she could hear me, but low enough so no one else did.
I made my way to my father, thinking it was such a small world and what are the fucking odds, Hunter Riggs of all people, was in the community. It didn’t surprise me though and that kiss last night, my body grew warm just thinking about it. Why him? Out of all people, why did I have to kiss Hunter or feel this attraction to him?
Thankfully my father made me forget all about Hunter with his backhanded comments and comparisons to Tomás. When we saw my brother after the game, I was stuck with them for another hour. By the time I made it home that night, I was so emotionally numb that I chalked up our kiss to the adrenaline of fighting. It couldn’t be anything else because there was no way in hell I would ever feel anything for fucking Hunter Riggs.