There is No Try (Needing to Score #2)

11. Lucas

CHAPTER 11

LUCAS

S he’s here. Bridget, my wife, my whole fucking world. She’s. Here.

My soul has felt as if it was ripped in two, with one half of it remaining in Ireland when I left. Having Bridget in front of me doesn’t feel real; I have to pinch myself to ensure it’s not a dream. I’ve had a lump in my throat, willing back tears from the moment she confirmed she was at the airport. As much as I’d love to do more than make her come on my tongue, she needs to rest. We both do. I’ve spent too many sleepless nights without her. Holding her is enough, even if my cock protests.

My ankle is almost healed, but I am still prohibited from doing anything more than warm-ups. I’d give just about anything to have a doctor sign off, allowing me to play. Bridget and Gavin are watching me today, and I hate that I’m stuck beside my coach with a bloody headset when I could be on the pitch.

Fifteen minutes into the match, I glance over to Bridget and Gav, only to find an all too familiar face behind them. James wasn’t there before, maybe he was late, but he’s the last person on the planet I’d want to see. My phone is in my duffle, and I’m kicking myself for not having it on me. I can’t warn Bridget, though he can’t know who she is unless…

Fuck, is he stalking me?

I only last four minutes before I can’t take it any longer, asking to be dismissed. I rush off the pitch to the changing room to retrieve my phone, and send off a text to Bridget.

I promise I didn’t invite him.

Bridget

What are you talking about?

The man directly behind you. I’m sorry.

I don’t understand. Everyone behind us has been nothing but kind to Gav and me. Do you know them?

One is James. I don’t know if he is there on purpose, or if I just have the worst fucking luck. I’m so sorry. I promise I didn’t ask him to come.

Several minutes pass and she doesn’t respond. I pocket my phone and rush back to the pitch. Bridget and Gav aren’t seated, and James has a smug smirk I can still spot from here. There’s little doubt in my mind he’s up to something, and all I can see is red.

My phone vibrates and I eagerly check it, not caring if it’ll get me in trouble.

I don’t feel comfortable watching the rest of the match with him behind us. He seems harmless, but it’s best to be safe.

I’m getting concessions with Gav. Call me when you’re ready and we’ll leave.

As I’m typing my reply, my phone is snatched out of my hand by one of the assistant coaches and I’m reprimanded like a child, told I won’t have it back until the end of the match. With no way of contacting Bridget, my anxiety surges. I risk a glance back at the seats Bridge and Gavin were in. James is also gone and my heart rate spikes. If anything happened to them, I’d never forgive myself.

Cheers erupt around me as Jamison sneaks in another try. I can’t focus on any of it. The coach who has my phone is strategising with a player as my heart is thumping wildly in my chest.

“I have to go,” I tell Coach Richards mid-celebration. “Family emergency.” I don’t wait for his reply and march over to the coach with my phone, demanding he hand it over. I trade him for my headset and rush off the pitch to find Bridget. I try calling, but she doesn’t answer. She mentioned concessions and my hope is she’s in line or eating.

I breathe a sigh of relief finding her and Gav having what appear to be sliders or small sanga. They’re laughing, and as I make my way to them, a hand clamps on my shoulder.

“Lucas.” James’ voice has anger instantly coursing through me. I quickly turn and brush his hand away. “Shame you aren’t playing, the match would’ve been more enjoyable.” His gaze rakes my body, landing on my thighs. I’m wearing athletic pants, but I feel fucking naked.

My jaw clenched, I growl, “Why are you here?”

“I heard you were married and had to see for myself how serious it was.

My suspicions were correct, and I hate that I was right. Who knows how long he’s been looking into me or Bridget. Fuck, and Gavin? This ends now. “Stay away from me and my family. If I find out you’ve been in contact with my wife or stepson, a restraining order will be the least of your worries.”

I push past him, not allowing him to get a word in. He calls after me, getting Bridget’s attention. The moment I reach them, I pull them into my arms, feeling like a failure for not protecting them, even if Bridget can absolutely protect herself.

“Luc, what’s going on?”

“We’re going home,” I reply flatly. “And then we’re finding a new place to live or moving back to Cork. I don’t care about my contract. I’ll pay my way out of it if I need to. And we’re getting married, the right way.”

“What?” She laughs but I don’t release them. “Is this about your ex? Lucas, we just flew to the other side of the world to be with you. There’s no reason to run from whatever you’re worried about… But I’m not opposed to a real wedding.”

“If you don’t play rugby, are you going to do what Uncle Ronan does and coach?” Gavin asks, surprising me with his question.

“I don’t know,” I reply honestly. I finally let them go but wrap an arm around each of their shoulders and lead them towards the exit.

There are cheers echoing all around us and I stop to check what has everyone so excited. Our winger brought the score to twenty-ten.

Gav gestures to the pitch with his slider still in his hand. “Can we watch the rest of the match?”

I glance around and James is nowhere to be found. Gav deserves to watch the remainder of his first Union match in Australia, and I need to find a way. Not wanting to risk returning to their seats, we make our way to guest relations where I purchase membership for Bridget and Gavin. There’s a section exclusive to members that includes a private dining area. If I haven’t caused too much trouble with my club, I’ll be playing in a few weeks, and be able to relax knowing they’re safe.

We watch the rest of the match, and it’s another Brisbane win. It’s bittersweet watching when I should be playing. I collect my things from the changing room and smooth everything over with my coaches. After explaining my situation, I’m grateful they are understanding. They’ve assured me they’ll look into safety protocols for the club members to ensure James doesn’t get anywhere near my wife and Gav.

Once we’re home, Gavin’s exhausted and insists he needs to rest before we eat dinner. I have no idea what we’ll make and will likely need to order out. My adrenaline crash is hitting me hard, and after a quick shower, I follow Gavin’s lead and take a nap. Bridget joins me, curling into my side, resting her head on my chest.

I’m half-asleep when her hand wanders lower until she’s toying with the waistband of my shorts. My eyes fly wide and I pull her tighter into me as I tease, “What are you up to, pup?”

“Shh. Can you be quiet for me?”

Sliding her hand into my pants, she takes out my cock. I can’t help the groan that escapes me. She begins long strokes up and down my shaft, keeping her grip tight. I’ve missed her hands on me and allow myself to selfishly enjoy her touching me. “Bloody hell, Bridge. That feels amazing.”

“When you were in the shower, I put my plug in my arse.”

“What?” It comes out louder than I intended and I lower my voice. “Since when do you have an anal plug?”

“I bought it online. Actually, the first one I bought was too big and I had to buy a second that was a little smaller.”

“Fuck, do you have any idea how hot that is?” She grips my cock tighter and I moan. “That’s it. You’ve had your fun. Pants off, Mrs. Robinson, I’m filling all of your holes tonight.”

Bridget releases my cock and strips out of her clothes as I remove my pants and boxer briefs. She’s so damn beautiful, a fucking vision. I pull her on top of me and she straddles my lap, with her wet cunt pressed against my now incredibly hard cock. I have all night to worship her the way she deserves, but I’m desperate to be inside her, to feel her walls flutter around me as she comes.

I grip the front of her throat and bring her lips to mine. As much as I love spending time with her—naked or not—I’ve missed kissing her whenever I want the most. She slides her warm pussy up and down my shaft, and while part of me wants to toss her onto her back and drive into her until we’re both spent, I let her tease and torture me.

Precum coats the head of my cock, and we’re already making a mess even without me being inside her. She puts me out of my misery, reaching between us to grip my cock and guide me inside her. I savour each blissful inch entering her. Our kisses aren’t rushed, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so close to someone as I do with Bridget.

As she rolls her hips, she whimpers into my mouth, “I missed you, Luc.”

“Show me how much.”

Bridget sits up, hands pressed on my chest, and I can’t help admiring her incredible body. I run my hands over her soft curves, loving the feel of her skin beneath my fingers. Having her like this is almost too much and I’m fighting back the urge to come.

As she continues to ride me, I swipe my thumb across her bottom lip and command, “Open.” She does and I slip my thumb into her mouth. She instinctively closes her lips around it, teasing the pad with her tongue. “Get it nice and wet for me. Just like that.” I tug on her jaw to open for me then reach between her legs to play with her clit. Her head falls back as soft whimpers pass her lips. “That’s it, pup. Show me who I belong to.”

I hold on as long as I can but the moment she comes, strangling my cock, it’s my undoing. She rocks onto me, keeping me deep inside her as she rides out her orgasm, taking every last drop of my own release. My heart is pounding so damn loud, it’s ringing in my ears. Pulling her to me, I wrap my arms around her and refuse to let go.

While I have all night to bring her pleasure, it’s not enough. I lift her off my cock and pull her up my body until her glistening cunt is hovering over my mouth. Keeping a firm grip of her thighs, she settles onto my face, and I lick, suck, and tease her clit with light flicks of my tongue. I couldn’t care less that she tastes like a mix of the two of us, devouring her until her legs are shaking and her second orgasm draws out her whimpers. I slowly lap at her until her breathing returns to normal.

I help Bridget dismount off my face, then carry her to the bathroom bridal-style. There’s a pang in my chest that we never had a real wedding or a honeymoon. She deserves both, where we can celebrate with everyone we love. I don’t care when or where it is, I want to shout to the world that she’s mine.

“I can walk, Luc,” she protests, but I don’t set her down until we’re in front of the shower.

“I want to marry you,” I admit, still stuck in my own head.

“We are married.”

“On paper, you’re my wife, but I want a real wedding with a proper honeymoon. I also want to have a serious discussion about adopting Gavin, but that conversation needs to wait until we’re no longer naked.”

Bridget reaches to cup my cheek, searching my eyes with pinched brows. “Where is this coming from?”

I turn on the shower and reply with a sigh, “I love you, so fucking much. I hated every moment I was here while you were still in Cork.” I pull her hand to my lips and kiss her palm. “My contract is up at the end of the year, with a possible one-year extension. After that, I’ll likely retire. We can move back if you’d like, but I want to be wherever you are. You and Gav are everything to me, and I want our marriage to be more than a legal document, to speak our vows to each other.”

“Only if you sneak Star Wars quotes into your vows,” she teases. “Maybe a ‘do or do not, there is no try.’”

I smack her arse, making her chuckle. “Fuckin’ brat. Just for that, I’m going to take out your plug and fill your arse with something significantly bigger.”

“You better,” she sings, lifting onto her toes to kiss me. “I love you.”

If she wants movie quotes as vows, then that’s what she'll get. I smile against her lips and whisper, “I know, pup, I know.”