Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Rocky
She woke to Kylie staring at her, her arms crossed on her chest and her eyes narrowed. Uh oh, her bestie was pissed.
“What the hell, Rock?” she asked. “You were attacked last night and you didn’t call me?”
She sat up and shrugged her shoulders. “I didn’t want to worry you.”
“Oh my God, your face!” her eyes went wide. “Was it your stalker?” she screeched.
“Yeah,” she said tiredly.
“Did he hit you or what? Is your cheek broken?” Kylie asked as she reached out to take Rocky’s hand.
“He didn’t hit me. That happened when I slipped and hit the fender of his car with my face.”
Kylie winced. “Ouch. Good thing you wear a helmet or you’d scare the fans with that shiner.”
She smiled, her cheekbone throbbing. “Is it really that bad?”
“It’s pretty swollen and you’ve got a good shiner coming on.” Kaylie wrapped her arms around her and hugged her. “I’m sorry for yelling but shit, Rock, when Trey said you’d been attacked I got scared.” She plopped down next to Rocky on the bed. “What can I do to help?”
“Pain reliever,” she mumbled.
Kylie hurried out of the room and returned with a glass of water and two pills. “Trey said he and Butch happened to walk out of the stadium and see you hit his car. Thank God they were there.”
“Yeah, it could have been a lot worse.” She pressed her fingertips to her cheekbone. “At least it’s not broken.”
“From what Trey said, your stalker looks worse, that Butch hit him more than once.”
“He did, and for some reason he seemed really concerned about me. Pretty weird for a guy who hates me.”
“Are you sure he hates you? Sometimes when he’s looking at you, I see a flash of something else in his eyes.”
“You’re nuts. He wants me off the team.”
Kylie shrugged. “I just call it like I see it.” She got up and headed for the door. “You want some coffee?”
“That’d be great.” Her phone buzzed with a text notification. “Looks like the bail hearing is at two pm. I might feel human by then.”
After a shower and some breakfast, she felt almost normal. She wondered how Butch’s hand felt this morning.
Who knew there was a heart under all that bullshit? Sure, he’d been nice to her when he discovered she’d been receiving threatening notes, making sure she went to the cops and filed a report. When the notes stopped, she’d hoped that was the end of it. But no, it wasn’t.
Who’d have thought the asshole who hated her would be her knight in shining armor, saving her from her stalker who was going to do God knew what to her once she was in his car?
Luckily Trey had been there to verify Butch’s story with the cops, or he’d have been charged with assault.
Sitting in the courtroom, she waited for her stalker’s bail hearing to start.
She didn’t have to be there but she needed to know if he’d be released.
When her stalker was led into the courtroom, she let out gasp.
She knew Butch had hit him but the guy looked like he’d gone a round with the heavyweight champion.
His nose had obviously been broken, both eyes were blackened, and his jaw was swollen and might be broken.
Holy shit, Butch had beaten him badly. He’d done that for her.
Probably because she was a teammate, but still.
A hand settled on her shoulder. She looked back to find both Butch and Trey sitting behind her, Trey with his hand on her shoulder.
“Thank you,” she mouthed silently. Butch winked at her.
What did that mean? She turned back to watch the hearing.
That Butch had shown up surprised her. Hopefully they’d both be cleared to practice.
The crack of the judge’s gavel brought her attention back to the hearing.
When the judge allowed her stalker to speak, her stalker glared at her and shouted, “This is all your fault, you bitch!”
She heard both Butch and Trey drag in a breath.
The judge swung his gavel again, declaring that bail was denied. Her stalker sputtered as his face turned red.
She headed out of the courtroom, stopping when she heard Butch call after her, “Rocky, wait.”
“What?” she asked, curious why he wanted to talk to her.
“Let me walk you to your car.”
She nodded and he took her arm.
Butch
He was glad they’d decided to go to the bail hearing when he heard Rocky’s stalker yell at her across the courtroom. Resisting the urge to jump up and go pound on the guy some more, he glared at him and saw him wince. Good, fucker better be scared of him.
Relived that the fucker would be sitting in jail for a while, his thoughts turned to his feelings about Rocky.
Snarled and tangled, he needed to unravel them and figure out what was real and what was just infatuation.
He’d been infatuated with a few women over the years but nothing more than that.
He wasn’t sure he was even able to feel more than that about a woman.
Maybe if he discussed how he felt with Rocky, it would clear some it up for him so he could concentrate on football instead of wondering what she was doing every minute of the day they were apart.
When he followed her out of the courtroom, he blurted out, “Let me walk you to your car.” Why had he done that?
He wasn’t ready to talk about it yet. But here he was, his hand on her elbow as they walked toward the parking lot.
“Since we’ve been excused from practice for the day I thought, maybe, we could talk. ”
“Talk about what?”
“I thought we could clear the air between us.” His stomach dropped when she didn’t answer right away. Maybe he’d try again another time…
“I guess. There’s a coffee shop down the block,” she said as she turned to look at him.
“I was thinking somewhere more private. This might take a while and I really don’t want anyone else hearing it.”
He watched her think for a minute. “Okay, I get that. We’re never really alone out in public, there are fans everywhere.”
“I want you to feel completely comfortable, so you choose where.”
“I’m kinda hungry, how about I make us something at my apartment. I do owe you for saving me from that creep.”
Her apartment? That sounded risky with the way his feelings were jumbled but, if that’s where she’d feel safe... His mouth went dry at the thought of being in her apartment. “Okay. I’ll follow you.”
When they got to her apartment complex, he was glad to see it was in a decent area. Pulling into a visitor’s parking space, he got out and walked over to where Rocky was waiting for him.
“It’s a bit of mess,” she said as she unlocked the door and stepped into the apartment.
He looked around. There was a hoodie draped over the back of the couch and a blanket on the floor in front of it. Some framed posters on the walls and a bookshelf full of books and girly knickknacks. It suited her.
Rocky picked up the blanket and tossed it on a chair. “We’ve got the place to ourselves, Kylie is working late tonight. Let me text her real quick and let her know how the hearing went.” She motioned to the couch.
He took a seat and stared at her as she texted. How was she still so beautiful with a swollen cheek and a black eye? Yep, infatuated, that had to be it.
“You want a beer? Or I’ve got some iced tea.”
“A beer would be great,” he said as he got up to look at the bookshelf.
He found some framed pictures of her and Kylie.
Somewhere, Rocky was in a football uniform and Kylie was in a cheerleader outfit.
Probably high school. Another with both of them in crimson caps and gowns from Indiana University with their arms around each other.
And another of Rocky and her college team celebrating a win.
“Here you go,” she said as she walked up and handed him a beer.
“You graduated from IU? That means you played for Jim Johnson. My first year in the league I played with him. He was a decent quarterback but he ended up being a better coach.”
“Yeah, he’s a good coach. Do you like spaghetti?” she asked, changing the subject.
“Sure, sounds good. Do you need any help?”
“Nah, I got it,” she replied. “It’ll be a little bit.” She walked over to the couch and picked up the remote. “Here’s the remote. We’ve got most of the streaming apps.”
“Cool.” He plopped onto the couch and powered up the television.
He pulled up his favorite streaming app and clicked on his favorite show.
He noticed the show was in the favorites list. Hmmm…
interesting. He wouldn’t peg either Rocky or Kylie as paranormal investigation fans, but there it was.
Settling in to watch, he sipped his beer and lost himself in the investigation.
“The spaghetti’s ready,” he heard Rocky call from the kitchen.
He’d been so engrossed in the episode he hadn’t noticed the aroma of garlic and tomato sauce wafting from the kitchen.
Standing and stretching, he hit pause and went to the kitchen.
Rocky pulled plates out of the cupboard and set them next to the stove. “Help yourself.” She turned toward the fridge, “I think we’ve got some parm.”
“This smells amazing,” he said as his stomach rumbled.
“It’s just pasta and some leftover sauce from the freezer.”
“Smells good no matter where it came from.” He portioned out some spaghetti and spooned some sauce on top. The sauce was thick and it looked there were peppers, onions, and mushrooms in it. It looked delicious.
“We usually eat in front of the television if that’s okay with you.”
“Sure.”
He returned to his spot on the couch.
She noticed the show he had paused. “That’s my favorite show.”
“It’s my guilty pleasure, no one knows I watch it.”
She shoulder bumped him. “Go ahead and turn it back on. We can talk after we eat.”
She didn’t have to ask him twice. He enjoyed her take on the show, agreeing with most of her observations.
“No way, that’s got to be dust or a bug,” he said before shoving another forkful of spaghetti in his mouth.
“Neither of those move like that,” she explained as the credits rolled across the screen.
One final bite and his plate was empty. He watched Rocky slurp up a stray noodle.
“Oops, busted,” she said with a laugh, a drop of sauce on the corner of her lips.
He reached over and pulled her lips to his and kissed her, making sure he licked up that drop of sauce.
Her plate dropped to the floor as he scooted closer to her and laid her back on the couch cushions.
God, she tasted of garlic and tomatoes, and Rocky.
Fuck. His jeans got tight and he inched up to cover her with his body. Wat the hell was he doing?
Surprisingly, Rocky was kissing him back, her hands pulling his shirt out of his pants.
She shoved them under his shirt to roam his back and everything else dropped away.
There was only Rocky underneath him, making little moaning noises that were going straight to his dick.
When one of her hands went to his waistband and undid the button, he took that as a sign.
Grinding himself into her hand, he pulled her shirt up and looked down at her breasts.
Nuzzling between them, he bit one through her bra and she raised her hips and ground against him as she reached into his pants.
When her hand found him, he thought he was going to explode with want, no need. He needed to be inside her.
“Fuck, Rochelle,” he panted as he lifted his lips from hers so he could pull her shirt over her head.
Thank God her bra was a front closure, easier for him.
His hands shaking, he unhooked it and pushed the cups to the side so he could gaze at her breasts.
Soft and round, the nipples were rigid and begging for his mouth.
His lips went to her breast, pulling the nipple in his mouth and sucking lightly. At her moan his eyes went to her face and he watched her eyes dilate, the pupils huge. Her lips pursed and she drew in a breath.
“Ahhh, Butch,” she moaned as her chest rose to give him better access to her breasts. Her hips lifted and she ground against his erection. Her hand came out of his pants and lowered the zipper before trying to push his pants down.
His cock swelled. Switching to the other breast, his hands under her pants pulled them down.
Fingers dancing along her skin, then dipping under the elastic of her underwear.
Her hips lifted again as if begging for his fingers to go lower.
Still suckling at her breast, he lifted his hips and shoved his pants down to his ankles before pushing hers further down.
His hand went back into her underwear, his fingers exploring her hot skin.
Raising his head, his lips went to hers as his fingers found her nub.
God, she was so wet already, so ready. He wanted to taste her but that would have to wait.
His dick was aching with want, his balls drawing up. “No, not yet,” he told himself.
She wiggled under him and kissed him harder.
Dipping his fingers into her, he smiled against her lips as she moaned and writhed beneath him, her hands clawing at his back.
“Please, Butch, I,” she panted, “I need you inside me.”
At that, he reached for his pants and pulled a condom out of his wallet. His hands shook as he rolled it on. The tip of his dick at her entrance he asked, “You sure?” God, he hoped she said yes, he didn’t know if he’d be able to stop himself if she said no.
“Please,” she moaned as her hands fisted into his hair.
He nudged into her and her hips jerked up to force him in further. With a groan, he buried himself in her. Pulling out, he sank into her again and again, his only thought that he didn’t want this to end.
Rocky shuddered and his body responded with the most intense orgasm he’d ever had, losing all rhythm, his body wanting to plant his seed in her.
Her body shuddered around him and he pulled out and pushed back into her one last time as he yelled, “Fuck!”
Hugging her to him, his heart thumped crazily as his lungs forced air in and out. He knew she would feel amazing wrapped around his dick but, holy shit, that was more than he could describe.
Her breaths mingled with his, their hearts beating together.
“Did we really just…?” she ask as she stared at him.
“Yeah,” he said. “This wasn’t planned. I really did just want to talk.”