Chapter 28
True to hisword Ford turns his phone off when we go to bed on Saturday night. We both sleep in on Sunday until about ten. Even then, neither of us are in a hurry to get out of bed. In fact, we both take turns in the bathroom attending to our needs and brushing our teeth before climbing right back into bed.
“I thought you were joking about spending a lazy day in bed. Is this really all you want to do with your one day off?” I ask him.
His hazel eyes sparkle. It’s either that he’s got dirty thoughts playing in his head or it could be due to sunlight slipping through the slats in the blinds. “I do have other ideas. How about I show you?”
His large hands grab my waist and roll me underneath him. I squirm and thrash about because my sides are ticklish. I”m laughing and begging him to stop.
“I like you begging, but not to stop,” he says.
He lets go of my waist and slowly drags his hands up my torso. His fingers brush lightly along the sides of my breasts. He continues higher up my chest, up the column of my throat, along the line of my jaw until both of his hands are cradling my face.
Ford”s eyes hold mine. We share a look that contains an entire conversation. He may not be using words, but our souls are speaking to each other.
“I”ve missed you,” he says, with so much feeling behind his words. “I come to you every night, but I still miss you like I haven”t seen you in weeks.”
“I”m sorry about last night,” I apologize.
Every time my emotions overcome me and other people can see the cracks I try and hide, it feels like being exposed. I know I should be able to share everything with Ford, but I don”t want him to see me as a burden. I especially don”t want him to think that he can”t leave me alone for any period of time. I”m a grown woman, I don”t need a babysitter.
He drops his head down into the crook of my neck and just holds me for a moment. I can feel how fast his heart is racing because of how we are pressed together. After a minute, he rolls us to our sides, and somehow we end up more tangled up in each other. It”s quite symbolic actually. Every move we make seems to get us more enmeshed in each other”s lives.
“I was afraid that you had enough of me being gone all the time and took off. But that only lasted for maybe a minute, and then the real horror settled in that something bad happened to you. I didn”t see any evidence that you had been home, and I started to worry that somebody took you on your way from the café. I can”t believe I”ve been letting you take public transportation and I didn”t even think about it. I”m going to call Sin later this afternoon and find out when they are going to be coming with your car. Until then, I want you to take my truck.”
“No thank you,” I tell him automatically. “I appreciate it, really, but there”s one problem with your incredibly sweet offer. I do not know how to park that giant beast you call a vehicle. There is no way I am going to be able to maneuver that thing in Seattle traffic. The café isn”t even open when you need to go to the training facility, so you taking me is out of the question. I can take public transportation.”
Ford releases some of his pent-up frustration and anxiety in a deep, rumbling growl. Then, he kisses me desperately. At first, I don”t know how to keep up with him. He sucks in my bottom lip and pulls gently with his teeth. Then his tongue flicks against the seam of my mouth, begging entrance, and as soon as I open for him his tongue tangles with mine.
Kissing him has always been exciting, but I am moaning into his mouth, breathing the same air, and on the verge of coming from kissing alone. His hand slips into my hair, grabs hold, and prevents me from moving. Now my only choice is to submit completely to this kiss.
His hand relaxes, and our mouths move together more slowly. Somehow this makes it deeper and even more intense. My hands slip around his back, and I hold him tight to me. I need more.
Ford seems content to continue kissing and nothing else, but my clit practically has its own heartbeat at this point and I can feel the walls of my pussy clenching around nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist and grind against his very noticeable erection.
He ignores me for a few moments, before growling again. This time it doesn”t sound like it”s caused by anxiety, although it does sound like there”s a fair amount of frustration involved. His large hands grip my hips and he presses himself against me hard, in just the right spot making my eyes roll back into my head.
“Is this what you need?” His voice sounds low and rough.
“It”s close, but I need a lot more.” This time I kiss him because we have the whole day, something we haven”t been able to say for weeks.
It isn”t like we”ve been abstaining since training camp started, but quickies in the shower and sleepy sex aren’t quite as satisfying as when we can really take the time to focus on pleasuring each other. There is nothing like being the center of Ford’s attention in the bedroom.
“You are going to get everything that I”ve got, but I”m going to take my time getting there,” he tells me.
I playfully stick out my bottom lip in a mock pout. “I think you just want to torture me.”
“It”s called anticipation, Vixen,” he teases.
“I don”t think I like that plan. How about you fuck me now, and then we can make out some more and as soon as you”re ready, we do it again? We can just do that all day long,” I suggest instead.
He pretends to think about it. “You”re right, your idea is better.”
Ford pulls my shirt over my head, and his hands start massaging my breasts. Our brief moment of levity has not diminished the ache in my core. The intensity only increases when he bends down and sucks one aching bud into his mouth, causing me to arch my back and press it farther into his mouth. His arm slips around me and holds my body up away from the bed.
He slowly lowers my torso back onto the bed, but lifts my hips and pulls my sleep shorts and underwear off in one smooth motion. My hands are at the waistband of his boxers, but I can”t get them to budge. He takes pity on me and does it himself.
He’s still not moving fast enough, and I know he thinks I need time to get comfortable with him being on top of me. It”s sweet, but unnecessary. Ever since the group fun night with Sin and Raven I have become completely comfortable with Ford. To encourage him I grab the base of his cock and guide him to my entrance.
His eyes hold mine once again, and this time they ask if I”m ready. My look gives him the answer he”s searching for. He kisses me again as he slowly sinks into my body. If I thought I wanted fast and hard, he”s showing me that this connection is what my body and soul is really longing for. We fall back into that languid pace from before. His hand strokes leisurely down my body and hooks my leg around his waist, and then he repeats on the other side.
Every motion feels purposeful. I feel cherished and like I”m getting every second of his attention that I”ve missed since training camp began. Despite the slow and steady pace, I can feel my body climbing toward climax. Both of our bodies are shaking as we try and hold back for just a few more minutes. He”s kissing me, and when he starts groaning into my mouth, I whimper and the walls of my pussy clench around his cock.
“Please,” I say into his mouth.
He”s incapable of speaking at this moment, and grunts his reply. I’m not sure exactly whether that is a grunt in agreement or refusal until he pulls out and slams into me hard enough to drive me up the bed.
I put my hands above me on the headboard and push back with every thrust. It”s like having an out of body experience. On one hand, I”m very much attached to the physical sensations of the moment, but on the other side there’s an entire emotional aspect as well.
Physically this is probably the best sex I’ve ever had, and Ford and I have had some great sex in the past. Everything inside of me is exploding like the grand finale of a fireworks display. This is the most alive I”ve ever felt. Most of the time I”m trying to hide, from myself, from my thoughts, from the people I love, but right now I”m exposed in every way and surprisingly absolutely fine with it.
My body is singing with the most intense pleasure I have ever experienced, but then he starts to speak.
“I fucking love you more than there are words to express,” he rasps next to my ear.
His cock moves in and out of my pussy with powerful strokes. My breaths come in shallow pants. I can’t seem to suck in enough oxygen and grow a little lightheaded, which only seems to bring me closer to coming.
“I…love…you…too,” I manage to force out through my ragged breathing.
“Nothing and no one is going to pull us apart. You are mine,” he growls.
“Yes, yours,” I agree immediately.
This was clearly what he needed to hear, because he somehow manages to take me harder. Gone now is his desire to take this slow. He pulls out of me and climbs out of the bed. I’m about to protest his absence, but then he grabs my ankles, yanks me to the edge of the bed, and slams back inside of me before I can utter a single peep.
It’s a treat to watch all those hard-earned muscles in action as he pumps in and out of me. I peer around him and watch his round ass flex as he enters me. I study the way his biceps bulge as he pulls me to meet his thrusts.
“Do you like what you see, Vixen?”
I slowly lift my eyes to his, not bothering to hide the lust and love I’m sure he can see in them. “I love what I see. You are a beautiful man, inside and out. I am the luckiest woman alive.”
He smiles at me, and it’s not a mischievous smirk, or a naughty grin, but a wide smile of pure love and joy. Then his lips twitch, and the naughty grin makes its appearance. “Then scream for me,” he taunts and makes sure I do just that.
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“Our neighbors are goingto hate us,” I say as I lay boneless in Ford’s arms.
He slowly traces his finger up and down my arm. “I think there’s a reason your mom made us the supers of an apartment building full of retirees.”
I hide my face in his chest. “Oh my God. Do you really think that’s why?”
He gives me a look like he thinks I’m adorably clueless. “She called me a sex god the first time she met me and left us alone the day we arrived to relax in your room. I’m positive that’s why.”
I groan, which only makes him laugh. The moment of levity passes quickly though, and he becomes quiet and contemplative again.
I prop myself up on my elbows so I can look at his face not just his profile. “What’s bothering you? Is this still about what happened last night? I’m really sorry I scared you. I?—”
Ford leans forward and brushes his lips against mine. “I know you’re sorry. You don’t have to keep apologizing. I do want you to be safer in the future. You could have gotten hypothermia, but that’s not what’s on my mind right now. I told you I realized something last night. There’s something I wasn’t completely honest with you about when we went to that athletic department disaster.”
My body goes rigid. I try very hard to put our past behind us and leave it there, but I struggle with it sometimes. I do trust Ford, but I guess I don’t believe our relationship can survive a strong challenge. I’m always worried what he’ll do if he were forced to choose between me and his future.
Maybe that’s not fair. It’s not exactly the same thing he did before, but there was always something better than me keeping us apart. I’m equally to blame, but I put him first at the expense of myself, and he let me every time.
“Just tell me then,” I say. My tone is flat, but I can’t manage to fake being okay right now. After what we’ve shared today, I’m far too emotional and open to him. He made me one big raw nerve, and now he’s poking me.
He inhales and says, “Coach Greer has informed me that the athletic director wants me to present myself to the public as single.”
“That’s why we left before dinner was served,” I say.
He nods. “Yeah. I really haven’t thought anything about it. I mean I have, but only that it was fucking stupid, and they can’t make me do shit.”
“But Coach Greer knows you, and he knows how you’re going to react,” I comment.
Ford taps the end of my nose. “I should have thought of that before yesterday. I also should have noticed that the other guys were leaving right after the study session, and I was the only one who was asked to stay two and three hours longer than everyone else. That’s partly because the first week several of the other guys new to the team stayed too, but last night I realized it was only me. I confronted him, and then I left.”
“That’s why your phone is off today,” I say.
He nods. “Yes. He’s dragged me in two Sundays in a row now, and that is against the rules. I know he’s trying to push you to your limits so you’ll do the dirty work for him. I don’t know what else he’s going to try and pull.”
“Do you think he’s going to try and make it look like you’re cheating?” I ask. It makes me feel sick to even imagine him being put in those kind of situations, but I have to choose to trust him, or we will never work.
“He told me that he stood on integrity in Ocean Bluff and lost his job. This time he’s going to toe the line and do as he’s told. I think that means he is capable of doing just about anything that the AD wants.”
“I don’t understand why you being in a relationship is such a big deal. You haven’t even played your first game with them yet, they can’t possibly know if the fans are going to flock to you.” What am I saying? Of course they would.
“He told me that they want me to appear to be available to bring more female fans to the games.”
“Other players are in relationships and that doesn’t stop them from having a large female fanbase,” I point out.
“You’re right. I don’t understand where they’re coming from.”
I bite my lip. “Unless?—”
He scrunches his eyebrows. “What?”
I exhale. “Do you think it’s because technically I’m your stepsister?”
“Well, fuck. That actually makes sense.” He tips my chin up to make me look at him again. “I want you to listen to me really good right now. I don’t give a shit what they want, or what they think. You are my forever. Football is a game. If they try and make me choose between it and you, I’m going to choose you.”
I nod. I want to have faith and believe him with no doubts. Like he’s told me several times now, I just have to give him time. I hope he means what he says, because I fear this time we are going to be tested.