The Rules We Break (The Alphaletes Book 4), page 11
“It’s fine. We’ve come to an understanding.”
“Really?”
“Mhmm,” I smirk, thinking about how we understood each other all over the kitchen island this morning.
“Well, good. Hopefully you’ll be back in your place by next week.”
“It’s cool. We have away games for the next two weekends, so I’ll be traveling so much it won’t matter.”
“Ugh, I forgot. I hate that there are travel restrictions in the third trimester.”
“For good reason. No one wants to watch you give birth thirty thousand feet in the air, no offense,” I laugh.
“Yeah, well if I have to give birth when he’s gone, I’ll make him grovel for a year at least.”
“With the way that man worships the ground you walk on, I have no doubt he’d do so willingly.”
She sighs dreamily into the phone, a sound that may be cute to some, but has me feeling nauseous almost instantly.
“Alright, lover girl, I have to get to work. Thank you guys again. I know we haven’t known each other for long, but I appreciate everything you all have done for me.”
“Time is irrelevant. You’re one of us, babe. Have a good day!” she says before hanging up.
I smile softly before pocketing my phone as I grab my camera and purse. After locking my car, I make my way up to the front doors where I see a few of the coaching staff. I nod to all of them as I snake my way down the halls before taking up my spot where I’ll be filming today. The last video I did about everyone’s favorite Taylor Swift song went viral, so I decided to do some similar content to keep the momentum going.
I’m just getting my camera turned on and ready when I hear a voice guaranteed to put me into a shit mood.
“Sage, get in here!” Dad barks from outside his office down the hall.
My hands tighten to fists as I slowly set my things down and make my way to his office. When I step inside, he’s leaning against the desk with his arms folded across his chest and that same disappointed glare I’ve become so accustomed to, especially since I came back to Seattle.
“What’s up, Coach?” I ask as I hang back in the doorway, hoping he’ll make whatever it is quick so I can get the fuck away from him.
It’s easy to forget how deep your daddy issues are when you are hundreds of miles away. When you’re less than a hundred feet away is another story.
“What’s up?” he scoffs. “I just got off the phone with the landlord of your apartment building. Said you’ve been having a ton of work done to the place because of a break-in?”
I shrug and look down at my already chipping nail polish. “Yeah, they trashed my place.”
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” he asks, the barest amount of hurt bleeding through his words.
Looking up, I frown at him as I cross my arms over my chest.
“I didn’t think you’d care.”
He rolls his eyes. “Of course I care. I’m the one who put the security deposit down on the place.”
I let out a bitter laugh as I shake my head.
“God forbid the millionaire NFL coach loses out on a two thousand dollar security deposit when thugs break into his daughter’s apartment and stab, smash, and destroy every single possession she ever had.”
Dad frowns at that, pausing for a minute before he speaks.
“They ruined everything? Do you need money to replace some of it?”
“No, I don’t. Thanks, though,” I huff.
“Well maybe you’ll learn your lesson about locking your door. You have to start taking some responsibility for your life, Sage.”
I can’t help but scoff in disgust before I turn on my heel, storming out of his office. He calls out to me, but I don’t give a fuck what he has to say. He’s a self-righteous prick who was a shit dad and an even shittier person.
A few of the players start walking down the hall, and I do my best to shake off my pissy attitude, though even I can hear that I don’t do a good job.
“What other sport could you go pro in besides football?” I ask Slater and Declan as they walk in.
“Baseball for sure. My wife says I have the butt for it,” Slater winks at the camera before turning around and shaking his ass.
That earns a half laugh from me as Declan answers.
“Same.”
A few of the other guys come in saying things like basketball and soccer. Johnson even says ballet. Trevor walks in next, giving me a devilish grin as he swaggers down the hall.
“What’s the question of the day, Little Raven?”
“What other sport could you go pro in besides football?”
“Can’t imagine there isn’t anything I couldn’t do. I’ve been told I’m really good with my hands,” he winks, causing me to bite back my growing smile.
“Alright, move it along, Michaels,” I say as a few others come down the hallway.
When I get a few more players recorded, I pack up my things and get ready to go back to Trevor’s so I can work on it there. As I go to stand, I turn, walking straight into the wall. Or at least I thought it was a wall. Instead, I look up to see Jackson’s blinding white smile as his tattooed cover hand grips my hip to right my balance.
“Easy, babygirl. Didn’t mean to startle you,” he says with a wolfish smile.
“Mhmm, I’m sure not,” I say as I take a step out of his reach, smirking at him as I do.
His lip ring is still in, and I watch as his tongue plays with it almost deliberately like he’s trying to capture my attention before he closes the distance between us again, cupping my hip with one hand as he leans forward.
“Let me take you out tonight. I’ve been patient enough, haven’t I?”
I let out a laugh as I tip my head back.
“Patient? You? Never. Bro, you’re basically the definition of a simp,” I tease.
He grins as he shrugs his shoulders.
“With an ass like yours, how could I not be?”
I twist up my mouth as I nod.
“Got a point there.”
Jackson laughs as I smirk.
“Fine. Where am I meeting you?” I relent.
Excitement fills his eyes as his smile widens.
“I can pick you up.”
“Nah, I like to keep my options open in case I want to ditch you.”
“Ouch,” he laughs. “Meet me at Blackwoods. Nine o’ clock.”
Flashes of the last time I went to Blackwoods dance in my head. That was a good night, despite the company. Let’s hope it’ll be even better with someone that’s a little more aligned with my usual type. Besides, it’s about time I catch and release him anyway.
“Mmm, make it eight. You’re gonna have to at least buy me dinner before I put out, Donatello.”
“Whatever you want,” he smiles with a husky lilt to his voice as his face comes closer to mine, so close I feel the cool metal of his lip ring brush against my skin.
Knowing that it’s better to make him wait, I pull away, giving him a Cheshire-level smile before turning without a word and heading to my car.
Always keep them wanting more.
Trevor
After practice I take a quick shower before heading home. My arm is already starting to twinge, and the fact that it’s so early on in the season has me more than a little worried. Maybe I’ll see if Scar is up to working with me for a bit in her downtime. She used to be the team’s Athletic Trainer before she got sick. She worked miracles when Slater got hurt, and everyone thought his career was all but over. He said she’s been doing a lot better since she hit her six-month, cancer-free mark, so maybe she’ll be interested.
As I make my way home, I can’t help but smirk when I see Sage’s car in the driveway. I wasn’t sure how I felt about this little thing this morning. But if she really thinks she can keep any and all feelings in check, and this can be a casual thing while she’s crashing with me, then I’d have to be a fucking idiot to turn it down.
My cock is already stiffening in anticipation as I shut down the purring engine of my Corvette that finally got here before I head inside. Maybe Sage will suck my cock like she did last night if I eat her pussy. Couldn’t tell you which I’d enjoy more. They’re both pretty fucking great.
Erica has already texted me twice since yesterday, making sure that Sage and I are getting along okay. I don’t know why she feels so protective of her, but I know she means something to her, so even if we wouldn’t have come to our little truce, I’d have figured out a way to tolerate her attitude. Turns out it’s a lot easier to tolerate Sage when she’s face down, ass up, or that smart fucking mouth is wrapped around my cock.
When I push the front door open, my stiffening cock hardens to a solid pole as I see Sage in a slinky burgundy dress similar to the little black one she wore last night. I smirk as I make my way over to her, only faltering when I see her reach for her purse.
“You going somewhere?” I ask, causing her to turn to face me, a carefree smile on her face as she nods.
“Yep. See you later.”
She goes to walk past me, like I’d actually just leave it at that. I catch her by the crook of her arm, holding her back a second as I turn to face her.
“Where are you going?”
She lifts a disbelieving eyebrow as she looks at me.
“What, are you my parole officer or something?”
“Are you on probation?” I ask.
Honestly, I could see it. Sage shrugs with a tilt of her head.
“Not in this state.”
I can’t fully tell if she’s joking or not when she pulls out of my grasp.
“Seriously. Where are you going?”
“Well, not that it’s any of your business, but I’m grabbing dinner with Jackson.”
“You can’t be serious,” I deadpan, irritation instantly taking over me.
“Why not?” she laughs. Fucking laughs.
“Because he’s a douchebag,” I spit.
“And you’re not?” she says with a cocky smile.
I roll my eyes at her as I cross my arms over my chest.
“Where is he taking you?”
“Doesn’t matter. I gotta go.”
Sage turns on her heel, opening the front door as I call out to her.
“What time you gonna be back?”
Looking over her shoulder, those vibrant eyes lock on to mine, a slow smirk spreading across her face as she winks.
“Late.”
With that, she shuts the door and heads out. I hear her car start up several seconds later before the front gate opens. I’m left standing in the middle of my living room, fucking fuming. Fuming about what exactly, I’m not one hundred percent sure. All I know is that I’m pissed.
My mind whirls for several seconds as I contemplate what to do. Then, I’m pulling out my phone, scrolling over to my requested folder of my DMs and picking the first good-looking woman’s message. I ignore her words, tapping out a quick message to meet me downtown before I jog upstairs to change.
It didn’t take long for me to figure out where Donatello would have taken her. There are only a handful of places that offer the anonymity that a lot of us crave when we are going out for the night. I don’t know much about him since we are early in the season, but I can tell that he’s not one of the fame seekers. He’s confident in his skin, albeit a little cocky. Who isn’t though, right?
I grab the door for my date, allowing the giggly blonde influencer to step inside Blackwood’s first. My eyes drop to her practically photoshopped ass in her bright red bodycon dress. I picked her up downtown before we headed this way. I don’t give out my address for obvious reasons, and I didn’t want to wait around in some apartment lobby for her to finish getting ready. Her name is Sarah or Sierra. I couldn’t really tell because of her squeaky voice, and I honestly don’t care enough to check our messages.
As soon as I step inside, my eyes begin scanning the room. It’s not an overly big place so you can see almost every table and booth as soon as you walk through the door. However, when my eyes do a full sweep of the restaurant, I come up short of the people I’m looking for. I contemplate leaving but decide to check one more spot.
The doe-eyed hostess greets us instantly, smiling wide as she turns her attention to me.
“Good evening, Mr. Michaels. Just two?”
I nod. “Do you have anything in the back?”
She nods eagerly as she gathers up two menus and gestures for us to follow her. I step in front of my date as I do, not the most gentlemanly thing to do, I know, but I’m on a mission right now. When we crest the corner, she pushes open the doors that lead to the private room in the back. Instantly, I notice several high profile locals sitting in the scattered seating area. It only takes me two seconds to find who I’m looking for, though.
Sage is sitting in a plush seat, sipping what looks like bourbon as Donatello leans his elbows against the table, a salacious grin across his face as he begins wiggling that ugly ass lip ring of his. I see an empty table directly behind them and point to it wordlessly. Thankfully our hostess takes us right to it without an ounce of hesitation.
Sharon sits down across from me as I take the seat facing Sage. As soon as my ass hits the seat, her eyes are on me. Those unique watercolor eyes narrowing at me as she shakes her head and turns her attention back to her date.
A waitress comes over to the table almost instantly, taking our drink order and bringing them over in record time. Some fruity pink drink for my date and a bourbon for me.
“So,” Shirley says. “It must be so fun playing football. I’ve been watching you for years. You are, like, so good at scoring goals.” She smiles enthusiastically.
I hear a scoff come from behind her, my eyes landing on an annoyed-looking Sage rolling her eyes as she lifts her glass to her lips. I can’t help but smirk as I lean forward, feigning interest in Sheryl as I give her my full attention.
“Touchdowns, baby, and yeah. I’m fucking good at everything I do.”
“Can’t wait to find out all about that later.” She giggles in a laugh that grates my skin.
I’m about to lean into her insinuation and play it up a bit when I hear Donatello speak.
“So, what do you say I grab the bill, and we head back to my place? I just got a movie theater installed. We can throw a movie on, get a little more comfortable,” he rumbles deeply, the obvious suggestion in his tone causing my jaw to clench in irritation.
What is it about this guy that has me wanting to take him down a peg or ten?
Sage laughs lightly like he just told a ridiculous joke.
“Nice try. You promised me food. I’m not one of those women who skips meals. You gotta work to keep me interested.”
“I can tell.” He laughs. “I like that about you, though.”
“Hmm,” she hums with a soft smile, shooting him a wink that has me inhaling deeply through my nose.
I do my best to tune them out, focusing on the drink in front of me and occasionally my date. Though with the amount of selfies she’s taking, I don’t think she minds me ignoring her too much. Looks like she’s having a fine time on her own.
Throughout dinner, every laugh falling from Sage’s lips and brush of Donatello’s hand against hers sets me on edge more and more. I can practically feel the crystal glass ready to snap in my hand as I lift my third drink of the night to my mouth. Movement out of the corner of my eye snags my attention as Sage stands from the table, making her way out the door to the main dining area.
I don’t even hesitate, pushing away from the table as I stand, following her step for step. My hands push open the door she slipped through, turning my head to the left to see her stepping through the bathroom door. I chase after her, my fist banging through the women’s door before closing it behind me. I find the deadbolt lock and flip it into place. Hopefully there is no one else in here already.
Sage startles as she pauses outside the bathroom stalls.
“Trevor? What the fuck are you doing in here?”
I don’t answer her, instead I continue walking toward her until our chests brush against one another. My breathing is labored, too labored for me to just be walking. I can practically feel adrenaline coursing through my body similar to when I hear the sound of that first whistle blow. I can’t for the life of me figure out why the fuck my body is acting like this.
“Hello? Anyone home?” Sage snarks.
I snap, reaching down and gripping her hips to turn her away from me, pulling her to the bathroom counter. She gasps but doesn’t fight me, her eyes coming to mine in the mirror as my hand pushes against her lower back, forcing her chest flush against the countertop.
“Spread your legs, baby,” I say, nudging my knee between her thighs.
She obeys almost immediately and something primal inside me beats its chest at her obedience.
“Good girl. Show me that pussy,” I encourage.
Her lower back arches, those violet eyes never leaving mine as she does. My hands come to the hem of her dress, raising it up to rest around her hips, only leaving her black silk thong in sight. I wrap my hands around the thin fabric, ripping it in two before tucking the damp material into my slacks pocket.
“Fucker!” Sage hisses. “Those were my favorite.”
“I’ll buy you more,” I say with a roll of my eyes as I pull out my cock, rubbing the drop of pre-cum across my tip as I line up with her.
“You better,” she grumbles, though the heat in her eyes tells me she isn’t as mad as she’s trying to make herself out to be.
“Shut up and take my cock,” I say before thrusting into her.
Her back arches sharply, a moan tearing out of her throat as her hands grip the edge of the counter.
“Fuckkk,” she groans as I bottom out inside her.
“Goddamn. You have got to be the tightest pussy I’ve had in years,” I rasp.
“Doesn’t surprise me,” she pants as I pull out before slamming back into her. “You haven’t fucked since World War II, right?”
