The Rules We Break (The Alphaletes Book 4), page 17
I give him a confused look as the bartender hands us our drinks.
“No, I know. Pay the man,” I say as I step to the side, earning a rough chuckle from Trevor as he digs for his wallet.
The bartender nods his appreciation when Trevor tells him to keep the change before he closes the distance between us.
“Feel all masculine now?”
He scoffs. “Hardly.”
“Hmm, well I know you promised me some naughty fun in a coat closet,” I say as I take a sip of the dark-colored drink.
Trevor’s bright blue eyes darken in color as lust clouds his face. I feel him start to pull me toward the door when some old white dude calls out his name. He curses under his breath before releasing his hold on me and turning to face him with a smile. The two of them walk over to the other side of the bar as they begin schmoozing, and I can’t help but huff in irritation. I don’t care that he has to mingle. I care that our banter has my panties soaked, and he isn’t going to do anything about it right this second. Maybe I’ll just have to go finish myself off.
The old man he is talking to has his back to me as he is engaging in a deep conversation with Trevor, involving large hand gestures. Trevor is intently listening, smiling and nodding at apparently all the right times, but I don’t miss his eyes occasionally coming to me.
An idea pops into my head, and I can’t bite back my smile as I lift the cherry stem from my glass, raising it to my lips before running the plump red fruit over my equally red lips. The next time Trevor does a check-in glance toward me, his eyes stay there.
Perfect.
Slowly, I suck the fruit between my lips, making sure to take my time until the fruit slips into my mouth. Trevor is watching with rapt attention as I pull the stem off, swallowing the cherry before slipping the stem into my mouth. It takes me a few moments, but when I’m finished, I pull the stem out to reveal the double knot I created with my tongue.
Without another word, I throw it into the trash, turn on my heel and head toward the main entrance, knowing Trevor will follow.
I’m actually not sure where I’m going, it’s not like I’ve been here before, but I know the bathroom is this way, and where there are bathrooms, there are usually empty rooms or closets. Maybe I can slip into one before Trevor, and—
My thought is cut off by a rough grip on my arm, pulling me into a dark closet before slamming the door shut on me. My first instinct is panic until I smell the clean scent of Trevor’s cologne. Ease instantly overwhelms me before excitement takes over as his arms wrap around me, plastering my ass against him.
“Now where do you think you’re going, Little Raven?” he rumbles quietly.
“Well, you left me to talk to some old rich dude, so I was going to take matters into my own hands,” I bluff.
“Mmmm and what ‘matters’ are you referring to?” he asks as one of his hands slips between the high slit of my dress, brushing over the silky material of my panties.
I can’t help but gasp as his finger traces a perfect line down the front of me, but I do my best to make my tone even as I speak.
“I was gonna finger fuck myself until I came.”
“Fuck!” Trevor practically growls as he sinks his teeth into the sensitive flesh of my neck before shoving past my panties and burying two fingers inside me.
The pain of his bite and pleasure of his fingers causes me to let out a yelp. Trevor pulls back slightly as his fingers begin moving inside me, while he kisses the aching skin.
“What are you? A fucking vampire?” I grumble as he pushes deeper, rubbing against my G-spot and causing my head to fall back against his shoulder.
“Nah, baby. Out of the two of us, you’re the one that does the sucking.”
“Hell yeah, I do,” I say proudly, earning a rough chuckle to come rumbling from his chest, as his thumb begins circling my clit.
“You like that, Little Raven?”
“Yes,” I gasp, not having enough brain power to say anything else as the height of my orgasm begins to creep up on me.
“Such a naughty little girl sneaking away in the middle of a party to play with yourself. You should know better. If you need to be touched, you come get me, babygirl.”
“I don’t need you,” I throw out, causing him to laugh and stop all his movements. I whimper at the loss, my climax so close my body is practically shaking.
“No? So I should just head out then?”
“I’ll fucking cut your balls off while you sleep if you do.”
“All I heard was you’ll be near my balls when I sleep. Sounds like a win to me,” Trevor teases.
“Goddamn it, Trevor. Make me come, now,” I demand.
I can’t really see him, even with my eyes now adjusted to the dark coat closet, but that doesn’t mean I can’t feel the Cheshire smile on his face as he whispers in my ear.
“Anything you desire, Little Raven.”
He begins moving his fingers again, curling inside me in just the right spot before rubbing. It only takes seconds for me to see stars as my mouth drops open, and I let out a shout. I feel Trevor’s hand wrap around my mouth to muffle me as he finger fucks me from behind, but honestly, I don’t give a damn how loud I am.
Before I can even properly come down from my high, Trevor is spinning me around until I’m facing the door before pushing on my lower back, effectively folding me like a lawn chair and hiking up my dress. I feel his cock press against me as he pulls my panties to the side before thrusting in.
“Goddamn, you feel so fucking good,” he grits through what sounds like clenched teeth as he stills.
I wiggle my hips, trying to encourage him to start fucking me, but the grip that he has on my hips tightens to an almost painful point.
“Give me a sec,” he rasps.
“C’mon, Trev,” I whine. “This isn’t your first rodeo. You’ve never had a problem before.”
“Things are different now,” he says on a labored breath as his grip continues to tighten on me.
I wriggle in discomfort but don’t tell him to let go. Some strange part of me kind of likes the bite of his touch. Maybe because I know he’d never use his strength against me for malicious intent. Just the fun sexy kind.
“How so?” I ask as my hips just slightly move.
I feel his palm come down and slap against my bare ass, sending a ripple of pleasure up my spine as he speaks.
“Because you’re mine now, and I’ve never felt anything better in my life.”
My stomach flips at his words as I turn my head back to face him. I still haven’t had time to properly think things through. I mean, this can only end in disaster. We are terrible for each other. A couple of commitment-phobes who are enemies turned lovers? How completely predictable and cliché can we be?
Still, there is something warm that pools in my chest when he calls me his. Something settling. So despite what a shit show this might turn into, I’m gonna chase that warm glowy feeling for as long as I can.
“Fuck me like I’m yours, Trev,” I practically whisper.
Even in the practically pitch-black room, I can see his bright blue eyes flare as he nods, pulling his hips back before slamming into me again. I let out a moan of pleasure as he repeats the motion over and over again.
“Trevor,” I gasp.
“Yeah, say my name, babygirl. I love hearing my name on your sweet lips.”
He thrusts deeper this time rubbing against my G-spot and causing my legs to almost give out. Trevor makes up for it by practically holding me up as he continues fucking me. I feel his hand come to my ass, massaging me before giving it a light slap.
“You gonna let me take this ass soon, baby? I’ve been dying to fill you up.”
“Yes,” I moan. “Fill me up. Fuck me everywhere,” I chant as my second orgasm of the night begins building.
“Such a good fucking girl. You’d let me do anything I wanted to this flawless body, wouldn’t you?”
“Fuck no,” I laugh, causing Trevor to laugh as well.
“Good, I like the challenge,” he says before bottoming out inside me, causing a blinding light to flash before my eyes as I shatter apart. This time he doesn’t bother trying to cover my scream. Who gives a shit about the party. All that matters in this moment is me, him, and how hard each of us can come.
I feel Trevor’s cock swell inside me before his cum begins coating my pussy. He folds his body over my own, his mouth hitting the back of my neck as he peppers it with soft kisses as he rides out his orgasm. The act is so tender, so unlike our usual hump and dump interactions that it has me leaning back into his touch. When he pulls away, though, I can’t help but be thankful because my legs are fucking ruined from being bent over for this long in heels no less.
When I stand, I look like a baby giraffe, trying to gain my footing as I stumble. I feel Trevor’s cum leaking out of me and down my thigh, and as hot as that shit sounds in books and stuff, it doesn’t feel the best. Trevor seems to already be on it, though, because he’s sifting through jacket pockets. Looks like we are in the coat check room.
Sorry if your silk wrap smells like sex, Martha.
Trevor seems to know what he’s looking for as he pulls what looks like a pocket square out of a jacket pocket. He walks over to me and begins wiping up the dripping cum before giving me a mischievous smile.
“You’re the fucking worst,” I laugh.
He finishes wiping me clean before tossing it into the corner on the floor. His privileged little shit attitude is showing, but to be fair, all of these people are privileged little shits, so fighting fire with fire, right?”
I push open the closet door, coming face to face with an acne-faced redheaded guy who can’t be more than four years younger than me. He looks to be the coat check boy, and based on the reddening tips of his ears, my guess is he has been at his post for a little while. Some women might get embarrassed, but he looks embarrassed enough for the both of us, so I shoot him a wink and blow him a kiss as I reach back and grab Trevor’s hand, pulling him through the hall.
He lets out a low chuckle as he slips his arm around my waist and guides me the opposite direction of the ballroom.
“Where are we going?” I ask as I look up to him.
An easy smile is on his face as we step through the front doors.
“Home.”
Sage
After the gala, Trevor made good on his promise, and we stopped at a diner to get some real food. His phone started blowing up as soon as we sat down, and I can only imagine it was his parents wondering where we disappeared to. Eventually, Trevor just turned his phone off and tossed it into the glove box.
That was two nights ago now, and each night, Trevor practically dragged me to his room and pinned me down as he curled himself around me. I act like it’s such a burden when honestly, I have never felt more cared for, protected, or safe in my life. We haven’t really talked about anything since the gala. I mean, what’s to talk about, I guess? We are in kind of a weird transition, but whatever it is, I like it. It feels…comfortable, which is definitely not something thought I’d ever say about Trevor Michaels.
Today is a home game, and it’s the third quarter. We are playing the South Carolina Stingers and currently beating the shit out of them. The score is 37-7, so it’s more than safe to say we have this one in the bag, and we are one step closer to the Super Bowl.
That’s every team’s overall goal, right? The Crusaders haven’t been in a long time, unlike the San Antonio Cobras or the Knoxville Bucks who are frequently teams in the Super Bowl. I think they have what it takes this year. They are practically untouchable, and that has more than a little to do with the new egotistical, ridiculously talented, in more ways than one, quarterback.
I got more film and pictures than I will even know what to do with and honestly, I’m kind of over the job. What’s my dad gonna do? Fire me? Be my fucking guest. I love football, but I don’t want to sit on the sidelines every day for the rest of my life. I want to do something for myself. Something I can build for myself, have for myself.
While they were in the tunnel for halftime, I snuck up to the family and friends’ section of the stadium bleachers and took an open seat. I could have gone up to the box where Vi, Erica, and Scarlett are but figured this was easier. It took Trevor all of four minutes to find me, and I can’t deny that I kind of love that.
The Stingers call timeout, and the jumbotron busts out the good old kiss cam. First it lands on a sweet-looking elderly couple that has the whole stadium awwing. Then it lands on a mom and her teenage son. He looks embarrassed as she grabs his face and kisses his cheek, causing me to chuckle when his face turns beet red. Then I see my face on the big screen, right next to the brother of one of our linebackers beside me.
I turn to look at him with raised eyebrows, but he only grins before he dives in and presses his lips against mine. It’s over quickly, and he shoots me a wink before settling back in his chair and focusing on the game that’s resuming. I turn to face the field too, but my eyes catch on a very pissed-off-looking quarterback.
Trevor’s fists are balled up at his sides, staring directly in our direction. I can’t quite see his face from here, and I’m not sure if he’s glaring at me or the guy next to me. One thing is for sure, though. He’s about to come fucking unhinged.
Trevor
I’ve never wanted to be on defense more in my life. I have an uncontrollable amount of rage rushing through my veins, and all I can do with it is throw a damn ball. I can barely see straight. Everything is just fucking red. I’m on the sidelines, and instead of watching the game like I technically should, I’m staring up into the stands at the little girl who is about to get her ass spanked raw and the stranger beside her who is going to lose his life.
The game doesn’t matter anyway, the Stingers’ QB is inexperienced, and he fumbles the ball almost instantly, allowing one of our guys to lay him out just as the clock runs out. Perfect.
I point into the stands, my finger landing on Sage before pointing to the tunnel. I can’t quite see the look on her face, but I do see her head nod. Guess she can follow directions when she knows she fucked up.
I race through as few interviews as I can get away with before I’m storming past teammates and coaches, on a one-track mission to find her. It doesn’t take me long to see that long black hair and those bright purple eyes. To my surprise, they look softer than I was expecting. I thought she’d be ready to go at it, to tell me off, and yell at me for being jealous. Instead, she almost looks nervous.
“Hey, Trev,” she says, attempting to sound casual.
I don’t bother speaking as I continue walking, reaching out to grab her hand as I pull her with me. We walk a little past the locker room before I drag her into a little alcove to the side, hidden from everyone down the hall.
Pushing her against the wall, I cage her in with my arms above her head, my chest heaving as my pads push into her with each inhale. Those gem-colored eyes look up to me expectantly for several seconds before she speaks.
“Look, Trev. I’m sorry. It was just a kiss cam. I didn’t know it was going to upset you so muc—”
I slap my hand against the wall before turning away from her, giving us space as I calm down before I turn and come right back to her.
“Just a kiss cam? Just a kiss cam. Sage, do you not understand that just another man breathing the same air as you sends me fucking spiraling? Do you not get that a single brush of another person’s lips against yours is enough to set me on a killing spree. Prison time be damned, it would be worth it.”
Her eyes are wide and filled with surprise as I exhale a heavy breath and shake my head.
“You didn’t know it was going to upset me?” I laugh hollowly, allowing a little bit of my hurt to bleed through. “Of course I’m fucking upset. I had to watch my girl kiss some random guy in front of seventy-five thousand people. I’ve played the game of chasing after a girl who wasn’t fully invested in me. I won’t do it again. I can’t,” I say roughly, my last word breaking slightly as my throat tightens.
Emotion begins to fill her face as she lifts a hand up to cup my cheek, pulling my eyes down to hers.
“I’m so sorry, Trev. I wasn’t thinking. This thing between us is new, and I was inconsiderate and a dumbass. I’m not her, though. Our story is different.”
Her words are like a balm to my bruised and battered ego. I swallow as I see the absolute devastation on her face, like she can’t believe she did this. I know I’m making a bigger deal out of this then it needs to be, but fuck. I’m hurt.
Before I can speak, she’s undoing the front of my football pants.
“What are you doing?” I ask as she peels them down before removing my pads and boxers.
She wiggles her yoga pants down and kicks them to the side before looking at me.
“Punish me.”
“What?”
“Punish me. Use me. I hurt you, and I want to try to take that hurt away. Use me, Trev.”
My eyes fall down to her bare pussy, as my cock starts to harden. This girl is too fucking perfect. A hate fuck sounds like a great idea. Closing the remaining distance between the two of us, I press her against the wall before grabbing her right leg and lifting it up until it wraps around me.
“I’m gonna fuck you until I don’t hate you anymore.”
“We might be here a while then,” she says with the start of a smile.
I don’t even give her a second. I immediately push inside her, causing her mouth to drop open into an O. My thrusts are fast and punishing. By the wincing on her face, I can tell I’m not being as gentle as I should be. But then the image of my girlfriend’s face on that jumbotron comes to mind, and I lose it all over again, slamming in and out of her with a newfound fury.
Her eyes roll into the back of her head, and she whimpers my name as I thrust deeper. I’m not sure if it’s out of pleasure or pain, but I’m so lost in my own head that I know I need to take what she’s so willing to give me.
