The Rules We Break (The Alphaletes Book 4), page 23
Trevor lines up his cock to my ass before he slowly starts pushing in. Trevor and I have been doing a lot of experimenting lately, and it’s blatantly obvious that we both love anal and normally I’m able to take him with minimal pain. But right now when my pussy is already full and now he’s trying to fill my ass too. It’s too much.
“Trev,” I gasp. “I can’t. Too much.”
“You can take it. Be a good girl and keep that cock in your pussy. I’ll go slow.”
I feel my pussy clench around the dildo, and inadvertently, my ass around Trevor.
“Christ, we starting this already. You have to at least let me get all the way in before you make me come,” Trevor says with a gentle swat to the side of my ass.
I blow out a breath as I nod, doing my best to relax as Trevor slowly pushes inside more and more. There are a couple of points where I don’t think I’ll be able to do it, but Trevor continues praising me through it.
“You’re doing so well. Almost there, baby. Fuck you’re so perfect.”
As soon as he is fully seated in me, something like relief takes over as Trevor smiles down at me.
“I’m so proud of you.”
I pulse at his words, causing his eyes to roll into the back of his head for a moment before he grins again.
“When you’re ready,” he says.
I nod and begin moving the dildo inside me once again. It’s not too much until Trevor starts moving. His movements are slow and gentle, and soon the discomfort falls away because this has got to be the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life.
“Fuck yes, look at you getting all relaxed. Your tight ass is squeezing the fucking life out of me, but you’re fucking that dildo like you want more.”
“No more!” I practically shout before chuckling softly.
“Why’s that?” Trevor rumbles in a low voice.
“Too much. T-too full,” I ramble as my eyes attempt to stay open when waves of pleasure continue to crash into me over and over again.
“Never enough, baby. You could take more if you wanted to but we will save that for another day.”
I’m not sure if it’s excitement or fear that makes my stomach flip in anticipation. Probably a healthy dose of both.
I angle the dildo a little more, trying to rub against my G-spot as Trevor curses.
“Are you okay?” I ask with a slight dip of my eyebrows.
“Fine,” he grits through clenched teeth.
I continue my rhythm, enjoying the sensation the head of the dildo is giving me combined with Trevor when he curses again.
“Are you hurting?” I ask again.
He chokes out a laugh as he shakes his head and looks at me.
“No, baby. I can just feel everything.”
“Everything? What do you mean?”
He presses into me a little deeper as he speaks.
“Every time you angle your dildo like that, I can feel it rub against my cock through you.”
Understanding dawns on me before I give him a wicked smile. I adjust the angle even more, to the point it’s not overly satisfying for me but the look of uncontrolled pleasure that splashes across Trevor’s face makes it worth it.
“Like this?” I ask innocently.
“Yes,” he groans as his eyes close, and his thrusts become jerkier.
“Do you like it?” I ask.
He doesn’t respond as his grip on my hips tightens, so I get his attention by wiggling the dildo side to side, purposefully rubbing against where Trevor’s tip is. His eyes fly open as his mouth parts, and he lets out a breathy gasp.
“Do you like it?” I repeat, kind of loving the power I’m getting from this.
“Yeah,” he strains out.
I smirk at that as I speak.
“Bet you’d love it even more if it was a real cock inside me, rubbing against you.”
Trevor frowns at that.
“Fuck that. No man will ever be graced with the sight of you again, let alone touch you.”
I shrug. “Fine, but I wouldn’t mind sharing you with another man.”
Now Trevor laughs.
“Keep letting that fantasy live in your head, baby, because it’s gonna stay there. Just because I like the feeling of something rubbing my cock while I’m balls deep in my girl’s ass doesn’t mean I want to get fucked in the ass myself.”
I pout at that, the idea of having a threesome with Trevor was actually turning me on. The guy wouldn’t even have to touch me. I’d be happy just to watch. But then he had to go and ruin my fantasy.
He lowers himself down, hovering over me as he continues thrusting in and out of me.
“Aw come on, baby. Don’t pout. I’m sorry I don’t want to fuck other people.”
“Let’s be clear, guys, not girls. If you said you wanted to fuck other girls, you’d wake up to a missing penis, but if you told me you wanted to explore your sexuality, I’m all for it.”
Trevor rumbles out a soft laugh as he runs his nose along the side of my neck.
“You’ll be the first person I come to.”
Excitement runs through me. That wasn’t a hard no.
“Now stop thinking about other cocks and focus on mine and your dildo,” Trev says as he pushes deeper into me.
I let out a gasp that turns into a moan as he continues.
“Play with your pussy. I want to feel you come.”
I reach my free hand down to my clit as I begin rubbing while continuing my motions with my dildo. The violence of this orgasm is going to be unlike anything I’ve experienced before, I can tell just by the build up. My pussy is spasming in hard pulses as I feel it building and building.
“You’re so close. Are you going to fall apart for me? Stuffed so full and needy for a release?”
I nod shakily as my breath begins coming out in spurts. Trevor reaches out and takes my hand away from my clit, pausing for a moment, and it’s as if he has turned all the sound off in the world. Everything freezes at that moment. I don’t even breathe before he rests just the pad of his thumb against me.
“Come.”
As if a detonation has gone off inside our bedroom, I explode. Sound ignites in my ears like a wild roar as pleasure tears through me, wave upon wave demolishing my being as I scream, moan, and shout his name. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, I practically crawl the wall, either to get away from the sensations or make sure they never leave.
I think I heard and felt Trevor come too, but honestly, I practically blacked out so here’s hoping he took care of himself because I honestly don’t have it in me to care about anything right now.
Slowly, I feel the dildo slide out of me before Trevor pulls away too. It hurts for a second before satiated relief hums through every nerve ending in my body. I lay on the bed, a sweaty naked mess, for I don’t know how long before Trevor picks me up, carries me across the room, and slowly lowers us into a warm waiting bubble bath. I nestle my head against his shoulder and close my eyes.
Well, we should definitely do that more often.
Trevor
It’s officially postseason which means it’s fucking go time. We are the number one seed for the NFC, which is a pretty big fucking deal. I guess the Crusaders haven’t been the number one seed since ’98 and haven’t made it to the Super Bowl in the last five years, so everyone is riding a good buzz. Since we are first in our division, we get a bye for wild card weekend. Only a few more games until the Super Bowl.
Honestly, getting another ring isn’t the end all be all for me. I have enough, and it’s not that I don’t take pride in my work or love to win, because it’s a yes to both, but I think everyone is really pushing for this because it is definitely going to be at least two of our star players’ last season. Declan and Seb deserve to go out with another ring.
Speaking of the devil, we just finished up practice when Sebastian comes off of the practice field and into the locker room. I’ve been waiting for the right time to talk to him, the right place, but I finally figured I need to just sack up and have it out with him, and if he punches me in the face, let’s be real, I probably deserved it.
“Hey,” I say as he goes to his locker. “You got a minute?”
He looks at me for a few seconds, long enough to the point that I think he’s going to blow me off before he turns away from the locker, giving me his full attention as he nods. I let out a long breath as I look up at my former best friend and try to cram a decade’s worth of apologies into a handful of words.
“I’m sorry.”
Nailed it.
Sebastian lifts an unimpressed eyebrow but doesn’t speak, so I continue.
“I’m sorry for a lot, too much. I’m sorry for the shit that happened back in college. I’m sorry for how I reacted when I found out you and Erica were together. I’m sorry I manipulated everyone with the fake amnesia.” I pause for a moment, mustering up the words that are the hardest to say out loud.
“And I’m sorry that I couldn’t stop loving your wife. I felt the way I did, and I couldn’t change it at the time, but I could have restrained it better, distanced myself more. I was selfish and fucking terrible. Honestly, I don’t know why you didn’t beat my ass years ago.”
“Wanted to. Erica told me I couldn’t,” Seb says stoically.
I let out a humorless laugh as I nod. Of course she did, always trying to protect me.
“You should have anyway. You had every right. I know I caused you guys problems through the years. Fights you didn’t need to have, tension that should have never existed, and for that, I can honestly never be sorry enough. If I knew there was a man out there that was desperate for Sage, that would do anything to have her I’d…” I pause, flexing my hands at my sides and shaking my head. Can’t even fucking finish that thought. All I can say is Sebastian is a better man than I.
“You really love her, don’t you?” Seb asks, surprise coloring his words.
“Sage?” I ask.
He nods.
I let out a heavy breath as I put my hands on my hips and shake my head. I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face before nodding.
“A lot, man. More than I’ve ever loved anyone.”
“Anyone?” Seb asks with a dubious look.
Erica was my first great love, we were best friends. Things were perfect. But we were young, life was easy for us back then, and therefore, the relationship was easy. Despite how deep our friendship runs, I don’t think the love for each other ever ran as deep. Not as deep as it runs for her and Seb. Not as deep as I feel it in just a touch from Sage. I loved Erica, but then I think I just loved the idea of her. The idea of a life where my parents were proud of me, we had no responsibilities, and I could just be myself around my best friend.
I was too young to understand that I could still have my best friend. We didn’t need to be in love too. And then I just continued fucking things up from there one mistake at a time.
Things with Sage and I are different. I think because we started off so rocky, literally hating each other, it’s already made us stronger than Erica and I ever were or ever could have been together. When I wasn’t around Erica, I missed her like crazy, wanted to be around her. When I’m not with Sage, I can’t fucking breathe. Can hardly think until she’s in my sights again. I loved Erica selfishly, but I love Sage wholly.
“Anyone,” I confirm with a confident nod that has Seb’s dubious look giving way into what looks like awe.
“Fuck, well alright then.”
I frown.
“Alright then?”
“Yeah.” He shrugs.
“That’s it? You don’t have anything to say?”
He shrugs again. “All I wanted you to do was fuck off my wife. I knew you were sorry, you looked like a kicked puppy dog anytime you even glanced in my direction. But being sorry didn’t make up for the fact that had something bad happened to me or Erica, and I didn’t work out, you would have been there in a heartbeat to take my place.”
“I know. I was a piece of shit.”
“For years,” Seb fills in.
I nod and lower my head because what else can I say at this point?
“But Erica really likes Sage, and so do the girls. I don’t see them letting her go anytime soon so, maybe we should all go do something this weekend. Go over to the coast or something?”
“Really?” I ask, surprise evident in my words.
Sebastian shrugs. “Erica has been wanting to go.”
“Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll talk to Sage.”
“Cool,” Seb says as he turns around to resume taking off his gear, like nothing even happened.
I’m surprised by the guy’s nonchalant attitude, but honestly, am I? The man is practically a gargoyle. He doesn’t show any emotions unless one of his girls is around, and that’s the way he likes it.
I’m not naïve enough to think we could ever be as close as we were in college. That bridge is probably permanently burned and rightfully so. But if we can get along, have a drink or two without getting ready to come to blows, I’d say that’s progress.
Sage
“Erica, it’s January in Washington. Why the hell do you want to go to the ocean?” I say as we step outside of the mall downtown and onto the sidewalk.
“I love the water. We can always bundle up, and I just want to get out of the city for the weekend, let the girls run and play, you know?”
“That’s fine but if they run and play, they are going to run and get a cold. It’s cold and raining practically nonstop on the coast. Especially this time of year,” I say, attempting to talk some reason into my naïve friend.
She shrugs. “We will probably spend most of the time in the hotel anyway.”
I blink hard, still trying to understand what the fucking point is of us even going then, but I just shake my head. Trevor said we could go if I wanted or stay home and just relax. Erica wasn’t as easygoing. She demanded that we come with and promised it would be a lot of fun, though I’m failing to see the fun part.
“Why are you even bothering with getting a new swimsuit? You’re not gonna swim,” I say.
“Well, not in the ocean, but the hotel has a pool. Why are you being sour? Just say yes already so we can both stop pretending like you may not come.”
I can’t help but laugh as we cross the street to the parking garage we parked in. Erica hits her trunk button and begins emptying her arms full of bags into the car. I go to poke fun when a loud roar sounds from behind me. I whirl around to see a white van come right up to us, squealing to a stop before the side door is thrown open.
My stomach bottoms out to the floor as two guys tattooed within an inch of their lives hop out.
No. No. No.
“Erica, run!” I scream at the top of my lungs just as one of the guys grabs me.
“Oh my god! Help! HELP!” she squeals, hitting an octave I didn’t know humans were capable of.
I fight against the hold of the guy grabbing me as he attempts to drag me into the van while the other guy pins a thrashing Erica against the car.
“What do I do with this one?” he asks.
“Leave her, he only wants this one,” the guy holding me says.
Just the mention of him sends a chill running down my spine, and my fight mode kicks in. I stomp on his foot as hard as I can, satisfied when I hear a sickening crunch. He lets me go with one of his arms, and it’s just enough to get some space between us. I spin out of his hold before I drive the palm of my hand against his nose, effectively breaking it instantly.
“Fucking bitch!” he roars as blood spews from his face.
I hear the man behind me scream as I turn to see his hand covering Erica’s mouth as she sinks her teeth into his finger. She pushes against his back hard enough for him to let her go before she turns around and kicks him in the balls so hard, I wince for him.
Erica shakily grabs her phone quickly calling for help as Mr. Broken Nose comes at me again. Unfortunately I don’t miss him in time, and I catch a fist to the side of the face that sends my ears ringing. I lose my balance for a second, and he grabs my arm, dragging me halfway into the van.
“Let her go!” Erica screams as a tennis shoe hits the guy in the back of the head.
Really? A shoe Erica? I guess I appreciate the effort, but the girl is out of her depth. The guy holding me lets me go, turning to face Erica as he reaches for a gun at his side. Fear seizes me as I shove him into the side of the van, scrambling out as I run toward Erica and practically tackle her for coverage. We run behind the car as the guy lets out the first shot, causing her to startle as she lets out a cry.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. We have no weapons, no escape route, and no time. Then, like an angel from above, a couple of security guards for the parking garage crest the corner, instantly taking in the scene in front of them. They both simultaneously pull out the guns at their sides before pointing them at Mr. Broken Nose.
“Put the gun down!” one of them shouts.
He turns to face the guys, calculating his odds before he curses, yanking his stumbling friend who is still recovering from that devastating dick kick before yanking him into the open door of the van. It peels out of there in the next minute as the guys run over to us.
“Are you guys okay?” one of them asks quickly.
Erica nods shakily, but I don’t speak because I know what this means. We got lucky today, but next time I might not be able to say the same. And if what they say is true, if he wants me, then I’m as good as gone.
Trevor
We are taking a break during practice when Sebastian’s phone starts ringing. He frowns before digging into his bag and pulling it out. His frown deepens when he looks at the screen before answering.
“Hey, baby, we’re still in practice. What’s—”
The look on his face shifts in a moment, and it’s a look that sends a chill straight down my spine. He goes practically pale white before he’s grabbing his keys and running. I don’t know what’s happened, but Sage and Erica are shopping together, and something heavy settles in my gut, telling me to follow him.
I hear several of the coaches shout out after us, but that doesn’t slow us down in the slightest.
“Trev,” I gasp. “I can’t. Too much.”
“You can take it. Be a good girl and keep that cock in your pussy. I’ll go slow.”
I feel my pussy clench around the dildo, and inadvertently, my ass around Trevor.
“Christ, we starting this already. You have to at least let me get all the way in before you make me come,” Trevor says with a gentle swat to the side of my ass.
I blow out a breath as I nod, doing my best to relax as Trevor slowly pushes inside more and more. There are a couple of points where I don’t think I’ll be able to do it, but Trevor continues praising me through it.
“You’re doing so well. Almost there, baby. Fuck you’re so perfect.”
As soon as he is fully seated in me, something like relief takes over as Trevor smiles down at me.
“I’m so proud of you.”
I pulse at his words, causing his eyes to roll into the back of his head for a moment before he grins again.
“When you’re ready,” he says.
I nod and begin moving the dildo inside me once again. It’s not too much until Trevor starts moving. His movements are slow and gentle, and soon the discomfort falls away because this has got to be the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life.
“Fuck yes, look at you getting all relaxed. Your tight ass is squeezing the fucking life out of me, but you’re fucking that dildo like you want more.”
“No more!” I practically shout before chuckling softly.
“Why’s that?” Trevor rumbles in a low voice.
“Too much. T-too full,” I ramble as my eyes attempt to stay open when waves of pleasure continue to crash into me over and over again.
“Never enough, baby. You could take more if you wanted to but we will save that for another day.”
I’m not sure if it’s excitement or fear that makes my stomach flip in anticipation. Probably a healthy dose of both.
I angle the dildo a little more, trying to rub against my G-spot as Trevor curses.
“Are you okay?” I ask with a slight dip of my eyebrows.
“Fine,” he grits through clenched teeth.
I continue my rhythm, enjoying the sensation the head of the dildo is giving me combined with Trevor when he curses again.
“Are you hurting?” I ask again.
He chokes out a laugh as he shakes his head and looks at me.
“No, baby. I can just feel everything.”
“Everything? What do you mean?”
He presses into me a little deeper as he speaks.
“Every time you angle your dildo like that, I can feel it rub against my cock through you.”
Understanding dawns on me before I give him a wicked smile. I adjust the angle even more, to the point it’s not overly satisfying for me but the look of uncontrolled pleasure that splashes across Trevor’s face makes it worth it.
“Like this?” I ask innocently.
“Yes,” he groans as his eyes close, and his thrusts become jerkier.
“Do you like it?” I ask.
He doesn’t respond as his grip on my hips tightens, so I get his attention by wiggling the dildo side to side, purposefully rubbing against where Trevor’s tip is. His eyes fly open as his mouth parts, and he lets out a breathy gasp.
“Do you like it?” I repeat, kind of loving the power I’m getting from this.
“Yeah,” he strains out.
I smirk at that as I speak.
“Bet you’d love it even more if it was a real cock inside me, rubbing against you.”
Trevor frowns at that.
“Fuck that. No man will ever be graced with the sight of you again, let alone touch you.”
I shrug. “Fine, but I wouldn’t mind sharing you with another man.”
Now Trevor laughs.
“Keep letting that fantasy live in your head, baby, because it’s gonna stay there. Just because I like the feeling of something rubbing my cock while I’m balls deep in my girl’s ass doesn’t mean I want to get fucked in the ass myself.”
I pout at that, the idea of having a threesome with Trevor was actually turning me on. The guy wouldn’t even have to touch me. I’d be happy just to watch. But then he had to go and ruin my fantasy.
He lowers himself down, hovering over me as he continues thrusting in and out of me.
“Aw come on, baby. Don’t pout. I’m sorry I don’t want to fuck other people.”
“Let’s be clear, guys, not girls. If you said you wanted to fuck other girls, you’d wake up to a missing penis, but if you told me you wanted to explore your sexuality, I’m all for it.”
Trevor rumbles out a soft laugh as he runs his nose along the side of my neck.
“You’ll be the first person I come to.”
Excitement runs through me. That wasn’t a hard no.
“Now stop thinking about other cocks and focus on mine and your dildo,” Trev says as he pushes deeper into me.
I let out a gasp that turns into a moan as he continues.
“Play with your pussy. I want to feel you come.”
I reach my free hand down to my clit as I begin rubbing while continuing my motions with my dildo. The violence of this orgasm is going to be unlike anything I’ve experienced before, I can tell just by the build up. My pussy is spasming in hard pulses as I feel it building and building.
“You’re so close. Are you going to fall apart for me? Stuffed so full and needy for a release?”
I nod shakily as my breath begins coming out in spurts. Trevor reaches out and takes my hand away from my clit, pausing for a moment, and it’s as if he has turned all the sound off in the world. Everything freezes at that moment. I don’t even breathe before he rests just the pad of his thumb against me.
“Come.”
As if a detonation has gone off inside our bedroom, I explode. Sound ignites in my ears like a wild roar as pleasure tears through me, wave upon wave demolishing my being as I scream, moan, and shout his name. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, I practically crawl the wall, either to get away from the sensations or make sure they never leave.
I think I heard and felt Trevor come too, but honestly, I practically blacked out so here’s hoping he took care of himself because I honestly don’t have it in me to care about anything right now.
Slowly, I feel the dildo slide out of me before Trevor pulls away too. It hurts for a second before satiated relief hums through every nerve ending in my body. I lay on the bed, a sweaty naked mess, for I don’t know how long before Trevor picks me up, carries me across the room, and slowly lowers us into a warm waiting bubble bath. I nestle my head against his shoulder and close my eyes.
Well, we should definitely do that more often.
Trevor
It’s officially postseason which means it’s fucking go time. We are the number one seed for the NFC, which is a pretty big fucking deal. I guess the Crusaders haven’t been the number one seed since ’98 and haven’t made it to the Super Bowl in the last five years, so everyone is riding a good buzz. Since we are first in our division, we get a bye for wild card weekend. Only a few more games until the Super Bowl.
Honestly, getting another ring isn’t the end all be all for me. I have enough, and it’s not that I don’t take pride in my work or love to win, because it’s a yes to both, but I think everyone is really pushing for this because it is definitely going to be at least two of our star players’ last season. Declan and Seb deserve to go out with another ring.
Speaking of the devil, we just finished up practice when Sebastian comes off of the practice field and into the locker room. I’ve been waiting for the right time to talk to him, the right place, but I finally figured I need to just sack up and have it out with him, and if he punches me in the face, let’s be real, I probably deserved it.
“Hey,” I say as he goes to his locker. “You got a minute?”
He looks at me for a few seconds, long enough to the point that I think he’s going to blow me off before he turns away from the locker, giving me his full attention as he nods. I let out a long breath as I look up at my former best friend and try to cram a decade’s worth of apologies into a handful of words.
“I’m sorry.”
Nailed it.
Sebastian lifts an unimpressed eyebrow but doesn’t speak, so I continue.
“I’m sorry for a lot, too much. I’m sorry for the shit that happened back in college. I’m sorry for how I reacted when I found out you and Erica were together. I’m sorry I manipulated everyone with the fake amnesia.” I pause for a moment, mustering up the words that are the hardest to say out loud.
“And I’m sorry that I couldn’t stop loving your wife. I felt the way I did, and I couldn’t change it at the time, but I could have restrained it better, distanced myself more. I was selfish and fucking terrible. Honestly, I don’t know why you didn’t beat my ass years ago.”
“Wanted to. Erica told me I couldn’t,” Seb says stoically.
I let out a humorless laugh as I nod. Of course she did, always trying to protect me.
“You should have anyway. You had every right. I know I caused you guys problems through the years. Fights you didn’t need to have, tension that should have never existed, and for that, I can honestly never be sorry enough. If I knew there was a man out there that was desperate for Sage, that would do anything to have her I’d…” I pause, flexing my hands at my sides and shaking my head. Can’t even fucking finish that thought. All I can say is Sebastian is a better man than I.
“You really love her, don’t you?” Seb asks, surprise coloring his words.
“Sage?” I ask.
He nods.
I let out a heavy breath as I put my hands on my hips and shake my head. I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face before nodding.
“A lot, man. More than I’ve ever loved anyone.”
“Anyone?” Seb asks with a dubious look.
Erica was my first great love, we were best friends. Things were perfect. But we were young, life was easy for us back then, and therefore, the relationship was easy. Despite how deep our friendship runs, I don’t think the love for each other ever ran as deep. Not as deep as it runs for her and Seb. Not as deep as I feel it in just a touch from Sage. I loved Erica, but then I think I just loved the idea of her. The idea of a life where my parents were proud of me, we had no responsibilities, and I could just be myself around my best friend.
I was too young to understand that I could still have my best friend. We didn’t need to be in love too. And then I just continued fucking things up from there one mistake at a time.
Things with Sage and I are different. I think because we started off so rocky, literally hating each other, it’s already made us stronger than Erica and I ever were or ever could have been together. When I wasn’t around Erica, I missed her like crazy, wanted to be around her. When I’m not with Sage, I can’t fucking breathe. Can hardly think until she’s in my sights again. I loved Erica selfishly, but I love Sage wholly.
“Anyone,” I confirm with a confident nod that has Seb’s dubious look giving way into what looks like awe.
“Fuck, well alright then.”
I frown.
“Alright then?”
“Yeah.” He shrugs.
“That’s it? You don’t have anything to say?”
He shrugs again. “All I wanted you to do was fuck off my wife. I knew you were sorry, you looked like a kicked puppy dog anytime you even glanced in my direction. But being sorry didn’t make up for the fact that had something bad happened to me or Erica, and I didn’t work out, you would have been there in a heartbeat to take my place.”
“I know. I was a piece of shit.”
“For years,” Seb fills in.
I nod and lower my head because what else can I say at this point?
“But Erica really likes Sage, and so do the girls. I don’t see them letting her go anytime soon so, maybe we should all go do something this weekend. Go over to the coast or something?”
“Really?” I ask, surprise evident in my words.
Sebastian shrugs. “Erica has been wanting to go.”
“Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll talk to Sage.”
“Cool,” Seb says as he turns around to resume taking off his gear, like nothing even happened.
I’m surprised by the guy’s nonchalant attitude, but honestly, am I? The man is practically a gargoyle. He doesn’t show any emotions unless one of his girls is around, and that’s the way he likes it.
I’m not naïve enough to think we could ever be as close as we were in college. That bridge is probably permanently burned and rightfully so. But if we can get along, have a drink or two without getting ready to come to blows, I’d say that’s progress.
Sage
“Erica, it’s January in Washington. Why the hell do you want to go to the ocean?” I say as we step outside of the mall downtown and onto the sidewalk.
“I love the water. We can always bundle up, and I just want to get out of the city for the weekend, let the girls run and play, you know?”
“That’s fine but if they run and play, they are going to run and get a cold. It’s cold and raining practically nonstop on the coast. Especially this time of year,” I say, attempting to talk some reason into my naïve friend.
She shrugs. “We will probably spend most of the time in the hotel anyway.”
I blink hard, still trying to understand what the fucking point is of us even going then, but I just shake my head. Trevor said we could go if I wanted or stay home and just relax. Erica wasn’t as easygoing. She demanded that we come with and promised it would be a lot of fun, though I’m failing to see the fun part.
“Why are you even bothering with getting a new swimsuit? You’re not gonna swim,” I say.
“Well, not in the ocean, but the hotel has a pool. Why are you being sour? Just say yes already so we can both stop pretending like you may not come.”
I can’t help but laugh as we cross the street to the parking garage we parked in. Erica hits her trunk button and begins emptying her arms full of bags into the car. I go to poke fun when a loud roar sounds from behind me. I whirl around to see a white van come right up to us, squealing to a stop before the side door is thrown open.
My stomach bottoms out to the floor as two guys tattooed within an inch of their lives hop out.
No. No. No.
“Erica, run!” I scream at the top of my lungs just as one of the guys grabs me.
“Oh my god! Help! HELP!” she squeals, hitting an octave I didn’t know humans were capable of.
I fight against the hold of the guy grabbing me as he attempts to drag me into the van while the other guy pins a thrashing Erica against the car.
“What do I do with this one?” he asks.
“Leave her, he only wants this one,” the guy holding me says.
Just the mention of him sends a chill running down my spine, and my fight mode kicks in. I stomp on his foot as hard as I can, satisfied when I hear a sickening crunch. He lets me go with one of his arms, and it’s just enough to get some space between us. I spin out of his hold before I drive the palm of my hand against his nose, effectively breaking it instantly.
“Fucking bitch!” he roars as blood spews from his face.
I hear the man behind me scream as I turn to see his hand covering Erica’s mouth as she sinks her teeth into his finger. She pushes against his back hard enough for him to let her go before she turns around and kicks him in the balls so hard, I wince for him.
Erica shakily grabs her phone quickly calling for help as Mr. Broken Nose comes at me again. Unfortunately I don’t miss him in time, and I catch a fist to the side of the face that sends my ears ringing. I lose my balance for a second, and he grabs my arm, dragging me halfway into the van.
“Let her go!” Erica screams as a tennis shoe hits the guy in the back of the head.
Really? A shoe Erica? I guess I appreciate the effort, but the girl is out of her depth. The guy holding me lets me go, turning to face Erica as he reaches for a gun at his side. Fear seizes me as I shove him into the side of the van, scrambling out as I run toward Erica and practically tackle her for coverage. We run behind the car as the guy lets out the first shot, causing her to startle as she lets out a cry.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. We have no weapons, no escape route, and no time. Then, like an angel from above, a couple of security guards for the parking garage crest the corner, instantly taking in the scene in front of them. They both simultaneously pull out the guns at their sides before pointing them at Mr. Broken Nose.
“Put the gun down!” one of them shouts.
He turns to face the guys, calculating his odds before he curses, yanking his stumbling friend who is still recovering from that devastating dick kick before yanking him into the open door of the van. It peels out of there in the next minute as the guys run over to us.
“Are you guys okay?” one of them asks quickly.
Erica nods shakily, but I don’t speak because I know what this means. We got lucky today, but next time I might not be able to say the same. And if what they say is true, if he wants me, then I’m as good as gone.
Trevor
We are taking a break during practice when Sebastian’s phone starts ringing. He frowns before digging into his bag and pulling it out. His frown deepens when he looks at the screen before answering.
“Hey, baby, we’re still in practice. What’s—”
The look on his face shifts in a moment, and it’s a look that sends a chill straight down my spine. He goes practically pale white before he’s grabbing his keys and running. I don’t know what’s happened, but Sage and Erica are shopping together, and something heavy settles in my gut, telling me to follow him.
I hear several of the coaches shout out after us, but that doesn’t slow us down in the slightest.
