Bush League: New Adult Sports Romance (23 page)

Allie

After Finn had exasperated me so, I knew continuing to write would be impossible. A simple nap was in order to try and clear my head. The ease at which I fell asleep was surprising considering how annoyed and angry I had been. My slumber was peaceful and pleasant until it was interrupted by the sensation that I wasn't alone in the room. I had to remember that I wasn't alone in my studio apartment, I was in the farmhouse where privacy wasn't something to expect. With eyes still closed I rolled over, assuming Dakota would get the hint and either go somewhere else or go to bed herself. When she didn't, I let my eyes open a tiny bit to see what she was up to. My heart began to race once I saw that the intern wasn't sitting at my desk, it was
him
.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" I asked with the appropriate amount of anger. He was sitting at my desk, rudely going through the laptop I had placed there, as though he had every right to do so. This guy just didn't quit.

"Well now I know what you really think of me," he said as though he had the right to be hurt or offended. My blankets were pressed to my chest as I tried to fathom the audacity he showed in going through my stuff as I slept. There was just no way I could fathom someone acting the way he did. Even so, I cursed myself silently when I couldn't help but notice that I still found him impossibly hot. Something about the hurt in his voice was true and it made him vulnerable, something I thought that I had wanted.

"It's just a first draft," I explained. He didn't wait for more of an explanation, instead coming over to the bed again.

"A walking cliche...," Finn's eyebrow raised as he inches towards me on his knees. "A poor-man's Captain Jack..."

There was no way around it, he was going to see what I wrote sooner or later. Still though, it was hard to own up to the venom; the final version would be much less raw and he should never have seen the words that flowed from my brain without the benefit of editing.

Without even doing so consciously, or maybe even as a sort of apology, my legs slowly kicked the blankets off of my body, bringing us just a little bit closer. There wasn't much of a barrier between us and I found him hovering over me again, Finn's sweet breath dancing with my own in the small space between us. My legs opened slightly and he took the cue, positioning his body between my thighs,  pressing himself against me, dismaying me because of how badly I didn't want it to stop. As the smile and charm I had alternated between melting for and hating returned, Finn lowered his face even closer to mine, stunted breath from my lips bouncing off of him in record time. Our bodies became in sync, my chest rising and lowering with the tempo of his own breath.

"Preservative laden slop-sandwich ...really?"

He had managed to embarrass me and I was angry when I realized that I wanted to apologize. He didn't appear to be waiting for such, instead pressing himself and his hard bulge firmly against my lower half as he brushed my hair off of my forehead. I squeezed my thighs tight against his body, betraying every promise I had made to myself. The lust pulsating inside of me demanded to be satisfied, whether my brain agreed or not.

"Can't wait to read the rest," Finn said out the corner of his mouth with the devil in his eyes. Just as quickly as he had arrived up against me, he had removed himself, pulling back and leaving me alone, damp and heaving on the bed. I was too incensed to even say anything, words were proving impossible. Finn enjoyed my flustered state and rage grew inside of me after he winked, just before leaving. There was no way I could keep letting him work me up like this.

*****

Finn

I was not even two steps outside of Allie's room when I heard Vida clear her throat impatiently. She had been waiting for me and wasn't going to let me escape again.

"Dude..." she nagged in a way she had appeared to grow fond of, "we gotta get something done."

My feet dragged to where she was sitting, looking back at Allie's door to see if she'd magically appear to save me but no, I had to face this on my own.

"I gotta..."

"Finn!" Vida's patience was spread way too thin. Though I knew my reluctance to do work could possibly reflect poorly on her, my thoughts and heart were elsewhere. This wasn't how I did things.

Vida handed me a notebook and pen, clearly hoping I would immediately start writing the next big hit. Truth was the words weren't coming to me, it was like I was blocked. My hired co-writer didn't need to know that.

"Let's start with some general ideas," she offered, "something to help us get off the ground. Love...from your first album it sounds like you've been there. Let's talk about it."

For the first time I looked her right in the eyes to assure her that this low-rent psychological fishing wasn't going to be as easy as she thought. I just shrugged my shoulders, raised my open, empty hands in the air while sliding down further in the chair. Vida felt she was on to something and moved herself closer to me.

"You have felt
love
before, right?"

Her head cocked as she stared me deep into my soul, trying her best to pull out what I wasn't willing to give her. She didn't know that since I had felt love before, I never wanted to feel it again. What's the point? It all ends in shit anyway, with everyone hurt. I couldn't put myself through that again, even if the only person I had ever loved was right down the damned hallway.

"No."

My eyes refused to make contact with Vida as she hemmed and hawed about how I should try to open up, to let myself let people in.

At night when my eyes would close, I'd try, really try to let new songs come to me but instead I would only think about the fuzzy happiness and warmth I felt in that hotel room with Allie. What was the point in ever trying to recapture that feeling? It happened and was now over and wouldn't ever happen again.

The sound of Allie's door opening snapped me right back to reality. As Vida droned on about something or other, my heart raced as I watched the pretty girl, now dressed and made up, walk right towards us. For all of my tough talk, the moment I saw her again I was reduced to a bunch of nerves. I watched her coming right for me and then pass right by without a word or even a glance. She was off to find Dakota and left me with the frustrated Vida, trying desperately to get words to paper.

"Maybe you'll just have to fake it, I don't know what to tell you," Vida fumed.

She was unaware but had just handed me the sentence for the rest of my life. When I noticed that Allie hadn't left yet, that she was lingering and trying to listen to what we were up to, I used that to my advantage.

“Kind of warm in here, no?” I asked a confused Vida. When I motioned that she might be more comfortable if she took off her pink hoodie, she agreed and slowly zipped the zipper down. Maybe she forgot that she only had a tight, tight tank top on underneath but whatever the case, her two large, barely covered melons were soon out. I heard Allie audibly scoff, letting me know I had her where I wanted her. It took Vida a few moments to realize how exposed she had let herself become, crossing her arms across her chest and glaring at me as she waited for new lyrics to flow out of me.

Since it was obvious that Allie was still keeping close tabs on what we were doing on the couch, I couldn't resist having a little fun. Vida had moved on past my leering and let her guard down just enough for me to have an in. I started stretching my arms and back, moving my shoulders back and forth. Vida looked on curiously, trying to figure out what I was doing.

“There it is,” I said after relaxing my shoulders. “My little trick. If I can't press my shoulder blades together, I know I'll have to get to the gym asap.”

It was fun to watch the wheels turning in my co-songwriter's head as she tried to process what I had told her. The power of suggestion had her stretching, trying to press her own shoulder blades together. Her thin tank top struggled to contain her two gorgeous, full breasts as she pushed them forward. Allie figured out what was going on and huffed loudly as I struggled to contain my own glee. Vida took a bit to pick up on it, letting her large breasts protrude almost right up in my face. Once Allie stormed out of the house, Vida put two and two together. With one hand she pulled her hoodie over those glorious tits while her leg shot up and pushed me further back into my seat.

“You're such an asshole!” Vida chastised me as I watched the door for Allie to return.

“I know,” I assured Vida.

*****

Allie

Needing to get out of that house and away from him, I suggested to Dakota that we go for a drive to go over ideas for my piece. She happily agreed, eager to have a chance for some input with the article. Without a destination or a plan really, we drove off in search of inspiration away from the anger that leaked over my last draft. Dakota flashed her phone and plugged it right into the car, without even waiting for my approval.

"I brought this for us to listen to. Finn let me record him playing."

Dakota reached for the volume knob and was so bold as to turn it up as though volume would make everything all better. It was clear she hadn't studied audio engineering, the static noise from the air in the room was almost as loud as the first few chords that he started to strum. Since I had heard SharkFin's music back and forth, I was waiting for something familiar to start to play. A few bars in and it was clear I was hearing something new.

"He said this is something he's working on -"

"Shhhh," my reprimand was fast, unwilling to miss any of this exclusive.

Gator's got teeth and she knows how to bite

What I wouldn't give, for just one more night...

I had to pull over the car to concentrate on the song. There were only the beginnings of a verse and a chorus but enough to leave me breathless. Dakota was kind enough to keep quiet as I took her phone and started the song again and then once more. Instead of being gleeful - one of the most popular musicians in the world was clearly singing a song about me - I felt a rush of emotions I didn't understand. Embarrassed, angry, sad. It was a challenge to contain it all in front of the intern.

"Are you...ok?" Dakota asked while gesturing to her face, clearly alerting me to the fact that mine had grown red. She didn't need to inform me, I could feel the warmth above my neck, like a pressure cooker needing a release. Turning the wheel sharply, I hit the gas to get us back to where we had come from.

"Email me that song, I've got some writing to do."

*****

Finn

Vida and I hadn't made much progress when Allie came storming through the door, Dakota close behind. Vida did her best to keep my attention but I just lazily strummed my acoustic guitar as I watched Allie go off to her room. Even angry I found her impossibly cute, her button nose wrinkled as she did all she could to avoid my gaze. The door slammed and Dakota hung on the perimeter of this song-writing pow-wow, mystified though clearly there wasn't any magic happening.

“Finn...we've got one song that's only halfway done and a few ideas we need to flesh out. This has to get done, man.” Vida's nagging was getting stronger as she felt the pressure of the clock ticking. We did have one song, a song I wrote in a fit one night, and as far as I was concerned it was very close to being finished. I had played it for Dakota (who recorded it with her phone) and she was blown away. To further convince my co-songwriter, I started to strum it again, humming along lightly so she could write down any lyrics that popped into her head.

My hands maneuvered up and down the guitar with ease, since this song and its melody had come to me, it refused to leave. My brain couldn't shake it. Looking over at Dakota and Vida, they were transfixed as well, there was something to this song that captured everyone that heard it.

I'm gonna tear down the walls around your heart

Don't look back now baby

I was here from the start

A chance glance down the hallway and I found that someone else had been called by this particular tune; Allie was standing outside of her door, trying her best not to be spotted. I continued to play and sing, locking eyes with her, giving my words even more meaning. An intense connection formed from opposite sides of the house, burning between us. It was the closest I had felt to her, to anyone for that matter, in a long time.

Dakota ruined the moment by deciding she should pipe in.

“I don't know Vida, the song sounds perfect as it is. It's just...amazing.”

I had wowed the intern and was thankful for that, even if she had committed a rookie move in chiming in when her opinion wasn't asked for. Vida kept her annoyance in check even though she had plenty of reasons to rip Dakota's head right off. The break in the song woke Allie from reality; as Vida and Dakota had a terse back and forth, Allie slunk back into her room and closed the door.

“Why don't you two run off to get dinner while I write down these chord changes?” I suggested to them.

For once Vida was agreeable, after making me promise we'd get more done in the next 24 hours. I assured her we would even if I wasn't entirely convinced that would be possible. The two soon found their way out the door leaving me alone with the one person I loved, the one person who hated me.

Writing songs was easy, at least compared to figuring out what to say when I was done singing. I didn't know what to say to Allie or how to get us off this bickering routine we had developed.  All I knew was that I wanted to be near her, to feel her warmth against me, inside of my arms. Standing outside of her door, I raised my hand to knock several times but had to keep lowering it when I felt my tongue tying itself in knots. It took a few moments to realize that she was playing music. Very faintly I heard a familiar song coming from her room.

I'm gonna tear down the walls around your heart

Don't look back now baby

I was here from the start

She was listening to my song. I stood completely still and heard her start it over a few times, playing the clip all the way through as though she couldn't get enough. My hand acted on its own accord and knocked gently on her door. The music suddenly stopped and Allie was soon in the opening of the flung open door, looking beyond irritated to find that it was me who had knocked.

“What?!” she spat, again looking everywhere but at my face. Her arms crossed over her large chest, her brow furrowed and I'm certain she had no idea how achingly gorgeous I found her even then.

“What'cha listening to?” I asked in a way I regretted because of how smarmy I knew I sounded. I saw a bright shade of red start to creep over her face until it was all covered, unable to hide her embarrassment.

“I got a track early and have to review it. It's ok, not really something I'm into.”

“Is that why you keep listening to it over and over again?”

She had no response, she had been caught red-handed. Allie bowed her head and moved aside, as if to invite me in.

“Let's get this interview over with,” she sheepishly muttered but it was enough for me to vault through her door enthusiastically. Once she established that I was to sit far away from her, I readied for the inquisition.

Allie fumbled through sheets of paper and was completely flustered, unsure of how to proceed. I went straight for the elephant in the room. Her phone was still attached to the speakers and while looking right at her, my finger found the play button to resume the song.

She knows what she wants

but she's too scared to go get it

I'm right here baby,

I won't leave you again

As I watched Allie get wrapped up in the my words coming through her speakers, I moved closer to her until I was sitting alongside her on the bed. Going for broke, I brushed some hair off of her forehead as she continued to look away, intent on listening to the song all the way through again.

“I could get the guitar and play it for you. Just for you,” I offered in a whisper.

“What's it about Finn. The words, who are they about?”

This was the first time she had actually looked at me, her eyes pleading for what her heart wanted but she knew better than to go after.

“It's about the one time I felt something deep. I guess you can call it love. It's about the only time my heart felt connected to someone else.”

Allie had turned her body towards mine, opening up to me as I moved myself even closer. Our faces started to drift towards each other, as if on their own, destined to meet again at the lips. My hands rested on her thighs as I wished to feel more of her.

“Do you not...feel it anymore?”

Her eyes couldn't have gotten any bigger and more eager, wanting an answer I knew I couldn't give.

“It's...complicated.”

My words were like a gush of cold air blown into her face. I felt her pull back considerably so I moved in closer to compensate, not wanting or willing to lose the moment, the connection.

“I wrote this song so I could always have her with me,” I told her and it was clear she had a hard time telling when I was being honest and when I wasn't. She remained skeptical of almost everything I said.

“I'll forever regret losing...her but I'm not willing to forget,” I said trying to get even closer to her. Allie backed away, overwhelmed by the emotions swelling inside of her. She sprinted over to her desk and stood there with her back turned to me, my song still playing on repeat. Arriving right behind Allie, I was a little less forward, this time slowly pressing myself into her body, my hands on her shoulders as my mouth danced dangerously close to the nape of her neck.

“It's not gone,” I told her as my hips thrust into her soft rear. “I still feel it.”

The rigidness of Allie's body started to loosen, her falling into me, letting me take control. My hands moved down her arms and landed on her wrists, holding us steady against her desk. I moved her hair off of her ear and gently pulled her further into my body. “Do you still feel it?” I whispered as my lower half started to merge with hers.

“Finn...I...” Her words stopped almost as abruptly as they had started. Allie's hands instead reached behind her and found my body, pulling me closer into her. She grasped at me with desperation, as if holding on to me would keep me from ever leaving.

“Allie, I feel it too,” I told her while sliding my hands up her front and taking hold of her large breasts. My face nuzzled her bare neck as she let out a soft moan, immediately pursing her lips in an attempt to stifle any noise. We swayed back and forth together, our hips finding a perfect rhythm. When my hands slid a little lower and caressed her soft inner thighs, Allie was unable to prevent another gasp from escaping.

“Finn...” she moaned as my hands gingerly toyed with the fringes of the waistband of her pants. She took in a sharp breath as I dipped my flattened fingers inside of her pants, caressing the lower half of her stomach before moving in rhythm to the wanting mound down between her legs.

“Oh Finn,” she purred as one of my digits danced over her wet folds, toying with her as we continued to move, her generous bottom pressed firmly against my cock which her hand was grasping for.

“Finn,” came out like an urgent whisper once the tip of my finger breached the entrance of her femininity. Allie brought a hand up behind my head and pulled me in even closer as her other pushed my finger in deeper, all while we rocked together.

Without warning Allie whipped herself around, opened her legs and pulled me in, planting her lips on me before I even knew what was going on. The swollen bulge hidden in my jeans pressed against her mound as we continued to rock in a frenzy. My hands flew all over, unable to find satisfaction only wanting as much of her as I could have, as much as I could feel.

“Hello?! Where are they?” Dakota's voice suddenly called out. Allie pushed me off of her quickly, putting a distance between us in record time. She straightened her hair and clothes urgently and positioned herself far, far away from me. Her eyes directed me to a nearby chair, insisting I act casual lest anybody figure out what had been happening in here only moments earlier. I obeyed though I didn't care who knew. As Allie carefully watched the door, I knew this tryst was over, at least for the moment.

“Hey,” I tried to get her attention with a charming smile. “Hey!” I had to repeat when she didn't immediately look my way. She looked at me like I was crazy, begging me to shut up. That wasn't gonna happen.

“We're doing a secret show tonight. Will you come?”

It was hard to tell if she was just agreeing with me to shut me up but Allie did say she'd be there. There would be a large crowd for sure but the only one I wanted to be there was her.

“Promise?” I asked before leaving her room and she just rolled her eyes. That was good enough for me.

*****