Offside: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (45 page)

“Whatever. You don’t deserve me anyway. I’m far too good for you.”

“Is that right?”

I watch her move about the living room gracefully, each carefully placed footstep an act of contrived perfection.

“I’m much prettier than the girls you normally end up with. I’m obviously more intelligent. I’m much more stable too.”

“You’re unavailable.”

“Your words, not mine.”

Tilly has created a distance between us, as though the weight of the conversation we appear to be having needs a large space to expand into.

“I thought a moment ago you didn’t want me.”

Tilly smiles.

“I don’t.”

“So?”

“Hypothetically speaking.”

“If you did?”

“If I did.”

“You’re unavailable.”

“And you don’t date.”

“See? We are completely incompatible. Even if you could admit that you want me.”

“I’ve known you for four days.”

“Do you always sleep with people after such a short amount of time?”

“I’m not like you, Landon.”

“No, of course, you wait to get to know someone first.”

“I wait to get to know their name at least.”

“How long have you known that you wanted to date me?”

Tilly takes a moment to compose herself before she answers. I think she’s struggling not to laugh.

“That would never work.”

“Because I’m your stepbrother?”

“Because you’re an asshole.”

“That hurts my feelings.”

“I think you’re big enough to get over it.”

“You sound like you know me better than you think.”

She’s doing that lip biting thing again that drives me crazy.

“It’s just so obvious, it’s kind of hard to miss.”

“I don’t hear too many people complaining about it.”

“That surprises me, considering how many people are aware of it.”

“You make me sound like I’m in a different bed every day of the week.”

“I read the papers.”

“I told you, the papers lie.”

“So you’re a one woman man now?”

“I just take every day as it comes.”

Tilly has her hands out to the side like a dancer about to perform a pirouette, while instead she places one foot carefully in front of the other, and begins to close the distance between us again.

“How can you ever plan anything if you’re looking at the future so closely?”

Bang, the perfect moment to look up and lock eyes with me.

“Because I trust myself to make the right decision.”

“Landon Maddox making the right decision? When has that ever happened before?”

She’s close enough to touch, and I desperately want to reach around her waist and pull her down into my lap. I don’t even need to look at it to know I’m hard. She’s teasing me and it’s working. For a brief moment, I think she’s actually going to fall forwards into me, before she spins to face the other way and begins retracing her steps.

“There’s a first time for everything.”

“What would the papers say about that?”

“They might print something you’d enjoy reading for once.”

“I enjoy reading it all.”

“See? I knew you were my biggest fan.”

At the far wall she spins again to face me. I think she’s going to begin to walk towards me again, but she doesn’t, she leans against the wall instead, one leg bent and her foot propped up against it, her palms flat out to cushion her ass.

“Know thy enemy.”

“Why is it that you hate me again? Or is it just that you can’t admit to liking me and you actually hate that about yourself?”

She takes a moment to gaze languidly out of the window and in that moment I wonder if she’s as turned on as I am. There is a buzz of sexual tension in this room so thick I’d have trouble cutting through it with a chainsaw.

“I don’t know you well enough to answer that.”

“Do you know yourself well enough to know which question needs answering?”

That gets me a smile. If I was playing this game, which I’m not by the way, that would be the smile that would usually make me go over. I let the moment hang. I let her know she’s not going to get what she wants. Yeah, I don’t get what I want right now, but when I do, she’s going to be all over me.

“Sure, I know what I want.”

“Then I guess you just need to get to know me better.”

“In three days?”

“Don’t forget about family gatherings.”

“Of course. The ones that you are never able to make it to.”

“That might be different now.”

“I wouldn’t count on it.”

“Then you really don’t know me.”

“I know you like to play, and I know you don’t like to lose. You might be backing the wrong horse.”

“Maybe I’m backing the right horse, but the game is rigged.”

Tilly pushes herself playfully off the wall, before allowing herself to bounce back onto it.

“Then we have to change the game.”

“That’s easier said than done.”

“Depends how much you want to win.”

Again she bounces herself off the wall before allowing herself to fall back onto it.

“Or how much you like to play.”

“What’s the point in playing if you don’t do it to win?”

“Maybe I’m risk averse.”

“Then I guess you are backing the wrong horse.”

“How am I ever going to know?”

“Maybe you won’t until the game is over.”

“I still get to play it though, right?”

“As long as you play to win.”

“And what if I play to win, but I end up losing?”

“Then you’ll have to deal with the consequences.”

“I’m not used to losing.”

“Then you’ll know exactly what to do to win.”

Now she begins her slow walk towards me. One step at a time, her eyes holding mine, her movement confident and sexy. I find myself hypnotized to watch her, frozen here in a state of arousal, ready for her to fold herself into me. She stops, two steps in front of me and leans forward so she’s at my eye line. She’s close enough to kiss, and I have to fight against the urge not to do it. I need to hold on, just that little bit longer, no matter what my dick is saying.

“Because I don’t like losing either.”

“Then I guess we’d make a good team.”

Close enough to pull her into me. Close enough to run my tongue over her lower lip and bite it where she likes it to be bitten. Close enough to fuck her if she let me.

“If I were available.”

“And I dated.”

“Shame.”

“Shame.”

Sexual tension so thick I’d struggle to break through it with a mallet. I don’t think I’d even be able to drill through it with the kind of drill they bore tunnels out of rock with. Rock as hard as my swollen cock.

“I guess there is nothing we can do then.”

“I guess not.”

“Shame.”

“Shame.”

Hold on, just that little bit longer. She’s going to break, I can see it in her eyes. She’s going to fold, right into me, begging me to take her. She’s going to smile, stand up straight again, bite her lip and skip away? That’s not in the game plan.

“Tilly?”

“I’m going to lie down outside under the sun for a while, I suddenly feel a little bit light headed.”

I can’t help but smile in awe of this girl. She’s stronger than I thought. More cocky, more confident.

“You don’t mind, do you?”

“No, of course not. You-. Go right ahead.”

Leave me here with a raging boner.

“Great.”

At the french windows, she turns.

“Landon?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t mind if you want to join me outside. You can sit in the jacuzzi if you want, I know you’re big enough to handle it. I’ve heard the views are literally breathtaking.”

And then with a sassy smile, she’s away, and I’m left with my dick in my hand, wondering what the fuck just happened.

Five minutes. I give her five minutes before she gets bored and comes back inside. I can see her trapped by the glass, alright, half of her, her legs at least, her dress pulled up to expose them to the sun, or to me, whichever, I know she knows I’ll be watching.

Five minutes. She practically ordered me to come outside, get naked and jump in the jacuzzi, but I’m not going to let her take control like that, if she wants me, she can ask me for it. I’m not some kind of performing monkey with a huge dong that people travel two hundred miles to see sit in his enclosure rubbing his dick, I’m better than that, and I know Tilly’s just playing hard to get because she can’t cope with me knowing how crazy she is about me.

Five minutes. I count them tick past. I count another ten go with them, and still Tilly hasn’t moved to come back inside. She’s mocking me. We don’t know how long we’ve got to enjoy this time alone, and she’s sat outside wasting it. I know all I need to do is go outside, rip my shorts off and sit in the tub, but that’s exactly what she wants me to do, and if I play her game, we both know she’ll have won.

At least I’ll get laid though, I suppose there is that. Unless Tilly’s bluffing me, but based on the way she was moaning earlier, the way she was sassing me just now, I don’t reckon that’s even an outside chance.

I bet she’s sat there hoping I take the bait, regretting playing the hand that way in the first place, dreading me refusing altogether. If she didn’t take the whole thing so seriously, we could be fucking again right now. Once is not going to keep me sated, and the longer we leave it until we do it again, the harder it’s going to be to be able to resist. But no, Tilly has to know that I’m not just fooling around, that I’m playing the game to win, whatever the hell that means. What’s wrong with just fooling around and having a bit of fun? We’re both adults, right? We’re obviously attracted to each other, and even though Dad and Rachel are married, it’s not like Tilly and I are related. What’s she worried about? That I’m going to love her and leave her like every single girl I’ve ever been with she reads about in the paper? Or is she worried I’ll break her heart, which might even be out of the realm of my capabilities in three days?

I know girls go crazy around me, but it usually takes a little bit longer to fall in love. And anyway, I’m not the fuck them and leave them kind of guy the world thinks I am. Yeah, a relationship with my stepsister may be a little more challenging for people with a low IQ to understand, but that in itself wouldn’t be a reason for me not to do it. That’s so far down the line I’m not even thinking about it anyway, even if Tilly might be.

I bet if we did go down that road though, after the initial knee jerk reaction of people thinking we were doing something immoral, wrong or outright illegal, people would just get on with it and understand it’s a relationship like any other. Coach would probably prefer it too. At least Tilly’s wholesome. Much more wholesome than the girls I usually bring home. The weird one would be convincing our parents, although they’re both fairly liberal people they probably wouldn’t care either.

I don’t even know why I’m thinking about the possibility of a relationship anyway, because we barely know each other yet. The more time I spend with her, the more I like her, but it’s been a weird few days anyway and I might not be thinking all that clearly.

Yes she’s funny, sassy, intelligent, creative, independent, and sexy in a way that she doesn’t realize, she’s fantastic in bed and makes my dick hard just by standing next to me, but I bet she’s got just as many negatives too. I just haven’t been around her long enough to find out.

Thirty minutes and she still hasn’t come back in. This is ridiculous. She better not have fallen asleep out there. The more time that passes the more difficult it gets to resist, and my dick is still refusing to go down. I should be sleeping. Maybe I ought to do that instead. That’ll show her. Refuse her invite, lie down on my bed with her mattress underneath it and wait for her to wake me up with a little massage or mouth play. See how she likes coming in to beg.

I’d do it if I thought it would work, but I’m past the point of sleeping now anyway and my mind is on something else entirely.

I know what I should do. I should go out there just like she wants me to, but instead of sticking around and sitting in the jacuzzi and waving my dick in the air, hoping she’ll take a bite, I should walk straight past her, my top off just to give her an idea of what she’s missing out on, and go to the end of the garden and toss the football around.

When I’ve got myself all sweaty and put on a bit of a performance, I should sit in the jacuzzi like she says, and then tell her she can’t join me when she blatantly wants to. Tell her she has to beg, her panties round her ankles pushing herself back onto my tongue so I can taste whether she’s ready to get in alongside me. That’ll show her I’m not prepared to play her game. That’s bound to work.

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Thirty five minutes passes before Landon joins me on the decking. I’ve been waiting for him, although I didn’t expect him to take this long. I’m a little relieved he’s decided to come out at all, because there was a moment when I thought he’d given up on me completely. I know I’m taking a risk in playing this the way I am, but I’m not stupid, and nor am I prepared to let Landon treat me that way. I know half of the stories I read about him will be exaggerated, but I know what I’m like too. I’ve had my heart broken once, and if I’m going to let myself go again, I have to make damn sure that Landon isn’t going to disappear on me as soon as he’s got what he wants. Even if that means risking holding out on him, or not having sex with him again at all. If it’s going to end at all, I’d much rather it end now, before I’m in too deep. Alright, we’ve only known each other for three days, but I’ve known about him for a lot longer than that. If one of us is taking a risk here, it’s clearly me. This is serious for me, fun obviously, but not throwaway, and I have to make sure he understands that. If he wants me, he has to show he’s willing to commit to me, whatever that means in the context of what is possible for us. What it means for me is that if we are going to fuck each other again, we have to be aware that we are entering into the possibility of some kind of deeper or stronger connection and we have to be conscious of the consequences of that. People fuck each other all the time and it means nothing, but when Landon fucked me just now, I felt the world move, and I knew I would. I don’t want that to mean nothing. I didn’t come here looking for a relationship, and I’m not even sure I want one with Landon, but I want to know that the possibility exists if we continue doing what we’re doing.