SCORE (A Stepbrother Sports Romance)(29)

“Blake!” I called out, still following him.

Luckily, none of the other players saw me, and I found Blake near his locker, sliding off his equipment. He looked up at me and said, “What do you want?”

I was angry and yelled, “You!” He looked bewildered, and I cried desperately, “I want you! Okay, it sucks. You were so angry with me for disregarding you, for excluding you, and for making you feel like you don’t matter.” Tears welled up as I spoke, my heart aching as I talked. “Well, now you’re doing it to me, and I hate it. It’s not fair. I want you in my life, Blake. I need you.”

Blake considered my speech, watching me. He stood up and wrapped his arms around me. “I’m so sorry, Alyssa. I never intended to hurt you. I thought this was what you wanted.”

I cried into his chest, relieved to have his arms around me. I shook my head and said, “I just want to forget everything. I want you back, Blake. I thought that we would be able to just magically be like siblings, but I will never be able to act like that around you. This love we have is too intense, too real. I want to be with you. I want us to be happy.” I finished my rant, my chest heaving and my heart racing.

Blake just stared at me for a moment. He rubbed my back soothingly. “Is that really what you want?” he asked me, his green eyes staring intently into mine.

I nodded. “I love you so much it hurts.”

“I love you, too,” he said, picking me up into the air as he kissed me with unbridled passion.

I kissed him with all I had, so relieved to finally feel his lips on mine again. I never wanted to know the feeling of not having his mouth on mine. His mouth was just as hungry and desperate as mine, foraging my lips and tongue. I inhaled shaky breaths as he slid my sweater off my body, rubbing his hands along my bare arms. I wanted more, so I pulled up the edge of his shirt, feeling his hard stomach muscles. He pushed me against the locker and continued to kiss me while his hands reached into my dress, massaging my chest.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he said through kisses and moans.

“Me, too.” I wrapped my legs around his torso as he kissed my neck. I bucked my hips against his, my body desperate for his.

He backed away to slide off my underwear. His hands were rough as he raked them down my thighs. “I want to taste every part of you I missed,” he growled, kissing my inner thigh.

I leaned against the lockers as he kissed my thigh and pressed his tongue to my sweet spot, making hot breaths heave within my chest. I fisted my hand in his silky hair, pressing him into my warm skin.

He continued kissing my stomach and stood. Looking at me with intense eyes, he said, “I want you right here and right now.”

“We might get caught,” I said, wanting him desperately but terrified someone might spot us. Blake sat down on the bench in front of his locker. Silence was all around us, so when he took my hand and pulled me onto his lap, I straddled him, pressing a hot, passionate kiss onto his lips.

“I want you, too,” I whispered and slid his pants down enough so I could grab his cock in my hands. He was so hard, I flushed and my loins lit on fire. I lifted my hips and guided him inside me, letting out a relieved sigh as I felt him thrust deep. I bounced up and down as fast as I could.

I rode him hard and fast as we kissed, making up for every second we had spent apart with our lips. Blake pressed his hands against my hips, helping me move faster and faster. Small moans escaped from my throat, which was hot and dry.

“Shh,” Blake hushed into my ear. He reached up, clamping his hand over my mouth as I grabbed tightly onto him. Our bodies were pressed together, and I clung to him desperately as I came.

I slid off him and curled against his side. I kissed him softly and said, “I missed being with you.”

“Alyssa, you know we have to tell our parents,” he murmured softly.

I sighed. “Why do you have to ruin such a nice moment?”

“Because it’s the truth, and you know it,” he said, more strength in his voice. I pouted for a second, then nodded my head even though the prospect of telling our parents terrified me.

After putting my things back on, I slipped out of the locker room while Blake showered and dressed. I had told him about my promise to meet our parents at the restaurant for a celebratory dinner, so he hurried out of the locker room. I drove to the restaurant, and after parking, I jumped out of the car, pulling Blake to the side.

“Are you sure we should tell them?” I asked, unsure. What we had was so fragile and precious, and I didn’t think I could handle losing Blake again.

“I really want to be with you. I think telling them is the right thing,” he told me again reassuringly, kissing my forehead lightly and pulling me into the restaurant. “No matter what happens, we do this together.”

“Together,” I whispered, squeezing his hand, feeling foolish for doubting him in the first place.

We let go of each other’s hands before entering the restaurant, but I found comfort in knowing that I wouldn’t have to go as long without his touch this time. With a brave sigh, I sat at the table.

“Great job tonight, honey,” said Debbie, beaming at her son.

“Great game,” my father added with a smile.

“Thanks.” Blake smiled at them.

We waited a while into dinner before telling them, taking time to consider what we would say. I finally let out a shaky breath and took a big gulp of cold water. “Blake and I have some news,” I announced. My body was shaking with nervousness. Blake reached under the table, placing his hand gently and soothingly on my thigh.