SCORE (A Stepbrother Sports Romance)(88)
As these thoughts ran through my mind, though, he swore, thrust harder, and I could feel him shooting his cum inside me. No way! The stupid, useless motherfucker! I couldn’t move. I heard him sit back, panting and doing up his belt, muttering about how good that felt, but I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I felt one roll down my cheek and drip off my chin as the first drop of his semen fell from my pussy onto the couch.
“Would you get me some napkins or a toilet roll, please?” I managed to say to him with an even voice. He jumped up and sprinted to find it, and I sat down. I started sobbing. What was I thinking? Did I hate myself? Why was I fucking Derek when I just wanted to be with James?
Derek returned and immediately knelt beside me. “What’s the matter?” he asked, his voice riddled with guilt. “Did I hurt you?”
My weeping suddenly became a snort of laughter. Bless him. “No, I’m sorry.” I smiled weakly. “It wasn’t you.” I tried to figure out how to tell him I just fucked him wishing he was someone else without hurting his feelings. I gave up. “I just think I’m not going to be fair to you. I’ve treated you like shit the past couple of weeks and you’ve been so good to me. I think I need a few days to see if I’m going to be able to stop being mean to you.”
“Take all the time you need,” he said. “I’ll be waiting.”
A few more pleasantries and reassurances from me and he left, ego intact and head held high. I couldn’t be mad at him. I’d tried to use him, and it had backfired on me. I felt like this meant I had to find James and at least see if we might work out. If he’d have me.
I’d catch him in the morning, I decided. I really didn’t know if I was in love with him, but I had this feeling inside me and couldn’t just let him go without seeing him one more time.
I went to bed looking forward to tomorrow and seeing him again, only I couldn’t sleep. My heart raced as I played out the scenario over and over in my head. Was this what being in love felt like? Couldn’t wait to see him? Check. Constantly fantasized about him touching me? Check. Totally not attracted to anyone else? Check, check, check. It was weird. I’d spent my whole adult life avoiding relationships so they couldn’t hurt me and ended up falling for someone anyway. And if I fell for someone I was trying to fuck anonymously in the pursuit of never committing to anyone? Well, that was a twist.
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I got up the next day and got ready. I was supposed to meet with Donald and Dunlop again in the afternoon, so I put on my best navy blue business suit, silk blouse, and blue three-inch pumps, jumped in my Mustang, and headed to the Four Seasons as fast as I could. I called the hotel as I was driving to make sure James hadn’t checked out yet. He hadn’t, but it still took me far too long to get there.
My heart was beating about as fast as I’d been driving as I pulled up to the valet again. The attendants scurried around like ants as the whole Moto GP crowd had decided to check out at once, so I tossed my keys to the nearest guy in uniform and ran into the lobby. It looked like my poor car might be waiting a while to get parked.
I asked reception to call James’s room, but they got no answer. I told them to keep trying while I ran like an idiot between the departing guests to find him or find out if anyone had seen him. I spotted Marc Márquez, walking ahead of a bellhop pushing his luggage, and I smiled because little Sam was on his arm. Good for them. That little slut, on the first date? Still, I couldn’t judge. Unfortunately, neither of them had seen James.
I tapped on the shoulder of a gorgeous, tall blonde who turned around and smiled at me in a way so practiced and perfect that she just had to be a model. I asked her about James and thought I saw the faintest glimmer of distaste register on her face. Weird.
“I think Suzi saw him last.” She smiled again, pointing out a shorter but equally gorgeous brunette sitting by herself on the other side of the lobby. I headed over to this Suzi, wondering to myself why she had to be the one to have seen him last.
“Can I help you?” she asked frostily as I approached. She was messing with her iPhone.
“I’m looking for James Spence…The girl over there said you might have seen him?”
“He’s very busy,” she started, sounding official. Maybe she was his PA, but then why didn’t I meet her before? “Can I ask what it’s regarding?”
We’d been fucking all weekend, and despite my need to stay away from the certain pain of commitment, I was here to declare my love for him.
“It’s a personal matter,” I decided to say. True, and I didn’t sound like a crazy person.
“Yes?” she replied, then looked right at me. Her beautiful face broke into a wide smile. “Oh yes. He said you might be looking for him.” That was strange. “He said to play this video for you.”
She touched the play button on her phone and handed it to me. At first, I didn’t understand what I was looking at. It looked like a porno. Why would James send me this? Two hot, naked girls were fooling around in front of some guy.
“Suzi, is it?” I turned back to her. She watched over my shoulder, licking wickedly smiling lips. “I don’t understand. Why did you give me this to look at?”
“Look at it closer,” she replied. “James said you’d understand.”
Still confused, I did as she said. I looked closer at the video and realized that Suzi was one of the girls. They were kneeling, sucking the guy’s cock. Wow, the other girl was the blonde I spoke to a moment ago, and they were really going to town on the guy. Then I saw it. The guy. It was James.