BULL: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (16 page)

B
ull’s anger
kept ringing through my mind all that next day at work. I struggled through my normal routine and even managed to talk to Coop about the supposed article I was writing.

By the time I got off work, though, I was fried. My whole body felt heavy as I headed back to my building. I just kept seeing that anger in his eyes, and I wondered if he could ever move past it. I hoped so, not even for my sake, but for the baby’s.

We still had a long road ahead of us, fortunately, and I was hoping he could maybe forgive me a little bit if my article was ever published.

I told the truth about him. Normally when journalists wrote about Bull, they neglected to mention anything but his partying and his womanizing. Instead of doing that, I wrote about all the good things he did.

It was the opposite of a hit piece. It was totally positive and sung his praises. It was basically the best kind of PR a person could hope for.

As far as journalism went, it wasn’t a good article. People weren’t going to be very interested in it, since it just talked about how great Bull was. People wanted drama and negativity and parties, but I didn’t give them any of that. Coop was going to be very unhappy with me.

But I owed Bull. Although he thought I had fucked with him, I really hadn’t, not toward the end. I was just as into it as he thought I was, and maybe even more. Now I wanted to show him that, or at least show him that I wasn’t a horrible person.

I got back to my apartment and checked my phone. No new messages. I climbed the stairs slowly, taking my time, and finally ended up outside my apartment door.

I put my key against the lock, but the door pushed open. It hadn’t been closed all the way. Curious and a little afraid, I pushed it open.

“Hello?” I called out. I stepped inside and shut the door behind me, making sure it was definitely closed.

“Hello.”

I nearly jumped out of my skin. I spun around, and standing there in my kitchen was the mobster from before, the man named Rafa.

“What the hell?” I said.

“Sorry to startle you.”

“What are you doing in my apartment?”

“Waiting for you.”

“You can’t be in here. This is trespassing.”

He laughed. “Get in here. I’m going to break some more laws.”

“No. Get the fuck out.”

“Charley, please come sit with me in the kitchen before I get annoyed.”

His expression was blank, and that scared me more than anything else. I walked slowly into the kitchen and sat down at my little table. He sat across from me and sighed.

“This has been an annoying few weeks. You know that?” he asked.

“Sorry to hear it,” I said.

“Thanks, but I think you and I can make my week better. What do you say?”

“I say you should leave. I’ll get you the money soon.”

“Oh, fuck that money. Five grand? I don’t care about five grand, Charley. I don’t care about it at all.”

“What do you want?”

“I want real money.” He leaned forward. “I want fucking Bull back. You know that man has brought the mob a lot of cash over the years? He has had so many messes that we needed to clean up.”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“You do, though, for your article. I want you to write the real one, and I want you to sell it to the highest bidder.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Charley,” he said, sighing, “we read the article you put on your Dropbox. Two thousand words of praising him, of sucking his dick. Didn’t you do enough of that already?”

I clenched my jaw and wanted to smack him. “How did you get it?”

“We hacked your Dropbox, obviously. Now, let’s talk business.”

“I wrote what I wanted to write.”

“You wrote trash. I want you to write the real article using the details I provide, including pictures. Then you’ll sell it to the highest bidder, and you’ll give me eighty percent of the profits.”

“No,” I said. “I won’t.”

“You will, or I’ll break your fucking knees, and then I’ll break Bull’s.”

“You don’t scare me,” I said, though I was lying. I was practically shaking.

“Okay, sure. I don’t scare you. But I bet you’ll do it to help Bull, won’t you?”

“I’m not going to trash him for you. I won’t do it.”

“You will.” Rafa stood up. “You’ll find everything you need on this disc.” He took a CD from his jacket pocket and placed it down on the table. “Everything is on there. Write the real article, Charley, or else.”

“You bastard,” I said.

“Bye, Charley.” He smiled and then left, shutting the door softly behind him.

I nearly fell out of my chair. I wanted to weep and I wanted to scream. Most of all, I wanted to get out of there.

Not knowing what else to do, I got out my phone and sent a text. “The mafia came back,” I said.

Two minutes later, Bull called me.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m okay,” I said, “just shaken up.”

“Stay where you are. I’m coming.”

“No. It’s okay. You don’t have to.”

“I’m coming, Charley.” He hung up the phone.

I stared down at the CD, feeling numb. I didn’t know what the mob had on that disc, but I couldn’t help but think about Rafa’s comment about Bull’s messes. What sort of messes had they cleaned up? There were probably seriously incriminating things on that disc, things that would really destroy Bull.

He’d probably done some awful stuff. I knew some stories, and I’d bet that disc could confirm them. Everything about Bull that I had desperately wanted to know for so long was sitting right there in front of me, ready for the taking.

I picked it up and looked at it. CDs were an outdated thing. I didn’t even have a CD drive on my laptop anymore.

I bent it in half. It snapped. I broke it into tiny pieces and then threw it into the trash.

I didn’t care what Bull had done. I didn’t care what the mob had cleaned up. All I cared about was who Bull was now and what he tried to do to better himself.

I wanted to try to live up to that. I wanted to try to be better. I was done using; I was done blackmailing. I was done with all of that. I destroyed the CD and didn’t feel bad about it at all.

I had made my choice.

I was choosing Bull, even if he didn’t want to choose me.

I
drove
my own damn car this time. I chose the fastest one I had and tore ass through the busy city streets.

Those bastards were going after her again. I had hoped she had gotten away, but clearly they weren’t letting her go. I didn’t know what they had on her, or if they were just straight up threatening to destroy her career and hurt her, but they weren’t going to have that shit anymore, not if I could help it.

I got to her building fast and parked my car out front. I jumped out and rang her bell, impatience and anger running through my body.

“Bull?”

“It’s me.”

“I’m coming down.”

I clenched my jaw. “Wait. Are they gone?”

“They’re gone. I just don’t want to be here anymore.”

“Okay. I’m down here.”

I breathed my relief and leaned back against the wall. The mob was gone, but they had clearly scared her. Two minutes later, she came down the staircase and out the door.

“Hey,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? For what?”

“For everything, but mostly for texting. I was just so afraid.”

“It’s fine. You wouldn’t be mixed up with Rafa if it weren’t for me.”

“Listen, can I just hang out at your place for a little while? Just until I calm down. Or we can drive around or something.”

“Come on. Get in.” We headed over to my car. She climbed into the passenger’s seat and I got up front. “You can stay at my place tonight.”

“Thanks,” she said, closing her eyes.

“What did he say to you?”

“He wants more money. Gave me a CD with dirt on you. Said if I didn’t write an article with that stuff in it, he’d break my knees and destroy me.”

“Fuck,” I said, gripping the steering wheel. “He threatened to actually hurt you?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“What a pathetic piece of shit, threatening a woman like that.”

“I don’t know what to do, Bull. I’m not writing that article.”

“What did you do with the disc?”

“I destroyed it.”

I was surprised. “Thanks,” I said. “Did you look at it?”

“No. I don’t want any of that stuff anymore. I want to be done with that, Bull.”

“Okay,” I said. “Okay. We’ll be fine. Let’s get back to my place, try to calm down, and then we’ll figure out what to do next.”

“Can we call the police maybe?”

“They’re probably paid off. I don’t think that’s worth our time.”

“Shit,” she said.

“It’ll be okay. We’ll figure it out together.”

“You don’t have to do this. You don’t owe me anything.”

I laughed as I headed back to my place. “I know that, but you’re the mother of my child and I need to step up.”

“I thought you hated me.”

“I don’t hate you,” I said softly. “Never have.”

“Sure seemed like it yesterday.”

“I was angry and taken off guard. I didn’t know what the hell I felt yesterday.”

She nodded, looking out the window. “I understand. I didn’t like myself very much these past few weeks, and now you’re stuck with me.”

“I don’t feel like I’m stuck,” I said. “I feel like something important is happening. This kid is all that matters anymore.”

She looked at me. “Really?”

“Really. This kid is all I care about. I’ll step up and do whatever you need me to do. If you need money, you’ll have it. I’m going to be there for this kid, Charley, and for you. We’ll start with the fucking mob.”

“Thank you,” she said softly.

I grinned at her. “Don’t get all soft on me now.” I pulled up into my apartment building’s garage and parked. “Come on. Let’s go.”

We climbed out of my car and headed upstairs. We got into the elevator and rode up toward my apartment. She was quiet, and I didn’t want to press her, not yet at least.

We had a common enemy now. I wanted to be done with Rafa and his people, and she wanted to get away from them, too. We needed to work together to finish this and to finally be free.

As we stepped out into my apartment, I sighed. “Want anything?” I asked her.

She shook her head. “No, thanks.”

“We should probably talk.”

“I guess so.”

I walked over and sat down on the couch. She joined me, sitting at the other end.

“Listen, I need you to understand something,” I said to her. “I’m not going to run out on you.”

“I don’t need anything from you.”

“I know. You keep saying that. But I just want you to know that I’ll do anything to help this kid, and to help you.”

“What do we do then?”

“What did Rafa want?”

“More money.”

“I can pay him.”

“I don’t know if that’s that simple. He really wants me to publish an article about you.”

I nodded. That made sense. Rafa was angry with me for turning away from them, so he wanted to destroy me. He probably wanted to use Charley to do that, since it would be more painful for me.

Those manipulative bastards. Bleeding me dry wasn’t enough for them. They had to try to destroy everything about me.

But maybe I could take that away from them. Their strength came from two things. First, they had dirt on me, lots of dirt. Second, they had Charley.

I could take both of those things away from them while still maintaining my dignity. Maybe I could even salvage my career.

“I have an idea,” I said to her. “I think you should write that article.”

“I told you, I won’t do it.”

“But I think you should write it with me.”

She cocked her head. “What?”

“Unlimited access. We write it together. We tell the truth, the whole damn truth, absolutely everything, including my ties to the mob. Maybe we leave out some of the outright illegal stuff, but we tell as much as we can.”

“Bull,” she said softly, “I don’t know. That seems like a bad idea.”

“I’ll call that PR woman. We’ll get her involved so that we can make sure whatever we write won’t be completely destructive. It’ll be great for your career, too.”

“I doubt I’ll have a career after it comes out that I got pregnant by the man I wrote my article on.”

“I think you can survive it. Hell, I think you can survive anything.” I stood up and moved closer to her on the couch. “We can do this.”

“I don’t know.”

“We can. You have to trust me. This will work. We can take the mob’s power away from them.”

“What about the money?”

“Fuck the money. I can pay.”

“No,” she said. “I won’t let you.”

“Fine. We’ll sell the story.”

“I’m not sure my boss will pay more.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Don’t you get it? We can sell this story to anyone for a fucking fortune.”

“Why?” she asked softly. “Why would you do this? It could destroy you.”

“Easy,” I said. “I’m finished being the prick I used to be. I have a child now, and I have you. It’s time to be the man I’ve always wanted to be.”

Before she could argue, I took her by the chin and kissed her. Her defenses melted instantly as she kissed me back. I pulled her over toward me, placing her in my lap as she kissed me hard, her body pressed against mine, her legs straddling my lap.

She was warm and hot as she kissed me. I took her hair in my hand and tipped her head back, kissing her neck. “We’re going to finish this together,” I said softly, “and now I’m taking what I’ve been thinking about for weeks now.”

“What have you been thinking about?”

“Your body, your pussy wrapped around my tight cock, those breasts as I fuck you deep, that ass backed up against my big dick, and the way you moan as you take it all.”

She practically threw herself against me, kissing me hard and rolling her hips against my cock. I was already hard as I stripped her shirt off and unhooked her bra. I felt her breasts and teased her nipples with my mouth before kissing her harder on the mouth.

She pulled my shirt off, running her hands over my muscles and my tattoos. She groaned as I felt her breasts hard and teased her nipples again, my lips caressing the soft skin on her neck.

I turned my hips and rolled her over. I dropped down to my knees in front of her and tugged her shorts and panties off, not wasting a single second. I was so starving for her and couldn’t wait. I’d waited long enough. There’d been so much between us, but now that was all gone. She knew who I was and I knew who she was, and nothing was going to stop us, not anymore.

I spread her legs wide and slowly ran my fingers along her soaked pussy. She stared down at me, her lips parted, as I teased her.

“You’ve been picturing this, haven’t you? Ever since you left my apartment that day. You haven’t stopped thinking about my body against yours. You want me to fill that tight little pussy up.”

“No,” she gasped, “I haven’t.”

“Liar.” I pressed my fingers deep inside her, making her arch her back and gasp. “Tell me the truth.”

“No. Bull.” She moaned as I began to fuck her with my fingers. I pressed them deep inside and leaned forward to bite her nipple gently.

“Tell me,” I said.

“Okay,” she gasped as I continued to work her. “Please, I’ll tell you. I can’t stop thinking about how you fill me. I want to be wide open for you, Bull.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear.” I dipped back down and my tongue found her clit as I began to lick and suck her, working her soaking and swollen spot.

“Oh shit,” she gasped. “Bull.” I continued fucking her pussy with my fingers, my tongue and lips working her clit. I loved the way she tasted, and my cock was fucking rock hard, straining against my pants. As I licked that clit, I realized that I couldn’t have been happier, that this was exactly what I’d wanted from the very start. This woman made me fucking crazy in so many ways, but in the end, all I needed was her wet pussy against my tongue, her moans in my ears, the promise of a baby to bind us together.

I slowly pulled my fingers from inside her, making her groan, and licked her top to bottom. She pressed my head down, grinding her hips as my tongue pressed inside and out, rolling along her clit. I felt her breasts and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer.

“Shit, Bull,” she groaned. “I almost forgot how this feels.”

“You didn’t forget,” I said. “You just can’t really know it until you feel it.”

“Maybe.”

I grinned at her and gripped her hips. I pulled her up and turned her, rolling her over. I put her knees down on the couch so that she was kneeling on it and then spread her legs wide.

I began to lick that pussy from behind, my tongue rolling along every inch of her.

“Oh my god, Bull, don’t. You can’t.”

“Try and stop me.” I gripped her hips and fucked her pussy with my tongue, licking everything. She moaned and didn’t try to move an inch as I worked her, just like I knew she wouldn’t. As soon as I took her, I knew she was fucking mine.

I finished getting my taste and then stepped back. I unbuckled my pants and dropped them to the ground as she turned around, facing me. She dropped to her knees in front of me.

“Good girl,” I said. “I want to see you suck that cock until you can’t think.”

She pulled my briefs down and I stepped out of my clothes. She bit her lip, slowly stroking my thick shaft before pressing my tip between her lips.

She began to suck me, but I wasn’t having any slow and sensual bullshit. I wanted her fast and fucking hard, because I’d waited long enough. I pressed her down, pushing my cock into her throat, and she groaned as she let me fuck her mouth.

“God damn right, you dirty fucking girl,” I grunted. “Take that fucking cock in your throat. I want to see you suck it.”

She let me fuck her mouth, pressing my cock between her lips. I watched her work me, desperate to suck my cock, begging for my approval. I loved the way she wanted to please me, and it only made my cock that much harder. She was going to suck me fucking dry unless I decided she deserved to be fucked rough and deep.

I pressed her down and held her there, loving the warm pleasure flooding through me as my cock pressed into her throat. She pulled back and stared up at me, jerking my shaft off, her eyes begging for my fucking cock.

“You want to ride my cock, girl?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she said. “Please.”

“Suck my cock and prove how badly you want it.”

I stood back and let her go to work. She jerked my shaft and sucked me hard, moaning as she worked me. I watched as her free hand found her wet little pussy. She began to rub her own clit, her moans getting louder, more intense as she worked herself, sucking my cock.

She pressed me deep into her throat, rubbing her clit the whole time, and held it there. She looked up at me, making eye contact, and I nearly fucking came in her pretty fucking mouth.

I stepped back, pulling my cock from her mouth, and then pulled her to her feet. I sat on the couch and pulled her onto me, pressing her down on my thick cock.

She slid slowly down, moaning softly as I filled her. She stopped when I was fully inside her, filling her every inch, and kissed me hard, her hands on the couch over my shoulders. I felt her breasts with my hands as she slowly slid back up, her body shuddering with pleasure.

I slid my hands down her body and then gripped her hips tightly. I smirked as I pulled her down hard, slamming her body down onto mine. She groaned as I did it again and again, pressing myself deep inside her.

She began to work her hips, riding my thick cock. She took me as she gripped the couch hard, her head tipped back. Moans escaped her lips, making me hard as fuck. I loved feeling my bare skin against her as she rode my thick cock. There was nothing better than Charley’s perfect, tight little pussy as she shuddered and moaned, riding me like her life depended on it.

Her hips worked in circles that drove me fucking mad. I slapped her ass and leaned to the side, pushing her farther down. I slapped her again, harder. “Ride that cock faster,” I grunted. “Come on, fucking ride it.”

She moaned, working her hips, slamming up and down. I slapped her ass again and she moaned, rocking her hips, riding faster and faster, trying to keep up with me.

I grabbed her ass and slammed her down, using my arms and hips to make her take my big cock faster and harder. I could feel sweat rolling down our bodies as she took me. I fucked her harder, thrusting deep inside her.