Mr. Irrelevant (Rock City Renegades #1)

by C.L. Rose

I shift, reaching out and turning her to face me with a finger under her chin. Her eyes fill with tears, and the rage that was attempting to break through the surface just moments ago melts away, only to be replaced by the overwhelming need to fix whatever has her feeling this way. “Talk to me, Dimes. What was that?” I ask softly. We haven’t known each other that long, but I hope she knows she can trust me. She takes a breath, her plump lower lip trembling for just a moment before she pulls it between her teeth. I wait patiently for her to collect herself, until finally, she speaks. “It’s my ex. When he broke up with me, he said it was because I was too much. He wanted someone who was less opinionated and softer spoken. Unfortunately, that happened to be one of my best friends. I suspect that he was cheating on me with her because she was moving into his house less than a week after we ended things, but I can’t prove it. Every now and then, he posts videos or photos of them to his social media stories, and since I’m still in his Close Friends group, I get the particularly intimate ones.”

“How come you haven’t blocked him?” She shakes her head slowly, fidgeting with the material of her oversized sweatshirt. “It’s…complicated. He’s in the league, and I didn’t want to look petty by unfollowing him, so I just ignore it. And it’s not that I’m not over him—I definitely am. But there was a point where we were really happy together, and it still kind of hurts knowing she’s everything I’m not.”

“Look at me,” I say firmly. She does, and I do my best to search for the words I know she needs to hear right now. “You are the strongest, smartest, most intriguing woman I’ve ever met. If this idiot can’t see that, let him go find less. I promise it won’t make him happy in the end. And one day, you’re going to find someone with a monster cock and good credit—or whatever you girls are into these days—and he’s going to love every bit of your sassy fucking attitude. That’s what you deserve, Liv. Not some dipshit who’s so threatened

by your independence that he has to humiliate you to feel better about himself.” She lifts her chin, a small, grateful smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Thank you.” I can tell my words made her feel a little better, but her normal radiance is still dimmer than I’m used to. I want to give Deacon a taste of his own medicine for making her feel like she isn’t enough—because she absolutely is. “Have you ever…” I pause, a devilish smirk breaking free and blooming across my face, “considered being just a little bit petty?” Her brows pull in as a blanket of confusion slips over her features, so I keep going before she can say anything. “I mean, he obviously knows you’re going to see the things he posts. Haven’t you ever wanted to flip it back on him?” She scrunches her nose. “Like, posting pictures and videos of myself with guys?” I shrug, sitting back against the couch cushions and extending my arms along the top as I relax. “Why not? You don’t have to make them totally public. Just make a group where he’s the only member. You can keep your face out of it and everything—all that matters is that he knows it’s you. It doesn’t have to be some crazy, raunchy dry-humping situation. Just…show him that you can give it as good as he can.”

“It might feel kind of good to show him that I’m not just sitting here lonely while he’s living his life.” She exhales a frustrated huff. “But I haven’t dated anyone in

months. Am I just supposed to text some random guy from a dating app and ask him to pose for some faceless photos?” Abso-fucking-lutely not. “I’ll do it,” I blurt, internally cringing at how fucking pathetic I sound.

“What?”

“Do you really want to sit through an actual date, trying to figure out if you have enough chemistry with a guy to be comfortable taking photos together? Even if he knows the plan going into it, there’s no guarantee that the end result will be believable. We could just do it right here, no awkward dinner conversations necessary, and go back to watching tape.”

knowing that, even though Deacon won’t know who’s in the picture with her, it’ll be me he’s jealous of. “Okay, fine,” she says, rolling her eyes. “But we have to make sure your face isn’t in the frame. My dad doesn’t know I’m coaching you, and I doubt he’d be cool with me looking all cozy with one of his players.” I nod my head. “We can use your phone. That way, you can crop and edit whatever you want. And we’ll take some extras in case your ex acts up again and you need to shut his ass down.” She takes a confident breath, straightening her back and lifting her phone up in front of her. “Yeah. Okay. How should we, umm…” she trails off, so I decide to make the first move. I can tell she’s a little apprehensive, but this should be fun for her. I want her to feel empowered if and when she sends these pictures to him, and I hope it’s something she remembers the next time he tries to make her feel bad. “Get up here,” I say, reaching over and grabbing her by the hips until she’s sitting across my lap. She squeals, going rigid for just a moment, but I pull her closer anyway. “Was he much of a cuddler? What’s something he never did, but you wish he had?” She scoffs, her muscles loosening slightly. “He wasn’t a cuddler at all—said it made him too hot. If we were kissing and there was tongue involved, it was because he wanted sex. There was like, zero romance in our relationship, but I respected his boundaries. I’m not the type of girl who needs to be swept off her feet, but it woul...

“Well,” I reply, nuzzling my nose into her hair. Her fresh, clean scent fills my lungs, and my heart beats wildly inside my rib cage as she slowly relaxes into me. “I love to cuddle, so how about we show him what he missed out on?”

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Dimes. If you just want to redo what we did before with my fingers touching you, we can. Or if you want to stop altogether, that’s cool too. I just don’t like seeing you like this. I want him to regret making you feel like anything less than the queen you are. It doesn’t have to be more than that.”

“Fuck it,” I say on a forced exhale, climbing off his lap and turning to settle one leg on each side of his hips. I’m an adult, and this isn’t a big deal. I can hover so I’m not pressed right against him, and hopefully it’ll be over before my body betrays me again. “Atta girl,” he says, a boyish grin blooming across his face as he reaches out and wraps his big hands around my waist. I ignore the sparks that prickle my skin at the contact, chalking it up to the fact that I haven’t been touched in a long fucking time. This isn’t exclusive to Maddox. I’m just attention starved. I’m sure my body would respond this way to anyone right now. “The camera,” I say, avoiding his eyes and looking around for the device. My mind is racing, and my heart is pounding in my chest, but time stands still as a finger hooks under my chin, turning my head so I have no choice but to fall into his captivating gray pools. “Has been recording the whole time,” he finishes the sentiment softly, jogging my memory.

Fuck everything I just said. Olivia Grant is mine

“Fuck, Dimes,” I groan against her lips. “I knew you’d taste so good.” All I get in response is a desperate, horny little whine as she frantically grinds her clit into my erection. I have to clench my butt cheeks together so I don’t come in my pants from the way she sounds as she takes what she needs. I don’t stand a chance of not embarrassing myself if I ever get inside this girl—I’m barely hanging on right now. “Maddox,” she whispers. The sound of my name coming from her lips makes me infinitely more aroused than I’ve ever been in my life. She turned me on before, but holding her while she writhes against me takes it to another fucking universe. I lower my head, licking my way toward her neck and sucking the sensitive skin below her ear. Her hips jolt involuntarily, so I do it again, savoring her taste and the way she’s so responsive before answering. “What, baby? Tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything.” I’m not lying. She could tell me to drop to my knees and let her walk me like a dog, and I’d do it—no questions asked. I just want to make her fall apart. My lips coast along her heated skin, and she lifts her chin to give me better access. But her next words are like a bucket of ice water over my head, even though they roll off her tongue on a satisfied moan. “We should stop.” Shit. As much as I don’t want to, I immediately pause, resting my head on her shoulder in an attempt to regain my composure—and to hang onto her just a bit longer before she tells me I took...

I pull back slightly, locking my gaze onto hers but refusing to remove my arms from around her slender body. If she tells me to stop touching her, I will. But until then, I’m going to let myself have this. “I really like you, Dimes. I knew it before, but this made it even harder to ignore.” I ball a fist over the mesh fabric that lies over her hip. “It almost felt like you belonged to me for a second, and I couldn’t hold back. Next time, prepare a guy before you just show up looking like everything he’s ever wanted.”

“You’re all I’ve been thinking about since the club,” she says, shocking me. “I tried to make it stop. I told myself we couldn’t be more. I know the risks—and there are a lot of them, starting with the public backlash we could face with my family owning the team you play for—but every time I think I’ve convinced myself that I don’t like the way it feels when you touch me, you remind me how much I do. Then, seeing you on the field and knowing we did that together…it just made me feel things.” I dip my chin, trying to keep my cocky smirk from turning into a full-blown, shit-eating grin. When she told me to stop kissing her, this was not what I expected. I figured I’d be getting shut down right now, but instead, it seems like the exact opposite. “Is that so?” I ask. “What kinds of things?”

“Confusing things.” Her shoulders slump in defeat, but I’m unable to feel even the slightest bit sorry for her, because I’ve been dealing with the same shit for weeks.

“Listen to me, Liv.” She gives me her full attention, begging without words for an answer to her problems. I wish we could just give in to the pull without having to consider the consequences, but the reality of our situation is that we can’t. So, if I can ease her mind a little and tell her that it’ll be okay, I will. “I understand that there are risks to us exploring things. I also understand that it can’t be more than two friends who are insanely attracted to one another and have a great time together. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that as long as we both know the score before we dive in.” I give her a pleading look. “Please, baby. Just give me a chance to show you how good it can be.”

“Okay, fine,” she relents. “But only if you promise not to fall in love with me.”

“If we’re doing this, we’re exclusive. No sleeping with anybody else. If you meet someone and want to explore things with them, tell me and we’ll call it off. Okay?”

He scoffs. “Are you really underestimating how badly I want you? I can assure you that, as long as you’re an option, my head is not turning.”

Without breaking the searing connection of his gaze, I lift my pinky, intertwining it with his. As soon as the promise is made, he yanks me forward, fusing his lips to mine in a kiss that’s so intense, my knees almost give out. But he’s right there, lifting me off my feet and carrying me toward the stairs. I wrap my legs around his muscular waist, locking my ankles as tightly as I can because I’m dying for any kind of friction I can get. But before the haze of desperation fully clouds my head, rational thought pushes its way to the forefront.

“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he says, lying on his stomach between my legs. “I’m not just talking shit, Liv. It’s fucking gorgeous. So wet and pink, begging to be rubbed and explored.” I can’t speak—can’t think. I’m just a mindless doll as he grazes the rim of my entrance with his fingers, pausing to pull the delicate hood covering my clit back and exposing it to the cold air in the room. “You’re throbbing, aren’t you, sweet girl? I can see it.” “Mhmm,” I whine, writhing against the mattress.

“You smell so good, Dimes,” he rasps. “I’m going to fucking devour this cunt. By the time I’m done eating, there won’t be a single trace of any other man left. Only me.”

Maddox pushes to his knees, glaring down at me with pure possession written all over his face. Reaching out, he grips my chin, leaving me with no choice but to give him the attention he demands. “I plan on making you explode all over my face and tongue every fucking day, Dimes. But the first time you come for me, it’ll be while you strangle my cock. Got it?” “Please,” I plead. “I’ll come wherever you want me to. Just fuck me.”

“You didn’t think I’d leave you unsatisfied, did you?” I growl through clenched teeth. “I don’t know what kind of guys you’ve been with in the past, but you won’t be getting out of my bed until you’ve been turned completely inside out. I’ll wreck this cunt all night long if you let me, Liv. Fill you up as many times as you can handle. And when I eventually take you raw, I won’t rest until my cum is seeping from your goddamn pores.”

“That’s my girl,” I praise. “I need you to squeeze that greedy little hole around me. Can you do that?”

“Feel good, sweetheart?” I ask. “How long has it been since you were treated right? When was the last time you were worshiped the way you deserve?” I have a feeling it’s been a while, since she assumed I’d leave her to get herself off after I came. Even if I wasn’t able to continue fucking her, I’d have still made sure she was completely satisfied—probably more than once—before letting her out of my bed. “N-never?” she stammers, her eyes rolling back as I slide in deep, angling myself so the tip of my cock bumps against her G-spot. “I don’t…it’s never been like this.”

“Fuck, you come so pretty when your pussy’s being taken care of,” I growl, leaning onto my elbow and doing everything I can to keep my eyes open so I can watch her.

“Let’s get one thing straight, Dimes,” I rasp. “When I say I’ll fuck you all night, I mean it. Until your pretty little pussy memorizes every goddamn vein. Understood?” “Mhmm…” she hums, her eyes rolling back as I slowly slide in and out.

We say our goodbyes, and Sydney leaves us, disappearing back into the club. I carry Liv to the passenger seat of my truck, carefully setting her inside and reaching to fasten her seatbelt. As soon as I lean over her body, a set of warm, wet lips presses to my neck. My cock thickens inside my sweatpants at the contact, a low groan climbing up my chest as her tongue begins to trace the sensitive skin. I start to get lost in the sensation, but thankfully, I have just enough sense to pull back before we get carried away. “Bad girl,” I scold with a grin. She bites her lip innocently, but the look in her eyes screams that her thoughts in this moment are anything but. “You can’t be turning me on in public like that. You’re going to get us in trouble. I’m a weak man—far too weak not to bend you over my tailgate and turn that ass red if you aren’t careful.” “Ooh,” she replies playfully, doing a little shimmy with her shoulders. “Punish me, Daddy.” A choked cough bursts from my throat, desire flowing like molten hot lava through my veins. I’ve never been called that before, but the way it sounds falling from her plump lips in a mixture of sweetness and sin—fuck. I want her to say it again. Preferably while I sink into her from behind with a fistful of hair. “You’re gonna pay for that, baby,” I murmur, enjoying the shuddered breath that slowly leaks from her lungs. “But not here. And not when you’ve been drinking.” “Boooooo,” she jeers with a pout, giving me a cute little thumbs down...

There’s nobody in this world like Olivia Grant—and I’m the idiot who fell in love with her, just to turn around and watch her leave.

Opening the door, I step up behind him, closing us in together. His head lifts, but he doesn’t turn, making me second-guess whether or not I should’ve come in here at all. But when I raise a shaky hand, placing it between his shoulder blades, he stands up straight, reaching around and yanking me so I’m pressed with my back against the wall in front of him. My heart hammers in my chest as he towers over me, the look of sadness and dejection that was painted across his face moments ago long gone—only to be replaced with something that eerily resembles animalistic, primal rage. If I didn’t trust this man with every fiber of my being, I’d be terrified right now, sinking further into the hard, cold tile as he watches me with fire in his eyes. “Maddox—” His name falls from my lips in a choked plea, but before I can say another word, he cuts me off with a strong hand around my throat. It’s firm, but not so tight that I can’t breathe, the tips of his fingers pressing into the delicate skin and making me feel like I could levitate right off the floor at any moment. A shudder works its way through my body, and even though he’s angry and we definitely need to talk about what happened at the game, I can’t bring myself to tell him to stop. His chest and shoulders rise and fall rapidly, the air around us thick with a mixture of steam and pure tension as he stares down at me like a predator that’s ready to devour his prey. “Say you’re mine,” he grits, his voice full of desperation. My he...

“I’m yours,” I repeat. “Only yours. Always.” “Mine,” he echoes, devouring me once again. He steps forward, the unmistakable press of his erection against my stomach making me throb almost to the point of pain between my legs.

“I fucking own you, Livvy,” he says, throwing me onto the mattress. The words are like a jolt to my system, making me want to submit to him in whatever ways he asks me to.

“Look at this needy cunt,” he says, his fingers ghosting over my slit and making me whimper pathetically. It’s nowhere near enough, especially with how worked up I am, but he’s in charge here, so I wait patiently for whatever comes next. “Tell me who it belongs to, Liv. Tell me and I’ll make it come so fucking pretty.” I attempt to string together the words, my mouth opening and closing several times, but my brain is completely empty—vacant of any thoughts other than how desperate I am for him to stop torturing me. Licking my lips, I swallow, but before I can try again, his open palm cracks against the flesh of my ass. I cry out, the stinging pain blooming outward and transforming into something much more pleasurable than I could’ve ever imagined. “Answer me,” he says. “Who’s fucking pussy is this? Who’s the only man she sings for?” His voice is strained, telling me that he’s struggling every bit as much as I am as he rears back and spanks me again, the motion finally freeing the word from the back of my throat. “Yours!”

“Good fucking girl,” I reply, slamming my cock into Livvy’s dripping pussy…completely bare. The last time I sank into her without protection, cooler heads prevailed, but there’s not a chance I’m wrapping up tonight unless

she explicitly tells me to. I need to feel her like this. I’m feral for it. I was alone for a while after my ejection, and I spent the entire time replaying the whole situation in my head. The more I sat with it, the more I realized that everything Underwood said was bullshit. I know Liv. If she was planning on giving him another chance, which I highly doubt after what he did to her, she’d end things with me first. We agreed to be exclusive, and I trust her. Any doubt I had in the heat of the moment faded away in the quiet of the empty locker room, but that doesn’t change the fact that I hated the thought of her with anyone but me. Which is why I’m so desperate to hear her say she’s mine, and to fill her up so much that she’s dripping with me long after I’m gone. She claws at the sheets, balling them in her fists so tightly that her knuckles turn white as I pound into her relentlessly. I feel wild and unhinged, and if it weren’t for the way she’s throwing her full ass back into me with every punishing thrust, I’d worry I was hurting her. Maybe I am, but if so, she fucking loves it. “You like it when I tear into you like this, baby?” I ask darkly. “When I take what I need from my pussy? I’m going to pump you so full, you won’t be able to taste anything but me for weeks.” “Y-yes,” she stutters, her body bouncing off mine as she hangs on for dear life. “I love it.” “I bet you fucking do,” I growl, taking her supple hips in my hands and digging my fingers into the feverish fle...

way Daddy fucked you while you begged for more.” A carnal groan erupts from her chest at my words, her inner walls clenching against me as my balls...

“Use your colors if it’s too much,” I grit as I bottom out, aftershocks from her climax rippling along the entire length of my cock. She nods her head weakly in understanding, still utterly wiped out, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m so hungry for this woman, nothing short of the words yellow or red could stop me from continuing. “That’s my sweet baby,” I purr. “All you have to do is lie there while I blow load after load into you until there’s no doubt who you belong to. I’ll change your goddamn DNA with the amount of cum I leave inside your hot little body, Liv. And you’ll love every second of it, won’t you?” “Mhmm,” she hums, her head lolling from side to side on the pillow. “Give it to me, Maddox. I need it.” Her eager words have me ready to bust again, and this time when my limbs begin to tingle and my head goes fuzzy, I don’t even give a warning, driving my cock into her as deep as I can get before unloading for the second time. My entire frame shakes as electricity runs through me, white hot possession making me feel like a king while she accepts everything I have to give.

“Maddox,” she whimpers, her inner walls hugging my shaft. “Don’t stop. I’m going to come.” Her clit is hard and pulsing under my touch, her legs trembling against my hips. I continue my ministrations, picking up the pace as I drag my heavy length out to the tip before hammering back inside. Her pussy sucks me in deep, making my eyes roll back in pleasure while I fuck her toward the edge. “Soak my fucking cock,” I coax. “It belongs to you, baby. Only you.” Her brows pull in, teeth sinking into her plump lower lip as she balls the sheets up in her small fists.

She may not realize it yet, but Olivia Grant is it for me. All that’s left to do is convince her that what we have is worth the risk and make her mine for good.

“Are you okay?” Maddox asks, pressing soft kisses to my neck and shoulder.

“Mhmm,” I mumble

“What did he say to you?”

“He said he was with you last night. That you two—” The words are strained as he cuts himself off, like he’s afraid I’ll confirm Deacon’s story if he says the whole thing out loud. I certainly won’t lie to him about what went down. I just hope he trusts that I’m telling him the truth. “He stopped by my apartment, uninvited,” I say. “He managed to get by security because the guard knew who he was, but I never let him inside. Fully aware of how persistent he is, I agreed to hear him out, but when he said he wanted to get back together, I told him to leave. Your call came through before I could close the door, and he saw it.” I find his gaze with mine, raising my hand to his cheek and cupping it gently. “I swear, nothing else happened. I wouldn’t do that to you.” His eyes flutter closed, and relief washes over his expression. “I know,” he replies. “I lost my head for a second, but when I had time to really think about it, I realized that I had given him exactly what he wanted. Somehow, he knew I’d get fired up over the thought of him fucking you—and I did.” He shakes his head, a defeated sigh pushing past his lips as he swallows roughly. “I just need you to be mine, Liv. Really mine. Please. I don’t care what it takes. If you want to keep it a secret until we both retire, we will. But I can’t just be your friend anymore. It’s fucking killing me inside.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

“Okay?”

“I want to be with you, Maddox,” I tell him. “I’ve been driving myself crazy over it for weeks, trying to figure out how we could make it work. I still don’t have an answer, and I think we should keep things quiet until the season is over, but you make me happy and I’m tired of acting like this thing didn’t go beyond just friends a long damn time ago.”

He breaks the connection, dropping his forehead to mine as a soft smile blooms across his face. Like he didn’t get enough, he presses his lips to my own once more before gently sweeping a rogue lock of hair behind my ear. The caring gesture makes my heart do flips, and I sigh contentedly, so full of happiness that I feel like I could burst at any moment. “Thank you, baby,” he whispers. “I promise you won’t regret it. I’m going to give you everything.” I shake my head. “I don’t need everything. Just this. Us.” That’s the thing about spending time with Maddox. We could be on the practice field at midnight, me forcing him to do footwork drills until he drops, or right here in his bed, talking about nothing, and there’s still nowhere else I’d rather be.