Rick 'Slider' Rossovich

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Summary: Mavericks sister arrives in town for a few days, funny how a few drinks and a hot guy can land her in his bedroom.

F/S/A: Smut. And like alot of it

(Written in 2rd person, because first person smut honestly makes me wanna kms)
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How the hell did you end up here? Half naked, clothes throw around the room, hands tangled in Sliders hair as he kisses and plays with the flesh on your chest. Lets go back to the start shall we?

You had recently arrived back in town for a few days, mostly to visit your younger brother Pete. Of course you'd also come to scope out the guys, because you wanted to. And it wasnt as if they would remember you after you left. Every year you came back to visit him, always bringing a gift from the newest place you ran off to, Italy, France Portugal, Belgium. Touring around europe had always been your biggest dream and as you got closer to completing your goal, it finally felt like a good time to go back to your hometown to bother Pete.

Standing outside the airport, you once again called him hoping to finally get a answer rather than it going straight to voicemail. That was the one thing that annoyed you, no matter how many times you rang, Pete wouldnt answer. Resorting to the next best thing you punched in the digits of his bestfriend Nick Bradshaw. Atleast you could then ask him to get Pete to come get you. The phone began ringing and after the second ring someone finally picked up. "Hello, this is Pete. Stop ringing my husband hes married to a woman already" clicking your tongue the smart answer had you resisting a grin. "Well, if you'd answer maybe I wouldnt be ringing your husband." A loud crash was heard from the other end of the line and a slight scream as info was whispered horribly to the other person. "Hey big sis, uhm, ah, I was meant to collect you wasnt I?"

The sound of laughter came from the other end, definitely Nicks wife. "You have 40 minutes to get here or I swear im robbing that bike of yours for the time im here" hanging up the phone, not giving anyone a chance to say anything, the wait begun again. 30 minutes had passed and no sign of Pete. To say you were impatient was an understatement. 5 minutes later, Petes motercycle pulled up as well as a car that followed behind.

Walking over to Pete, he was quick to throw himself into your embrace. "Wow, hold it your never this excited to see me. Whos the girl?" A nervous laugh came from him as you caught him out instantly. Looking over at the car that was now parked up beside his moterbike it finally clicked. "Dont tell me you dont have a car Pete, or i swear my threat of theif will come true" you had never seen him look more panicked as he walked over to the car. The window was now down but because of Pete blocking your veiw of inside you couldnt see exactly who it was.

Eventually the person in the car opened the door and stepped out. Walking over to them I could see Pete had no idea how to introduce me to the guy that was standing beside him. "Slider, this is y/n, my sister." You could her the emphasis on 'the sister' part. Clearly a warning for him not to get close to you. Putting out a hand for him to shake he took it "Rick Rossovich, its a pleasure to meet you" smiling at him you turned to Pete as he glared at slider who was still holding your hand.

"Are we gonna go, because Im tired from the plane and really would like to sleep in a bed, not a car." Watching as the two had a silent glaring match before they turned their seperate ways. "Y/n, your going with him and he's going to follow me back to the house" nodding your head you turned and followed Rick towards the car. Your suitcase was put in the back as you opened the door to the passangers side

The ride to Petes house was awkward to say the least, you were sat there not talking whike slider drove following Mav just as they agreed to. As you pulled up to the place Slider kept the car on, leaving it in park. "If ya ever need a drinking partner I know a hell of a good bar downtown" giggling at him you get out of the car "Ill take ya up on that, how bout tomorrow?" He grinned at your response before nodding. Getting your luggage from the backseat you said your goodbyes as you walked in the door and shut it.

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