Deep End: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (37 page)

“Oh, Colton,” I cried. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming now.”

I began moaning and thrashing wildly. But now matter how much I moved, I couldn’t escape from underneath’s Colton’s powerful body. I loved the feeling of being smushed between him and the mattress, unable to escape…not that I wanted to, of course.

The orgasm was intense. It seemed to last forever.

I got completely lost in it.

I was only vaguely aware of everything else, until Colton’s started cumming.

He kept pumping his cock as he came…I loved that. It was so much hotter than when guys froze up when they were cumming.

Colton let out a tremendous roar as his cum shot deep inside me. His cock was spasming as it thrust load after load of hot seed into me.

Colton collapsed on top of me.

We were both panting heavily.

“Oh yeah,” cried the patient on the other side of the room. I hadn’t thought it possible, but the sounds from his hand on his cock increased. Then he went silent, as he came.

Colton and I lay there, naked on the hospital bed, too exhausted to move.

“What in the world!” came a voice from the other side of the
curtain.
It was the voice of the nurse who had just a few minutes ago installed the patient in the room. “I leave for twenty minutes, and you decide to go to town on yourself! There’s semen literally all over you. What a pervert.”

“I’m sorry,” sputtered the patient, clearly lost for words. “I don’t know what came over me…it must have been the accident. I’m sorry.”

“Well this is going right on your medical charts,” said the nurse in a stern voice.”

“But…” began the patient, in protest.

Colton and I tried to keep our laughter subdued, but as the nurse continued to scold the patient, we couldn’t contain ourselves. Soon our joyous laughter had burst into the room.

Katy had come back to the hospital a few more times since that first day. They had made love a few more times. It had been more intense each time, each discovering new things about the other’s bodies. Colton loved the feeling of adventure and discovery that he felt each time he made love to Katy.

He had never felt that before with a woman…he knew deep down he was in love. He knew it all over. He walked with a bounce in his step, despite the injuries he had sustained.

He couldn’t believe Katy had been worried about Colton blaming her for her injuries…

He also could barely believe that she had felt the exact same thing in the rodeo when they had locked eyes…what were the chances that he should find her eyes in the crowd like that? And what were the chances they both fell in love right then and there? It felt like Colton was living the life of a character in a romantic movie, rather than real life.

But at the same time, real life began to creep back in.

Colton was released from the hospital with a good bill of health. He needed to stay off the bulls for another month or two, but in the meantime he could work with his manager on propelling his career to the next level.

Colton wasn’t supposed to be back on his motorcycle yet, but he said to hell with it, and got back on his souped-up Triumph motorcycle the second he got home.

It felt wonderful to ride it. He didn’t wear a helmet or protective clothing, letting the wind flow through his hair, and letting his shirt sleeves and collar flap wildly around him as he road through the Texas country roads…it was the best way for him to get his mind clear, or as clear as it was going to get, with all that was going on.

In the process of trying to clear his mind, Colton suddenly remembered he had a meeting scheduled with his new manager Cambridge Whitehead that afternoon.

He made a sharp U-turn with his bike, and then gunned it full speed towards the restaurant where they were meeting.

Colton entered the restraint without any of the right clothes…it was the kind of place you were supposed to wear a dinner jacket, even for lunch.

Colton had never been big on rules like that, or restaurants with rules like that, for that matter.

“I’m sorry, sir,” said the man at the door to the restaurant, who was wearing a sharp suit himself, along with a tie. “I can’t let you in without the proper attire.”

“To hell with the proper attire,” said Colton, growing angry. He had often had a problem with his temper, and he took a few deep breaths now, before saying anything else.

“I’m sorry, sir, but those are the rules of the house…”

“Is there a problem here?” said an elegant man appearing behind the restaurant employee. It was Cambridge Whitehead, dressed to the nines, and wearing a prominent gold chain and gold watch. His hair was slicked back, and he looked like the epitome of class and elegance. There was a large unlit cigar in his lips.

“This guy won’t let me in,” said Colton. “I was about to tell him I had a meeting with you.”

“I’m sure there’s not any problem,” said Cambridge, to the employee. “This man here may not look it, but he’s the #1 rodeo champion in the country. You may have heard about his last match on TV. He was horrifically gored by a bull, and he’s still recuperating from his injuries, so I’m sorry if his appearance doesn’t suit your standard, but I’m sure he has much more on his mind that suit jackets for restaurant, isn’t that right Colton?”

Colton nodded his head.

“Sure,” said the employee. “ I didn’t realize who you were, and that you were eating with Mr. Whitehead. I apologize if I’ve caused any inconvenience. Please, I’ll see you to your table.”

“That wont’ be necessary,” said Cambridge, handing the man a folded hundred dollar bill. “For your troubles,” he said.

“Thank you, sir,” said the employee.

Colton followed Cambridge to the table.

Of course, Cambridge had the best table in the house.

“Quite the ritzy place,” said Colton, looking around at all the luxury. The other diners were all wearing fancy dresses or suits. It was the upper crust of Austin, who preferred to dine in luxury, away from the riff raff.

Colton got a couple of
glances,
because of his attire…he was just wearing a T-Shirt with a torn old grey corduroy collared shirt over it. And blue jeans. He always wore blue jeans, though, even at the
fanciest
of events. His blue jeans and his cowboy boots rarely if every came off. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been in public without them.

“Thanks for getting me out of that jam back there,” said Colton, taking a sip from a glass of water. “Wow, even the water here tastes good,” he said.

“Don’t worry about it,” said Cambridge, waving his cigar in the air. “This is what I do, Colton. I grease the wheels. I get things moving. I’ve here to get you out of whatever situation you get yourself into. And I’m here to propel your career…in a couple of weeks, your face alone will be so famous that you’ll never have this kind of issue at a restaurant again.”

“That sounds nice,” said Colton, smiling to
himself
.

Despite the situation, Colton found himself thinking of Katy. He thought of the way her smile glowed, and lit up her whole face. He thought of the little laugh she gave, when Colton told a joke that really wasn’t that funny. He thought of the way she moved and the sounds she made when they made love. After that experience in the hospital with the voyeur, and the nurse’s uniform, their love making had stayed strong in intensity, but it had grown more complex and nuanced in other ways…there was still the passion, but each new time they made love, it felt like they were really ‘making love’ rather than just fucking…it was a new feeling for Colton. He had always had all the sex he’d wanted, but he’d never felt anything like this before.

“Colton? Colton! Are you listening to me?” said Cambridge.

Colton shook himself out of his daydream. Cambridge was staring right at him.

“Sorry,” said Colton. “I just…never mind. Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I’m saying, that I have a two step plan for you for the near future. This is going to jump start your career like a rocket…there’s nothing like it. First thing, I know Austin is your home. And I know you’ve traveled around…that may be fine for your run of the mill rodeo star. But, for a national celebrity, the kind we’re trying to turn you into,
that’s
not enough. All the stars live in New York or LA, as you know. And with my contacts, I think New York City is going to be the best place for you to go. I’ve already arranged a nice penthouse for you to stay in…a star has to have the accommodations typical of a star after all.”

“New York City?” said Colton, surprised. “A penthouse? But how will I even pay for that?”

“I’ve already got you in some TV commercials,” said Cambridge, taking a bite of the food that had arrived. He had ordered for the both of them before Colton had even gotten to the restaurant. He had ordered steaks for both of them, special beef straight from Japan. Somehow, he had known that Colton liked his steaks very rare, practically blue. “The commercials have already paid for the penthouse.”

“But where will I ride?” said Colton. “There aren’t any rodeos in New York City, are there?”

“We can get you a helicopter…you can be outside the city in les than half an hour…there’s a landing pad on the top of the building and everything. There are some first class practice arenas that I’ve already scoped out for you.”

“Wow,” said Colton. “It all sounds really fancy, but…”

“But what?” said Cambridge, giving Colton a piercing
look.
“What’s going on with you, Colton? You seem distracted, and frankly I thought you’d be a little more excited at these new opportunities. A lot of guys would kill for a penthouse like this…the whole setup, a helicopter and everything. Imagine the girls you’re going to get with a setup like that.”

“Yeah,” said Colton, slowly, holding a piece of steak on the end of his fork, but not taking a bite. “The thing is…”

“Out with it,” said Cambridge. “I’m your manger. If something is going on, I need to know about it. That’s what I’m here for, to ‘manage.’ That means I can manage any situation. Just try me. I can manage and handle anything you throw at me. You wouldn’t believe the situations my clients have been in.”

“I’m in love,” said Colton, simply. Finally, he put the piece of meat in his mouth. He barely needed to chew it. It was the best steak he’d ever eaten, and it seemed to melt in his mouth.

“Jesus Christ,” said Cambridge. “In love? Are you serious?”

Colton nodded his head while chewing his steak. (It was more like he was just exercising his jaws as a mater of habit, since the steak was already melting.) He felt a little relief finally getting that off his chest.

“I’ve dealt with all kinds of problems,” said Cambridge furrowing his brow. “But I have to say the hardest is when a client is in love. So what’s the deal? She lives here and you don’t want to move away from her? Is that it?”

“Basically,” said Colton, swallowing his steak and beginning to cut another bite. “We just met, and I just don’t want to do anything that would damage the relationship. And I can’t imagine doing anything more damaging that moving thousands of miles away to New York City.”

“All right,” said Cambridge, frowning. “Let me think for a minute. So you’re absolutely sure you don’t want to leave her?”

“Absolutely,” said Cambridge. It was the first item he had said it out loud, since he and Katy hadn’t made any formal or verbal commitments yet to one another. It felt good to say it. It felt like he was making a promise to Katy. It felt like he was committing to her.

“All right,” said Cambridge. “Understandable, I suppose. All right, I can work with this. OK, forget everything I told you, about the penthouse and helicopter.”

“Won’t it be a pain to cancel all that?” said Colton.

“Don’t worry about that,” said Cambridge. “Leave all the details to me. You just focus on recuperating so we can get you back into the arena.

“Great,” said Colton, taking a sip of water.

“Anyway, so forget all about that. I’ll keep strategizing. Leave it all up to me.”

I was dressed in a conservative business outfit, the type that I sometimes wore to meetings with more conservative clients.

The last few weeks had been intense and crazy.

It had been wonderful getting to know Colton…

I felt like each time we met, our feelings for each other grew more intense.

I often found myself craving him, his body,
his
presence.

On the nights that I was alone, I masturbated myself to sleep, thinking about Colton. I imagined that he was on top of
me,
pushing me into the mattress the way he had done at the hospital…I had even gone out and bought an extra large dildo, in order to approximate the size of his cock, so that I could imagine he was inside me when we weren’t together.

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I looked so proper in my button down shirt, with my hair pulled neatly back. I had just a little bit of makeup on. Most of it was just foundation, to make my skin tone look more even.

My dirty sexual thoughts were at competes odds with my prim appearance.

I took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom.

“Mr. Smithson is expecting me,” I said to the secretary.

“Take a seat, and he’ll be right with me,” said the secretary.

I pretended to flip through a magazine in the waiting room while I stole secret glances at the secretary.

She couldn’t have been more than a few years out of college, but she looked mature and elegant.

Her blouse covered her whole chest, but it did little to conceal the magnificent large breasts that seemed to stand upright at attention. I actually couldn’t tell if she was wearing a bra or not.

I felt a pang of jealousy…this was probably just the type of girl that Colton had slept with before me…Of course, he had sworn I was the only one he was seeing now, but still…Even though I knew Colton was wildly attracted to my body, I couldn’t help but feel worried that the would leave me for a woman like this secretary, who had nearly a perfect body, perfect face, and perfect thick blonde hair.