Romance: New Adult: One Game at a Time - A College Football Romance (Bad Boy Romance) (Sports Contemporary Short Stories) (28 page)

“If you don’t mind I’ll take my leave.” he said before promptly exiting, leaving me alone in the palatial room. 

I gazed off the balcony and took it all in.  The ocean of grass and dirt felt lonely but in that loneliness I could feel that same sense of serenity I felt when looking out at the ocean.  I was starting to understand how he felt about his home.

I heard a ruckus downstairs, Maggie and John had arrived from their ride.  I tossed my luggage on my bed and left to join them. 

5.

“Your house is amazing, John.” Maggie said, “I wouldn’t mind coming back for another visit sometime in the future?”

“Well, it’s my best kept secret.” He replied.

“I can see that.” She said.

“You should see the rooms,” I chimed in from the staircase.

Maggie ran up the stairs and gave me a giant hug while whispering in my ear, “I want to marry this man.”

I felt sick hearing it.  My feelings were welling up inside and I needed to let them out. 

“I could go for a swim,” I said, “maybe you can take us to the pool for a bit?”

John nodded, “Get changed and meet me down here.”

Maggie and I ran upstairs, her room was right across the hall from mine and her luggage was already waiting for her in the room.  Both of us had our suits on in no time and met downstairs.

I was jealous of Maggie, she had the most gorgeous figure and her swimsuit only accentuated it further.  Her red hair bounced around her neck as she ran and her legs seemed to go all the way up to her neck. 

Meanwhile, I was a bit shorter and much skinnier.  Nothing ever felt flattering when I wore it, as I didn’t have much to show off.  I covered myself with my towel in order to avoid the embarrassment of comparison.

John didn’t seem to mind and he was already in his swimsuit.  It wasn’t fancy but he really didn’t need anything fancy to show off his figure.  His abs seemed to go all the way down his hips and his slim swimsuit was just barely covering his manhood.

I could feel my mouth water, among other things, and threw my towel to a nearby chair.  The water was warmer than I was used to and I liked it.

Maggie jumped in without a care.  She was always impulsive and maybe that was part of the reason I liked having her around.  The most impulsive thing I can remember doing is getting on a stranger’s jet and flying to Texas.

We chatted as we swam in his massive indoor pool.  He talked with Maggie a lot while we swam and I just enjoyed my time.  I lied on my back and just floated. 

I liked
to just float
about relax my muscles.  Before long Maggie and John were splashing each other in the pool.  I couldn’t help myself anymore and I needed to get away.  It was time for me to let them be.

I pulled myself from the pool and snagged my towel to dry off.

“Where are you going?” John asked.

“I think I’m going to change and go for a walk.  Will I be able to get in later, or will the door be locked?”  I asked.

“You’ll be fine.  Don’t go too far though, I’d hate for you to get lost.” He said with consternation.

I nodded and left them to their fun.  I took the opportunity to give myself a tour around the house while drying off. 

On the ground floor was a library that was stuffed to the ceiling with books while another room had a fireplace with several high backed leather chairs sitting nearby. 

A door in the kitchen led down a flight of stairs to a wine cellar that made my heart skip a beat.  And back near the entrance I found myself face to face with a family portrait that looked ancient.  A father and a mother, with a young John seated between them.

I couldn’t help but wonder what growing up in a house like this would have been like.  Having everything you want within arm’s reach would be the closest you could get to a heaven on Earth. 

I left the sullen painting and returned
to my room
to change.  It didn’t take long to throw on my jeans and a comfy shirt.  It was still quite warm out so I left my jacket on the bed and trotted out the front door. 

6.

The breeze was calming and whipped small patches of dust up from the ground.  Off in the distance were a few clouds that began their roll over the empty plain.

For nearly an hour I walked around the grounds before finding a spot that just felt so peaceful I couldn’t help but stop and take a minute to center myself. 

A large tree jutted from the ground with its gnarled and empty limbs offering more than enough space to sit on.  I tested the branch to see if it would support my weight and no amount of budging would move it so I deemed it suitable.  I climbed into the seat and rested.

The clouds began to storm up ahead, with lightning and thunder echoing about.  There was a certain beauty to it; this display of raw power that left me feeling a little helpless and small.  My feelings of envy were becoming futile as though the storm was washing them away.  I felt calmer and began to accept my place in the world when I felt a hand reach up and rest on my lower back.

“Don’t fall now, Darlin’.  It won’t kill ya, but I know how much it hurts.” John said.

“No need to worry about me.  I’ve been climbing since I could walk.”

“You seem the type.” He replied. 

The wind whipped up and I felt rain start to his my head.
             

“We should probably head back inside.” He said.

He helped me down from the tree and we started walking toward the house.  I had walked further than I thought and the rain began coming down a bit harder.

“I don’t think we’ll make it to the house at this rate.” I said.

The rain picked up more and my shirt was becoming soaked through.  I regretted my choice to leave my underwear at home.
             

“Let’s get outta the rain in there,” he said pointing to the nearby barn, “I’m sure it’ll pass soon.”

I nodded and we ran into the empty barn.  The rain pounded on the rooftop and dripped through the holes in the roof, but they were easy enough to avoid. 

“You know, I’d be lying if I didn’t say I thought you were cute.” He said.

I blushed and turned toward him.

“I’m sure you don’t offer a flight to your home to every girl living in the city.” I replied.

He stripped out of his drenched flannel shirt and tossed his hat to a nearby hook hanging from the wall.  I wished that I could do the same.  My clothes stuck to me and I was starting to freeze from all the water.

He took a step near me and hugged me over my sopping wet shirt.  I could feel his muscles through my back and his warmth was welcome. 

“Would you mind if I took my shirt off to dry?” I asked boldly.

“I won’t look if you don’t want me to.” He replied, “I still fancy myself a gentleman.”
             

I shook my head.

“No, you can look if you want to.  I might have you hold me a little longer to warm me up.” I said.

He nodded and I peeled the shirt from my skin.  I could feel my tiny nipple perking up from the chill of the water.  I hugged myself as the water dripped down into my jeans. 

I kicked my boots off into the hay and my socks along with them.  My pants were uncomfortably wet so I forced them off my legs.  My breath shortened and I felt cold again. 
             

My heart was beating faster knowing that he was looking at me.  His hair was frizzing on the top of his head and I giggled and shyly turned away.  He came up behind me and held me close.  I could feel his scruffy beard on my cheek as he bent in to give me a kiss.

I felt flush in my chest and exhaled loudly.  It wasn’t a moan but it might as well have been. 

His hands began moving up and down my sides, over my hips and playing with my nipples from behind. 

I reached behind myself and unzipped his pants.  He turned me towards him and I reached my hand inside his boxers and felt his member for the first time. 

He let out a light moan as I unshackled it from his pants.  I began to work my hand up and down his shaft as I stood
on my tiptoes
to give him a kiss on the mouth. 

He responded by grabbing the back of my head with one hand and lifting me up by my butt with the other.  He was so much taller than I was and I liked it.

I pushed his boxers and jeans down to the floor and kissed his legs as I worked my way back up.

I stopped for a moment at his erect manhood.  I licked along his long shaft before inviting it into my mouth.  With one hand I worked up and down taking as much as I could into my mouth.

He let out moans of pleasure and leaned against the wall.  I could feel him throb and tasted his juices while
at the same time
I could feel my own. 

He picked me up from my task and threw me into the hay and it tickled my backside. 

Like a ravenous beast he landed on top of me and pressed his sex against mine.  He rubbed up and down against my slit and I became more aroused, I couldn’t take his teasing anymore.

I lowered myself into him and felt him cross my threshold, thrusting into me sternly.  He was bigger than any other man I’d been with and I felt a twinge of pain that passed after only a moment. 

Waves of pleasure danced inside my head as he bore into me like an animal.  I screamed in pleasure and this only fueled his lust further. 

He rolled onto the hay and I bounced off for a moment.  I ran to the rack on the wall and took his hat, playfully throwing it onto my head with a wink.

When I returned he gave me another grin as I lowered myself onto him.  I kept one hand on his rock hard abs and threw my other hand into the air as though I were riding a bull.  And, in many ways, it felt like I was.

I felt him so deep inside that I wanted to scream, but it felt so amazing that I began losing myself in the moment. 

I felt all my muscles tense and wave after wave of pleasure surged through me.  He gave one last thrust into me and I could feel him pouring his seed into me.

I tossed his hat to the floor behind me and rolled over beside him.  We spent the rest of the night locked together for warmth and comfort. 

I hadn’t been this happy in a long time.

7.

The next morning the sun crested over the horizon.  John was already dressed and waited for me to join him.  It was barely dawn when we returned to the house where I crept up to my room to attempt another couple hours of sleep.

John let me be and joined a few other men for some morning chores.  I felt so incredibly useless to consider going to bed while he worked so instead I went to the kitchen. 
Searching around, I found some fresh ingredients to make all the guys a hearty breakfast which I left spread out over the countertops.

With this done I figured it best to sleep for at least a little while.  My brain was still mush from the satisfaction of last night.  Thankfully Maggie was still asleep and I soon followed.

What seemed
like hours later,
I snapped to life.  It was nearing ten in the morning on my second day here.  I went downstairs hoping that some of the food I had made was still available only to find Maggie and John already figuring out the day’s events.

“Well good morning, Mrs. Sleepy. John here says that today would be a great day to go for a ride into town.  I think I might join him, and of course we would love to have you along.” She said.

I looked at John who was beaming this morning. 

“That’s alright,” I said, “go off and have some fun.  I think I’m going to stay in and sleep a bit instead.  I was hoping to relax by the pool for a while and soak.”

“Your loss, Cass.” Maggie added.

It wasn’t too long before the two of them rode off to the west.  They’d be gone the rest of the day.  I spent the day in between sleep and relaxation. 

Lunch was served by a wonderfully nice woman who even showed me how to cook what she prepared.  I enjoyed the lesson as she knew much more than I could understand. 

By dinnertime my body was so relaxed that standing up was becoming a chore.  I even had the chance to have my knots worked on by a masseur.  It was an odd experience trying to explain where I had received the bruises that littered my body without saying that I’d had wild sex in a barn the previous night. 

They finally returned from their ride at nearly midnight.  I couldn’t believe they’d stayed out for so long.  I didn’t want to force anything so I waited in my room for a while with the television on.  I needed to talk to John and I didn’t want Maggie to hear. 

By nearly one in the morning I gathered up my courage, went to the master bedroom and knocked.  John answered wearing nothing but a pair of dirt covered jeans.

“John, we need to talk.” I said, hoping
not to sound
so stern.

“This is a really bad time, Cassidy, can we talk tomorrow before your flight back?” he said.

“Cassidy?” I heard Maggie’s voice from inside the bedroom.  She forced her way past John and came in for a hug.  I could see that she had changed what she was wearing.  She was now covered in one of John’s white shirts.  I could feel anger seething below the surface of my calm expression.