ROMANCE: SPORTS ROMANCE: Double Blindside (Bad Boy College Football Romance) (New Adult College Alpha Male Sports Romance) (48 page)

Chapter 7

“You haven’t changed your mind Sandy, have you? Because we can change it right back real quick.” His hand moved to her panties, pressing on her wetness. When he felt that, he groaned loudly in her ear. “So wet Sandy, you have to be ready.”

As he added more pressure, Sandy grimaced and Chris realized that there was something more than material stopping his finger from slipping inside. His eyes met hers and then her blue eyes darkened when he went higher, rubbing her clit slowly instead. Sandy started to tense underneath him and when he slid his hand into her panties and felt how hot she was, she came on his hand. He could feel the blast of slickness coming out of her as her legs squeezed his hand tight.

Chris was amazed that she was still untouched and it made him more randy, though more concerned that he wouldn’t be able to slow himself down. He had never been with someone untouched before and it was a lot of responsibility when half of his blood had left his brain. He wanted her bad and when she finally looked back up at him and pulled him down for a kiss, he knew that he had to have her. But Chris was afraid he was going to hurt her.

Standing up, he looked down at her body halfway on and halfway off the bed. Sandy sat up, her hands going to his jeans, wanting to see the rest of him, but he stopped her. Chris knew even as wet as she was, it wouldn’t be enough. “Let me love you Sandy, lay back.”

Her blue depths held an unasked question, but instead she moved back like he said. “Now take your panties off.”

Sandy’s hands shook as she pulled down her underwear, exposing her wet heat to the cool air in the room from the ceiling fan. Her legs came together to ward off the feelings, but Chris was having none of that. He yanked them apart and pulled her to him. Sandy squealed with the touch, surprised at his sudden aggression. When she looked up at him, he didn’t quite look the same. She could tell he was fighting something, like he was fighting a demon that wanted to come free. Once again, he was not settling her nerves in the least bit, but it didn’t matter, she still wanted him more than anything else. Chris made her forget.

His head moved down between her thighs, his hand holding them open as her muscles wanted to close them on his hungry mouth. Chris had to practically hold her down to keep her from running off. Sandy pulled at his longish hair, her hips rising to meet his mouth. Before long Sandy was on another edge and as she was right at the cusp, Chris’ finger added pressure that made her scream out her release. Her taste was sweet, her whimpers were even sweeter.

“Chris, stop, oh God!”

He moved away, wiping his mouth as she squirmed on the bed. He could see her wetness leaking out onto the bed and his fingers were drawn back to her opening. Pushing back at her wetness and feeling her barrier, Chris wasn’t sure he would fit. He didn’t like the idea of hurting her. It wasn’t his cup of tea and he pulled away, having to take her pleasure as his own.

“Where are you going?”

“Nowhere Sandy.”

He wasn’t moving towards her anymore and when he lay down next to her, he was still wearing his pants. “Is that it?”

Chris closed his eyes and groaned. He didn’t want it to be it, but it looked like he was not going to have a choice. “I can’t Sandy, I’m sorry.”

She looked at him like he was crazy. “What do you mean you can’t? You don’t want me?”

He sighed and pulled her in against him. “It’s not like that Sandy. I didn’t know.”

“Didn’t know what?”

“That you weren’t ready.”

“I am though.” She sat up and moved to kiss him, her breasts smashing against her chest. Sandy straddled him in his jeans and he groaned as he watched her.

“What are you doing?”

“Just kissing you.” She sat back up, her skirt pushed down and her heat making his own jeans uncomfortable. He was too hard and every inch of him was trying to get out of his confines. She was driving him crazy and Sandy seemed oblivious to how close he was to losing it.

He picked her up and set her down on his hardness, pressing her down as hard as he could as his hips pressed upwards. She moaned and instead of moving off, touched the front of his pants softly with her hand. He was so hot underneath her. “I am ready for more Chris. I want you to be my first.”

His dark eyes closed and he lifted her up, setting her on his chest while his hands freed him from his clothing. Chris’ member moved to touch the skin of her ass and he jerked with the touch. Sandy felt the weight of him on her backside and it made her jerk. Chris pulled her face down for another kiss and when she moved back up, he was pointed at her core and she stopped with the sudden pressure. Sandy’s eyes closed. “Move back if you are ready. I am not going to move.”

She whimpered with his answer and a little more pressure on his slick head. He felt so hard and big behind her. It wasn’t what she had expected, though she had heard that it would hurt. It wasn’t the first time that she had considered it, but the first time she had ever felt it against her like that. She had never gone so far before.

Sandy tried to push back on him, gasping as the pain became more intense, but she couldn’t push it through. Crying out, she was getting frustrated. Looking down at Chris, he was gritting his teeth, trying not to surge upwards. He had promised, but he wanted to take it back. Cursing, his hands went to her hips. Not to push down, but give her a little weighted reminder.

“It won’t…”

She sat back as his hands pushed her down, tearing into place as they both moaned loudly. Chris’ sounded like a strangled cry and his hips moved upwards without any thought. Sandy braced herself on his chest, trying desperately not to move. Sandy felt like she had been ripped apart, but the pain was quickly replaced with a deep, aching need for more. Panting, she finally met his gaze. “It did.”

Sandy smiled for a second before his throbbing rod surged deeper. Her head fell back and she lifted up slowly, letting herself grip him as he left her. He was only halfway out before he was pulling her back down to him. She was tight, but so wet, her barrier no longer able to keep him out. She was meant for him, lovingly embracing and squeezing every inch that he had to offer. “Oh God Chris, I am coming!”

This time her orgasm was different, so much fuller, taking away all thought from her mind and breath from her lungs. Chris helped her descent over and over again. All she could do was hold on as he started to drill her from below, his hands moving her up and down on him as if she weighed nothing. His own need was pushing him higher and each spasm through her, made his body release. Groaning, his hot seed spurted deep against her womb.

Sandy collapsed on his chest. He moved her off of him, pulling out of her red love tunnel. She was panting and curled in against him. Chris wanted to lay there forever, satisfied so much more than just a sexual release. He felt like he had given her part of his soul in the middle of it and now he wanted to stay with her. But his mind went to Wade. It would mean the end of them and it was a hard pill to swallow, but it had to be done.

He waited until she was asleep next to him before he disentangled himself from her soft body. Chris looked back one last time, wondering if he would ever see her again. The very thought that he wouldn’t, almost pushed him back into bed with her. But he had to go. It had been too many years planning what he would do to the man that ruined his life. It was his right to seek vengeance.

Chapter 8

Chris didn’t want to leave her but he had to, even though it was one of the hardest things he had ever had to do. After what had just happened between them, Chris wished that he was the man he used to be. Before Wade ruined his life and killed his cousin. Chris wished more than anything that he could just let it go and walk away. Go back to the small hotel room and wake her up, sliding himself home in her silken folds.

Instead he went towards the gated community. He was not alone, several of his men from the gang with him. It was almost dark when they got close enough to see the man’s house. While Chris had the code, he wanted to make sure the place wasn’t packed like it was last time, so they were coming in from the rear by the back gate.

As soon as the house came into view, everyone there knew that there was not going to be any reckoning that evening. The man’s house was surrounded by police cars and as they watched, several men were taken into custody, including Wade. It was mixed feelings as he watched them get led away and put into the back of a cop car. It didn’t look like something small and temporary. There were far too many police officers there. It was obviously a concerted effort on the police’s side.

Vin grabbed him back and cursed. “Fuck Chris, what is going on?”

He didn’t know. It was a strange feeling. The man he hated was so close, yet so far away at the same time. There was no telling what was going on or how long Wade was going to be gone. “We need to get out of here Chris. There are cops everywhere.”

Chris pulled back, but knew that his friend was right. It wouldn’t look good, them outside of his house. If they hadn’t been so busy with Wade and his many armed men, they probably would have seen them. Chris followed Vin and the others down the embankment and back to their bikes.

“You coming over Chris? See if we can figure out what is going on?”

He shook his head, he wasn’t sure. Then he remembered that Sandy was still back in his bed. “No, I am going back to the motel for a bit. I will call you in a little while. See if you can figure out what happened.”

Vin agreed, but wondered what it was that was more important than getting this straightened up. “Alright man, call me when you are ready to figure this out.”

He said he would and drove back to the small motel in a daze. Chris was almost convinced that she would be gone, but when he opened the door, she was just how he had left her. Chris hadn’t been gone long after all.

Sandy started to stir when he shut the door. He passed her phone and she had almost ten missed calls. There was an urge to see who was calling her so much, but he made himself look away. “It looks like you have some missed calls you might want to get. I don’t want someone worrying about you.”

She smiled up at him and for a second he couldn’t breathe. As soon as she saw the phone though and went through the missed calls, her smile had died. Getting up out of bed with only her skirt on, someone so modest hours before, didn’t seem bothered that she was practically naked.

“What happened?”

Sandy sat down on the edge of the bed, listening to whoever it was on the other side. “No. I am fine. I wasn’t home.”

“Okay thanks.”

She hung up and just sat there for a moment. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just heard some bad news, but I knew it was coming.”

“You know about your father getting arrested?” He was shocked, but not as shocked as she was.

“How did you know about that?”

“Because I was here to see your father.”

“Well I am sorry Chris. He did something horrible and I wasn’t going to let him do it again. So I made sure he couldn’t.”

“What did you do?”

She looked down and the guilt rushed in. “I made sure he couldn’t do it to anyone else and ruin anymore lives. You have no idea what kind of man he is Chris.”

“I came here to kill your father. He killed my cousin, had me framed and that is why I am here Sandy. I do understand.”

“He is not a problem anymore. He will go to jail for a very long time.”

“How do you know that he won’t just buy his way out of it?”

“Because I know. There is an eye witness and he won’t do anything to her.”

“How do you know?”

“I just do.” Sandy didn’t want to talk about it anymore. She had put her father away for probably the rest of his life and she had to, but she didn’t want to think about it anymore. In a way she had saved him though. Chris would have gotten what he wanted. She had saved them both, though neither one would ever know it and her father would hate her for it.

“Can’t we just go to bed?”

“Bed?”

“That’s what you want to do isn’t? I hear you have been locked up for a while. Figured that would make you due for some more.”

His eyes darkened and the look sent a shiver through her.

A Bad Boy Football Sports Romance

By: Carly White

Chapter 1

Curt

I watched her walk across the field, laughing and tossing her black hair back. It was the second time I had seen her that week, before that never. I thought I knew every girl at school, but she was something all-together different. She was wearing a uniform from the local all-girl college on the other side of town. Those uniforms were made to drive men wild and it was doing a very good job of it. When I looked around, I was not the only one admiring the view.

Last time, the woman had just stayed for a minute, watching us play, but this time her and two of her friends were headed to the coach. I had a moment of jealousy, wondering if he was some kind of sugar daddy. She was too young and too hot to be with a man like Steve LaBelle. When I saw her give him a hug and a peck on the cheek, it was almost confirmed.

“I don’t know why you always look at things you can’t have Curt. She is off-limits and out of your league.”

“No one is out of my league.”

“She is.”

“Who is she?” I had to know where she came from and who she was. Why had I not seen her at any of the clubs or bars in town?

“That’s the coach’s youngest daughter.”

I looked over at Nick surprised. “What do you mean?”

He laughed and slapped me on the back before walking off. “I told you she was off limits.”

I heard his voice, but didn’t look back over, too wrapped up in the woman in front of me. My jealousy was gone, but Nick was right. There was no way that I could ever be anything to her. I was the star quarterback and though my time in school was ending and I was on my way to the NFL, the coach was like a second father to me. I had been playing for him for almost four years and I knew how protective he was of his daughters. It now made sense why no one ever seen them at games. They were too pretty and they would have been a target for guys like me.

I didn’t want to think that I couldn’t have her, already taking her several times in my fantasies. There was nothing wrong with thinking of it, though even that made me feel a slight twinge of guilt. If her legs weren’t so long, chest so bouncy, I may have been able to ignore her, but I couldn’t. Women like her were made to be looked at, I was sure of it.

Getting back to practice, I got sacked twice when my attention was taken away from the game and to the sidelines. The two girls that were with her had went to sit in the nearby stands, while the father and daughter seemed to argue about something. I wondered how old she was. If she was in college, she was old enough, but she didn’t look much older than that. I tried to remember Steve talking about how old they were, he had three of them, but I couldn’t remember.

She was getting more upset and I could hear her tone rising, but not the words that she was saying. It was clear she wanted something and her father wasn’t so enthused about it. I wanted to get closer and hear what it was about, but I knew better.

Out of nowhere, the ball hit me in the chest and I grabbed it out of reflex. Seconds later I was being tackled by two of my teammates. When I cursed them, I was told to pay attention. I nodded, letting them know that I was in the wrong, but I looked back to what was distracting me. The pair was gone and I felt a sinking in my stomach for a moment. What was it that the woman had over me? I have never even spoken a word to her, yet I was already enduring physical discomfort in her pursuit.

I tried to ignore the sidelines and the door going into the building as much as I could. I did a good enough job that I didn’t get plowed over again, but there was still the constant cast of my eyes in that direction. I was saddened when I didn’t see her again. Looking around, it was Nick that ran into me, laughing at me really. “You are going to get yourself killed by the coach or on the field. Pay attention.”

I nodded and mumbled something that even I didn’t understand. “Are you going to tell me that you didn’t find her hot? In that school girl outfit, it did nothing for you?”

“Well hell yeah, but like the two with her, they are all off limits. Beyond the fact that they are from Carvor Prep and won’t look at you anyways, she is the coach’s daughter. Don’t screw up your chances at pro because you want to look under her skirt.”

I knew he was right, of course I did. How could I not? But that didn’t change the fact that it was all I wanted to do and the more I thought about it, the more I didn’t care who her daddy was. I looked back one last time as we were lining up. Lana was coming out of the office with her father in tow and it looked like she had gotten her way. The coach was frowning and she was smiling. I couldn’t help but smile with her and then I heard Nick in front of me and decided that I didn’t want to cause any attention to me.

The coach moved to the team and yelled for a few minutes. We had a game the next day and there was the where and when to meet. I was riding in with Nick instead of taking the bus. Coach Steve frowned upon it, but like most everything else in my life, football made it a little easier. He could buckle down and make me take the bus, but he wanted to keep his quarterback happy. Like most older men that played the sport at one point, he spent the rest of his life living the thrill through others. Coaching gave him that thrill and he was more worried about winning then the players were.

I walked up to him after practice, my eyes scanning behind and beside him but the raven-haired beauty was gone.

“What do you want Curt?”

“I was wondering if you had any tips for Lakeview. Last time we played them it didn’t end so well and there is supposed to be recruits in the stands tonight.”

“I thought you already got an offer.”

I nodded, “Several, but I am hoping that Nick does as well.”

Steve sized me up. He knew that I was not telling the truth. It would have helped if I could keep my eyes from looking for her, but I was unable. “You know that Nick isn’t going to get one Curt. Sometimes you have to leave behind some of your life. He is going to be one of them that you have to let go. We have talked about it before.”

His tone had taken on more of the fatherly quality and I knew that he didn’t see through me. He thought I was worried about Nick, which I was. Nick was mediocre and while I was going on to the big times, he was going to have to actually use his degree to get some kind of job, always wishing that he could still be playing. I felt the same honor that I would be able to go on and do what I love for a few more years. Playing into that, I used his tender heart to get an invitation to dinner.

It didn’t happen often and I was surprised. I was more interested in who else in his family was going to be there, but I didn’t ask. I knew when not to push it and that was one of those moments.

“Thanks Sir. I will be there at five. I still remember the cake your wife brought in for championship.”

“Lavie is a good cook, part of the reason I married her.”

The other reason was she was fine as hell. There was no secret where the daughters got their looks and it wasn’t from the blonde hulk of a man in front of me. I told him I would see him later and walked away with a little more hope for meeting Lana I person. I was tired of seeing her from afar. I knew that if I just met her, maybe the strange pull I had to her would go away. I would realize that she wasn’t as great up-close and that would be the end of the obsession I felt for her.

This is what I told myself anyways.