Play Hard: Bad Boy Sports Romance (34 page)

“It’s dark in here,” she said. “Where’s the light?”

“We shouldn’t turn them on. They know I have a key. If I fire up the lights, someone is going to come by and bother us.”

“I see,” she said. “You want to be alone.”

“Alone with you. Come on.”

I took her hand and led us through the darkness of a storeroom filled with equipment. On the other side of the room, I opened another door. After a quick walk up a ramped hallway, we emerged in the stands for the home team side of the field.

“It looks so small,” she said, gripping a metal railing as she looked over the field.

“Yeah, but I had some of my best memories here. This is when it was about football and sportsmanship, not all the bullshit I have to deal with now.”

“You make it sound like the millions of dollars you make playing isn’t worth it.”

“Oh, it’s worth it,” I said, leaning onto the railing with my forearms. “I just miss the passion of playing the game, you know?”

“I do,” she said. “Being on the diving team made my high school years so much better.”

“I’d love to see you dive again sometime,” I said, turning my head to look at her.

“You have a nice indoor pool.”

“Yeah…”

I put my left arm around her waist and turned to look back at the field. She leaned closer, her breath visible in the cool night air so crisp and fresh.

“It’s cold,” she said.

“We should go inside.”

“You asking to take me under the bleachers.”

I stood up and turned to her with a smile.

“Maybe I am. You got a problem with it?”

She shook her head. I took her hand and led her back down the cement ramp.

“Careful,” I said as we navigated the dark storeroom.

I stopped as we approached a vending machine humming gently and offering just enough light to see her face.

“Clever,” she said as I put my arms around her waist again.

No longer needing words, I bent to kiss her on the lips.

She pulled back.

“What if we get caught?”

“What if we don’t?”

I placed my hand between her legs and bent to kiss her soft wet lips again. She moaned, wrapping her arms around my waist and grabbing my ass. Our tongues and lips danced as if they were at the Prom and a bit tipsy from the spiked punch.

None of the women I had been with over the years mattered a damn bit as we kissed. Andrea had quickly eclipsed even the most memorable ones I’d slept with before. She squeezed my ass with one hand while the other snaked around and grabbed my crotch.

Overcome with passion, I began to undo her clothes. No one would be around so late at night, but feeling her hands on me while lit by the dim glare of a vending machine made me feel so damn alive. Anything she asked of me would be okay.

Her white blouse and bra fell to the floor forgotten and unneeded in the heat of the moment. I licked one nipple then nibbled at it with my lips. I felt her fingers in my hair, pressing my head to her breasts. That chest. Perfection. Nipples so natural.

I made my way back to her face, kissing her lips and sticking my tongue into her mouth.
This is how I’m going to fuck you
, I thought.
Rough, strong and so damn long
. She removed my shirt and gently bit one of my pecs, surprising me. I liked it.

My pants. Her skirt. The floor. I picked her up and carried her to the wall. She wrapped her legs around me with her back to it. I stared into her eyes, my cock so hard. We kissed. Her lips. My tongue. The dance of ecstasy. Condom.

Slowly and gently, I lowered her body. My dick pierced her tight pussy already so wet.

“Yes,” she moaned, her head on my shoulder, biting it.

Holding her hips, I bounced her body up and down, the friction building up so damn quickly.

“Tony,” she purred into my ear then nibbled at the lobe.

The sensation made me shudder as I filled her completely. My muscles and her small, fit body made it easy to lift and maneuver her. I felt her breasts pressed against my chest as our bodies moved as one.

“Lay down,” she hissed.

Not caring where we were anymore, I got to the floor on my ass. As she climbed into my lap, I leaned back, enjoying her pussy engulfing my cock again. On my back, looking up at her beautiful face framed by the ceiling, I grabbed her breasts and massaged them.

She put her palms on my chest, rocking her body as she rode me like there was no tomorrow. Each time her body rose then fell, pleasure coursed through my entire being. I stared into her eyes, never wanting to see another face when making love, such a passionate and personal space.

“Oh, Tony,” she moaned, riding me faster.

Grinding. Squeezing. Slapping. Giving and receiving.

“Fuck me, Andrea.”

The sound of her name on my lips made me even harder as she slid up and down so swiftly.

“That’s so fucking good,” I said, my face contorting. “I’m going to come.”

“Yes, baby. Come for me.”

Her cries got louder as we both approached the moment together, something I’d never timed perfectly with a person before? Is this love? The L-word flashed in my mind as we came together, both of us screaming and groaning, out bodies shaking, still connected.

She collapsed forward, her breasts pressing against me, her face next to mine.

“Oh my,” she said. “We should go.”

I watched her glance around as she sat up.

“You’re so cute.”

“I’m serious. We shouldn’t get caught in here like this. It would mess up your career.”

“Yeah,” I said, propping myself up with my elbows.

She crawled off of me. Both of dressed quickly, not saying much.

“Can you drop me off at me house, please? I have some stuff I need to do.”

“No problem. Me too.”

Outside, we got into my black Escalade, and I drove her home. The silence wasn’t awkward. At least not to me. Leaving that night, still enjoying the afterglow, I felt my life getting better.

SIXTEEN

Tony

The next day, after waking without her in bed next to me, my life took a turn for the worst. It started when I woke to my phone ringing – the Coach’s special ringtone.

“Hello?” I answered as I sat up in bed.

“You’re through,” he said. “It’s over. Don’t come back here.”

I stood up.

“What’s going on? I don’t understand.”

“Keith filled me in on everything. I don’t want you on this team anymore.”

“I have a contract.”

“What you’ve done makes it null and void, son.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Can you tell me what I’m supposed to have done?”

My blood pressure spiked as I paced the floor, getting more pissed by the second.

“You know what you’ve done.”

“I really don’t. He must be lying. I’ve brought a few women to the stadium before to impress them, but you can’t rip up my contract for that, right?”

He laughed.

“You don’t even know what the contract says, do you?”

“My agent and attorney looked it over for me. Will you just tell me what I’m supposed to have done?”

“It’s not the women, Tony. It’s the teenager girls.”

“What?” I shouted into the phone. “That’s crazy.”

“Keith has signed a statement. We’ve called the police. I would lawyer-up if I were you.”

“This is bullshit,” I said, spit coming out of my mouth. “Fucking bullshit!”

“With these accusations, I can’t have you playing for the team. You’ve already tarnished our reputation.”

“Tarnished your reputation for losing,” I snapped, instantly regretting it.

“Bye, Tony.”

After he ended the call, I threw the phone across the room in a fit of rage. It hit the wall, shattering into a half-dozen or more pieces that all fell to the carpet.

“Fuck!” I shouted, wanting to hit something. “Fucking Keith!”

None of the women I’d been involved with were underage. I had gone through the trouble of checking each of them before initiating any sort of contact.

Is Andrea behind this?
I wondered suddenly when she popped into my head. She had told me she was doing a negative story. Is this what she was working on? If so, why would she sleep with me?

Nothing made sense as I took a deep breath to calm myself. My anger took hold, growing. The only person I wanted to see was Andrea. She calmed me. I decided to go to her house unannounced.

SEVENTEEN

Andrea

As Kenneth sat on the opposite side of the couch, I wondered if I would ever get him to leave. He was so damn sweet, but he wasn’t my type of man. Not at all.

“I’d love to read your fiction sometime,” he said.

“I don’t know about that,” I said with a chuckle. “My romance stories are fairly steamy.”

He fidgeted in his seat.

“That’s fine with me.”

While I was certain he was gay because he had never made a move on me, I didn’t bring it up because he had never mentioned it. A commercial on my television across the room played as I thought of how to get him out of my apartment.

“Maybe some other time,” I said. “My idea for a romance novel is a good one, but I don’t have the time to write it.”

“If you found a publisher, they would pay you to write it.”

“I’m sure I’m not good enough for that.”

I sat up on the edge of the couch, hoping he got the hint. He didn’t, leaning back with his hands resting limply in his lap. He was too sweet for me to be mean to him but not exciting enough to make me interested in him as anything other than a friend.

“Well, based on your non-fiction writing, I’m sure you would do great.”

“Aww, thanks,” I said, hoping I wasn’t leading him on.

Unlike Tony, Kenneth routinely looked like an excited puppy when he was around me. I loved the way the football star made me feel in and out of the bedroom.

“So, you’ve actually started writing it?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Yeah, but I’m not ready to have anyone read it yet.”

“I’d love to be the first.”

I heard a knock at the door and stood up, wondering who it might be. Kenneth glanced over at the door, but he didn’t say anything as I walked over and answered it.

Tony stood on the other side, looking as fine as ever in tight jeans and an even tighter white tee-shirt. He looked at me with a fire in his eyes.

“Hey, Tony. Everything okay?”

“No,” he said. “Can I come in?”

“Sure…”

I stepped aside. He stepped in. Kenneth stood up from the couch.

“Am I interrupting something here?” Tony asked angrily.

“Come on, Tony. It’s not what you think. Kenneth works with me.”

I put my hand on Tony’s thick arm, hoping to settle him down. His anger scared me.

“I’ve got to leave,” Kenneth said as he walked over. “I’ll talk to you about the book tomorrow at work.”

He smiled at me, acting as if Tony wasn’t even in the room. As I saw them next to each other, the differences in their bodies became even more apparent.

“Nice to meet you, Kenneth,” Tony said sarcastically as he stretched out his hand.

Kenneth looked at it then shook it with his own. From the look on his face, Tony gripped his hand tightly.

“Okay, you two met. Great. Kenneth is leaving now.”

“Anything for you,” he said to me with that lost puppy look.

Tony stepped forward and puffed out his chest.

“Goodnight, Kenneth.”

He waved at me then left. I shut the door behind him then turned to Tony with a frown on my face.

“Why are you just showing up here at me house unannounced.”

“I thought we were in a relationship,” he said. “And I’m upset.”

“Obviously. You were kind of a dick to Kenneth.”

“The guy who’s in love with you and hanging out at your house? That Kenneth?”

“He’s not in love with me. You don’t need to be an asshole.”

“Oh, I’m the asshole?” He snorted and shook his head. “You’re making me even madder.”

“You? What about me? There’s nothing going on with me and Kenneth, but you don’t own me.”

“I didn’t come here to fight,” he said, staring into my eyes.

“Why did you come here? To check up on me? I didn’t take you for the jealous type.”