BULL: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (11 page)

B
ull’s driver
brought me back to my apartment, and I went quickly upstairs, my heart beating fast in my chest.

I couldn’t believe how I had felt when I watched Bull fight those two guys. Well, fight wasn’t the word for it, more like dominate. I had actually heard the one guy’s nose break as Bull smashed his face.

It was exhilarating. I’d never seen a man fight for me before, and I never thought I’d want one to. Except watching Bull take those guys down was so exciting that it absolutely terrified me.

I quickly got changed and showered just to have something to do. When I was done, I got my purse and pulled the lipstick camera out, plugging it into my laptop.

I’d had the good sense to get a few pictures while I was there. I had even taken some right in front of Bull, and he hadn’t seemed to notice. I had managed to get a few more behind his back, including when he smashed the second guy’s skull into the wall.

I flipped through the imagines, frowning. They were really good. You could clearly see some famous people in the background, and at least one of them was doing a line of coke. And the pictures of Bull’s fight were crystal clear and shocking.

As I stared at the images again, my heart was pounding in my chest. I saw the guys again in slow motion, heard Ryan’s voice, and watched as Bull took care of them.

I’d had to get out of there, though. I couldn’t hang around, not with Ryan in the apartment. It just felt too strange, and besides, Ryan knew who I was. It was only a matter of time until he told Bull, and then all of this would be over.

I had to get my article before then. I needed more dirt, as much as I could find before Bull figured out my secret.

But as I imagined myself writing the scandalous article, I felt Bull’s lips against my neck, his words in my ear. I felt his hand in my hair, pulling it back, and the way he kissed me sent shivers down my spine. I would have let him take me right then and there, despite my protests, if Ryan and those two guys hadn’t come in and interrupted us.

Maybe it was for the best. I could try to see Bull a couple more times, refrain from drinking to keep myself composed, and try not to get too tangled up with him. Which basically meant try not to sleep with him, although that was clearly a pretty impossible task.

Still, I had to try. I was being a horrible person and I knew it, all to this guy who didn’t really seem to deserve it. I was desperately trying to think of an alternative way out of my situation, but I had no clue what it might be.

I didn’t want to do this anymore. I didn’t want to do this to Bull.

Suddenly, there was a knock at my door. I nearly jumped out of my seat. I checked the time on my laptop, and it was just after midnight.

I had a horrible feeling in my gut. Nobody good would show up at my door this late. The last guy to knock without buzzing ended up being the mafia man. Maybe it was him again, coming to check up on me, or maybe coming to do something worse. I was suddenly afraid.

I got up and went to the door. “Who is it?”

“It’s me.”

I let out a breath.

“Bull, what are you doing here?”

“Open up. I don’t want to yell through a door.”

I opened the door a crack. Bull grinned in at me. He was holding a dark duffel bag on his right shoulder.

“Why are you here?”

“You ran out. I wanted to check on you.”

I opened up. “I’m fine. I just needed some distance.”

He shrugged and came into my apartment. I sighed and shut the door behind me before quickly walking over to my laptop and shutting the lid. He watched me with a slight smile on his face, but he didn’t say anything about me acting suspicious.

“Got a drink?” he asked.

“Uh, sure.” I walked into the kitchen and rooted around in the bottom cupboard. I found an old bottle of whisky that someone bought me for my birthday two years ago. “How’s this?”

He took the bottle from me. “It’ll do.” He cracked it open. I handed him a glass and he poured himself a drink. He sipped it.

“Okay, you have a drink. What now?”

“Ah, right.” He opened up the bag he was holding. He took out the big dildo and held it up for me. “Your prize. You left without claiming it.”

“What about my other prize?”

He laughed. “Which is?”

“For winning our bet.”

“You’ll have to come back to my place then and claim it.”

“Maybe another night. It’s late.”

“I know. Why did you let me in?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “You were here.”

“But we both know why I’m here.”

“To give this back to me?” I held up the dildo.

“Something like that.”

I put the dildo down on the table. “What are we doing, Bull?”

“Standing in your kitchen and talking.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

“I know.” He stared at me for a second. “I don’t have a real answer for you.”

“I don’t expect you to. I just—I don’t know. I wanted to know what you’re thinking. I feel like I barely know you.” My heart was beating fast in my chest.

“What do you want to know?”

“Why are you involved with the mafia?”

He laughed. “Easy. When my father died, he left my mother a bunch of debt, most of it to the mafia for gambling. I took on her debt, and when I went pro, I paid it all off.”

I stared at him, surprised. “So you’re involved with them because you helped your mom out?”

“And because my father was an asshole.”

“That’s all it is?”

He laughed. “Basically. They did some other things for me early on, erased a few blemishes, smoothed my past over, made people respect me.”

“But didn’t you pay them back?”

“I did, but that’s not enough for them. They own me now, no matter how much money I give them.”

“Why haven’t you gone to the police?”

He laughed again, finishing his drink. “That’s not how this works, and you know it.”

I nodded, frowning. “So that’s how you got those pictures erased from the internet, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he grunted. “I paid a mafia guy to take care of it. Just one more thing they can hold over my head when they inevitably turn on me.”

“Isn’t there anything you can do?”

He stepped toward me, shaking his head.

“I’ve made my peace with it, Charley. I’m the bad guy, remember? I’m the bad boy of football, and that’s all anybody wants to hear about. Sure, I can bitch and moan about how I’ve been fucked over by the mafia, but I’m not that kind of man.” He stopped inches away from me, and I felt a sharp pang in my stomach. I realized I was dripping wet and staring into his eyes. “I’d rather hit assholes on the field and make money than bitch and moan. I don’t have time for that pussy shit.”

He took me by the waist and pulled me against him.

“You should try,” she said softly.

“Try what?”

“To change people’s minds. What if they saw what you showed me? Maybe you wouldn’t have to be the bad guy.”

He laughed softly. “I like being a bad boy, girl. We have more fun.”

He kissed me hard, his lips pressing roughly against mine, and I felt myself dip into his kiss. My body pressed hard against his, and I took a sharp breath as his hands slowly grazed along my skin.

I grabbed his hand, stopping him, and then slowly dropped to my knees. He smirked at me as I unbuckled his belt.

“Fuck, girl. You seem so sweet, but I know what you’re really like.”

“How am I really, Bull?”

I pulled down his pants and his underwear, revealing his massive, hard cock. I bit my lip, taking it into my hand and slowly stroking his length.

“You’re a bad fucking girl.” He pressed my head down and I took his cock into my mouth, pressing it between my lips. “You’re a sexy, bad fucking girl who doesn’t give a fuck about anything, and I love pressing my cock between your pretty little lips. You can barely fucking take me.”

I groaned as I slowly sucked his length. His hands were rough in my hair as he pressed me down, deeper and deeper.

I didn’t know what had come over me, but I wanted to taste him so badly. Maybe I was feeling guilty because of the article, or maybe I just wanted to make him feel good.

Because Bull wasn’t an evil person. Maybe he did things his own way and was a bad boy, but he wasn’t evil. He helped his family and ran a charity. He didn’t choose to get involved with the mafia; they found him and he was pushed into that position.

I looked up at him as I sucked his tip, and he groaned, running his fingers through my hair. “Watch me with those pretty eyes,” he grunted. “I want you to watch me while you suck that fucking cock.”

I went back to work, sucking along his length, working his shaft with my free hand. I wanted to make him feel something, wanted to give him something, but I realized that I was just as hungry for him. I loved the way he pressed my mouth down along his length and the way it tasted on my tongue.

He groaned, pushing his thick cock into my throat. I was dripping wet, excitement running through my spine.

He released me and I gasped. He grinned down at me. “Fuck you’re beautiful.” He pulled me to my feet and kissed me hard as he easily pulled off my shorts, his fingers finding my dripping pussy.

Pleasure rolled through me as he began to work my clit. He rolled along my skin as he kissed my mouth, and I shivered. I took his cock in my hand and began to work his shaft while he slowly pressed his fingers deep inside me.

I groaned and pressed myself harder against him, kissing him like I couldn’t get enough of his mouth. His fingers pressed deep inside me, and I groaned against his lips. He pistoned them deep inside me, and I lost my grip on his cock, grabbing onto his thick shoulders.

“That’s right,” he grunted in my ear. “You’re fucking mine. Give in to me, Charley.”

He moved his fingers back and then lifted me into the air. I gasped as he placed me down on the countertop. He peeled my panties off and tossed them aside before spreading my legs wide.

“Look at you,” he said, “so fucking pretty.”

“Bull!” I said, embarrassed. He was looking at me like he was a starving man and I was a piece of meat.

It made me so excited.

“I can’t help myself,” he said. “Look at you, so fucking pretty.” He began to suck and lick my clit, working my pussy with his mouth. I tipped my head back against the cabinets and moaned. I was doing it again. I was letting myself get taken by Bull the asshole, but I couldn’t stop it. I knew I was way too far gone at this point. He had me, and he was going to do whatever he wanted with me.

He pressed his fingers deep inside me as he sucked my clit, working me, his tongue rolling along my skin. I grabbed his hair, jolts of pleasure rocking through me, and began to press him harder against me. I couldn’t believe how he licked me, like he was born to do it or something. The man was truly gifted with his tongue, and it made me absolutely wild.

His fingers fit just right as he pressed them deep inside me, sliding them in and out of my tight pussy. I was moaning and I couldn’t stop myself, saying his name over and over again

Finally, he pulled back and stripped off his shirt. I gaped at his muscular body and the tattoos that covered his skin. He grabbed his pants and got a condom from his wallet while he smirked at me.

He slowly opened it and rolled it down his length.

“Are you remembering?” he asked me.

“Remembering what?”

“The way my cock feels between your legs. Are you looking at me and remembering how it feels to have me tear you apart?”

“Yes,” I said as he hooked his arms under my legs and slid my ass to the edge of the counter. “Shit, careful.”

“I have you,” he whispered, kissing me softly. “I won’t let you fall.”

“I know.”

He pressed his cock against me, teasing me with his length. I bit my lip, looking into his eyes, and he gently pressed himself deep inside me.

I gasped as he filled me. Bull was large, bigger than anything I’d ever felt before, though he easily slid inside me. I was dripping wet, and I hugged every inch of him.

“Damn girl,” he grunted. “You’re so fucking tight, you know that? I want to feel every fucking part of you.” He slowly began to slide in and out, his lips grazing my neck.

I wrapped my arms around him and laced my fingers in his hair. He began to fuck me faster, deeper, his cock sliding in and out. I spread my legs wide and took him deep inside me, not backing down. I wanted every inch of him, wanted everything he could give me. Bull was so much, the kind of man I’d always dreamed about, even before I understood what I wanted.

He bit my lip and grabbed a handful of my hair. “This is what you like,” he stated. “This cock is what you fucking need.”

“Yes,” I gasped, loving the slight pain, loving how he took me. “Yes, Bull.”

He slammed himself deep inside me. “You’re a dirty fucking girl for me. You’re dripping wet. I want to see that tight little cunt spread wide for me, begging and soaked.”

“I’m begging.” I gasped as he began to slam into me, slow and hard. “Oh god, Bull, I’m begging for it.”

“Damn right you are. You know what you need to do.” He kissed my lips and then tipped my head back against the cabinets again. He began to fuck me harder, merciless and intense. His body was strong and hard as he slammed against me, his muscles ripped and tense. I groaned, taking him, practically out of my mind with him.

He grunted his pleasure, still fucking me hard and deep. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any more intense, he pulled back and took me off the counter. He grabbed my hips and spun me, kicking my legs wide.

“Let me see that ass,” he said, slapping it.

I gasped. “Harder,” I said.

“You filthy fucking girl.” He slapped my ass harder. It stung, and I gripped the counter, but I absolutely loved it. He wrapped his arm around my hips and his fingers found my clit.

“This what you want?” He slapped my ass again as pleasure and pain mixed in my skull. “This round little ass wants me to spank it. You want me to make you fucking cry out, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I hissed, moaning. He worked my clit and slapped my ass, again and again. “Bull,” I gasped.