BULL: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (17 page)

Just as I could feel it building inside me, I gripped her hips and pulled her off. I stood, practically throwing her over my shoulder, and carried her off toward the sliding glass door.

I threw it open as she protested. “Bull! Stop! What are you doing?”

“I want you out there,” I said, putting her down.

“This is crazy. We’re outside!”

“So?” I kissed her hard as she leaned back against the balcony. I held her hips tight. “I fucking own this floor. Nobody can hear us. It’s just us and the fucking city.” I spun her around and spread her legs, bending her over. She gripped the balcony and looked out over the city.

“Holy shit,” she moaned. “This is crazy.”

I pressed my cock deep inside her. “Fuck, I want the whole city to see me fuck this tight pussy.” I began to slide in and out before reaching around to work her clit with my fingers.

“Someone is going to see,” she moaned, but she didn’t move to stop me.

“You like that, don’t you? You want us to get fucking caught.” I slammed my cock into her. I took her hair and tipped her head back and whispered in her ear. “I want the whole city to see how you’re fucking mine. Do you hear me? You’re mine now, all fucking mine.”

“Yes,” she moaned. “I’m yours. Take me. Oh fuck, come on, Bull, take me.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I slapped her ass hard and began to fuck her like I wanted to, rough and without mercy. She was a dirty fucking girl, and I knew she could take my cock, so I was going to make her never forget this. I pulled her hair roughly as I fucked her tight pussy, slamming myself deep inside her soaking spot.

“Look at that fucking city,” I whispered in her ear. “That’s our fucking city now. You feel me deep inside you? That’s our fucking city.” I began to fuck her hard and slow, my free hand working her clit.

She moaned, pressing up against me, using the balcony for leverage. “I’m yours, Bull,” she moaned. “Fuck the city. I’m yours.”

“That’s right. You’re mine. Fuck the city. This fucking perfect little ass is all I need.” I slapped it hard and went back to fucking her rough.

I wanted to come deep inside her, but I wanted her to scream my name over the city first. I wanted the whole fucking world to know that this dripping cunt was all mine. I fucked her rough, savage, and wild, and she began to work her hips back against me.

I could see the sweat dripping down her skin as her moans got louder, more intense. “Keep going,” she groaned as I slapped her ass nice and hard. “I’m so close.”

I slapped her ass hard again and fucked her, my mind completely blank. The only thing I could see was Charley and her body working against me. I fucked her hard, my hands gripping her hips as she worked back against me.

Her body began to shudder and stiffen. She said my name, over and over, moaning so loudly that I thought the whole fucking country would hear. I loved it, the way she fucking came on my big cock, loud and out of control. That was how I wanted my girls, wanted them to fuck, loud and out of control. I slammed into her, not holding back, not giving her a rest. She was going to take my big cock and she was going to beg for more.

Her whole back stiffened as she came. I could feel it building in myself, and the way she was sweating and riding my dick pushed me over the edge. I could feel the orgasm slowly burst through my body as I came deep inside her tight little pussy

I filled her with my hot cum, groaning as I came. “Fuck, yes, Bull,” she moaned, working me. “Come inside me. Fill me up.”

I grunted as my orgasm slowly finished. I stepped back, panting and soaking wet, and she slowly slid down to sit on the ground. I laughed and sat down beside her.

She rested her head on my shoulder. “That was crazy,” she said.

“Get used to it. You’re with me now.”

She lifted her head and looked into my eyes. “You mean that?”

“I mean it.” I took her chin. “You’re mine now. No more fucking bullshit.”

“Okay,” she said.

I kissed her lips, and then she pressed her face against my chest.

This was my girl. I didn’t know what the future would bring, but she had my baby inside her. I was going to take care of her, and I was going to take care of my baby, and that was all I needed to know.

We sat there on my balcony, sweating and comfortable, and I’d never felt better in my entire life.

I
was so nervous
, I thought I might throw up. Bull squeezed my hand and smiled at me.

“It’s going to be okay,” he said. “Just relax. We know what we’re doing, right?”

“Right.”

“And it’s good. Remember that. It’s damn good.”

“All thanks to you.”

He laughed. “No. All thanks to you. I just answered your fucking questions. You wrote the thing.”

I sighed and didn’t feel like arguing.

Over the past week, we’d done nothing but work on the article. Well, we did that and then we had sex. Lots of sex. The kind of sex that made me want to cross my legs just thinking about it. We slept together, and then we write the article, and then we slept together again.

Okay, let’s face it. We fucked. We weren’t sleeping; we were fucking. I couldn’t describe what we were doing any better than that, and I absolutely loved it.

The office was unusually warm, although that could have just been my nerves. Bull was dressed up in an outfit Lacy Gray had chosen for him. I didn’t really like Lacy, but she was very good at her job, so I couldn’t complain. Besides, we needed her help, especially now.

She had set this meeting up, which was weird, considering we were meeting with my boss. Coop had seemed annoyed at first, but when he figured out that Bull would actually be here too, he couldn’t say no.

“Charley,” the secretary said finally, “he’ll see you guys now.”

“Thanks,” I said, standing up.

Bull stood up beside me. I was surprised all over again by just how big the man was. He looked like a giant on the field, but in person he was even bigger.

“Let’s do it,” he said softly, and he squeezed my hand one last time before dropping it.

I nodded, and then we walked back through the office. I caught Dee’s eye for just a moment, and I couldn’t help but smile at the pure hatred and jealousy that I saw there. No matter what happened in the meeting, that look was so absolutely worth it.

We got to Coop’s door and I knocked.

“Come in,” he called out.

I opened it and stepped inside. Bull followed me. He shut the door and we took our seats in front of my boss’s desk.

He frowned at me. “Charley,” he said. “Mister Dixon.”

“Bull,” he grunted in reply. “Just Bull.”

“Okay, Bull. It’s an honor to meet you.”

“Sure.”

Coop looked at me. “This is pretty weird, Charley. Normally, my employees don’t set up a meeting through a PR firm.”

“I know. But you understand why we did it?”

He stared at me, his face hard. Coop looked stressed, more stressed than usual. I could only assume it was because of the copy of the article we sent him the night before.

The article said everything we wanted it to say and more. It spoke about Bull’s beginnings, about his childhood with his deadbeat dad and his useless mom. It spoke about how he was inspired at a young age to work hard to get out of his hometown, to better himself.

And then it spoke about his father’s death and the mob. Things were dark for a while in Bull’s life, but because of his unusual talent, he was able to secure a full ride to a good university. He was one of the best college players in the country, and he had the awards to prove it.

He also had deep ties with the mob. They were helping him out, greasing the wheels in a lot of ways. He was also paying off his debt, little by little, and he was getting more deeply ensnared in their web the more he used them.

Then came the pros. He told me about the money, the parties, the women, and the mob. He paid them off, but that wasn’t enough. They had him, and because of that he used their services, paying a premium. He threw party after party just to keep the mafia happy.

I also wrote about his charities. I wrote about him volunteering at local cancer hospitals and about his involvement with Make-A-Wish.

I wrote about everything, sparing no details. Bull came off as a real man, flawed but inherently good, and it was the best thing I had ever written.

And Coop was the second person to read it. Not even Lacy Gray got to read a copy. Only Bull and Coop had seen the whole thing.

“It’s unbelievable,” he said finally.

“So you like it?”

He shook his head. “I do. If you can prove a lot of this stuff, and it gets past my fact checkers, well, this is probably the best story I’ve ever read in my entire career.”

That made me want to stand up and scream for joy. I couldn’t believe Coop liked it, much less was willing to rave about it. Bull grinned at me.

“So then you want it?” I asked him.

“Of course I want it.”

“Hold up now,” Bull said, jumping in. “This is where I get involved.”

Coop cocked his head at Bull. “How’s that?”

“We’re raising the price for this article.”

Coop frowned. “How much?”

“Fifty grand.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Good joke.”

“I’m serious. Fifty grand. We have meetings with every big publication in the country, but we’re offering it to you first.”

“I can’t do fifty grand.” Coop leaned back in his chair. “Plus, Charley works here. Everything she writes belongs to us.”

“No,” Bull said, “it doesn’t. And I have an army of very expensive lawyers that will say otherwise.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“No. I’m telling you that if you try to pull that bullshit, I will sue this company until it goes bankrupt. I have the resources and the desire. All I need is for you to test me.”

Coop just shook his head, completely taken aback. “I don’t know what to say. Fifty thousand is a lot of money. I can’t make this deal.”

“Okay,” Bull said. “That’s fine. We’ll go elsewhere.” He stood up.

“Wait,” Coop said. “Wait a second. That doesn’t mean I can’t get it done.”

“Don’t waste my time,” Bull said.

“I’m not. Please, sit.”

Bull slowly sat back down. I couldn’t have been prouder.

“Fifty thousand,” Bull said again.

“Okay,” Coop answered. “I want this story. I’ll make some calls and get it done.”

“We have another meeting tomorrow. You have until then to decide, or else someone else will have the chance to buy it.”

“Fine,” he said. Coop looked at me. “Congratulations, Charley. Looks like you’ve outgrown me.”

“Thanks, Coop.”

He shrugged. “Good luck out there, kid.”

“I don’t need luck,” I said, and smiled at Bull.

We all shook hands, and then we left Coop’s office. I couldn’t believe how well that had gone. I felt like we had just won some kind of battle, although really we had just sold a story.

We left the office calmly. Dee was nowhere in sight, but I didn’t really look for her. We got into the elevator and the doors slowly shut.

Bull turned to me.

I laughed and threw my arms around him.

He lifted me into his arms, hugging me hard. “We did it,” he said.

“You did it.”

“Fuck, we did it together.” He put me down and kissed me hard. “God, you’re so fucking sexy to me right now.”

“Stop this elevator. You can have me right here.”

“I bet I can.” He smiled, and we laughed together.

I felt so giddy and lighthearted. I couldn’t believe that had gone down so well. We were getting fifty grand, and we were one step closer to finally being free of the mafia.

After this, after we finally fixed things and paid them their money, they wouldn’t be able to hurt us anymore.

And we had done this together. I wrote the article, but it had been Bull’s idea from the start to write it the way I had. Bull told me the stories, and we worked together on the details. It was his idea, and I couldn’t have done it without him.

We were a team. We were a damn good team, and I couldn’t believe we were really pulling this off.

Soon, we would be raising a baby together. And if this last week meant anything, I had a feeling we were going to make great parents. Great parents were always a great team together, and I knew I could do anything with Bull.

Only a week ago, I felt like I was drowning and like I couldn’t do anything to save myself. But now that I had Bull, I felt secure and safe for the first time since everything had started. He made me feel that way. He made me feel like the world was going to be okay.

That was all because of Bull. He took what was broken and he made it right.

We slowly broke apart as the elevator reached the ground floor. He took my hand in his massive palm, and we walked out into the foyer and left that building together.