Game On (A Bad Boy Sports Romance) (38 page)

              Even with his shades on, I could see the terror in Nick’s face at this revelation. He gulped, backing away as though he fully expected Marc to fly into a murderous rage. But Marc simply shrugged.

              “Well, you two are good for each other, then. Invite me to the wedding,” he remarked simply, turning away and taking me by the hand as we walked off down the hallway.

              “You’re gonna regret this! You’ll never do better than me!” Selena screamed after us.

              But Marc and I looked at each other and he was grinning the kind of carefree smile I had never expected to see on such a serious face. He looked like he’d won the lottery. I mean, he
had
just won an immensely important match, but I think that most of all he was just glad to have won… me.

              As we stepped out into the evening air, I caught sight of Alice waving at me from several yards away. She was getting into the SUV with Trina and Dequan, who were waving, too. It was understood that I would go with Marc. He was the one who needed me most right now.

              Marc wrapped me in his arms and held me tight, his hard body heaving with emotion as we stood there locked together. I’d dreamed of this moment every night for weeks, and now it was here. Despite everything, we had wound up in each other’s arms again. I knew it would be a struggle to make things work, to compromise our wildly different lifestyles, but in my heart I was sure that it would be more than worth it.

              Finally, both of us had to give love a fighting chance.

              “Are you kidding? Jameson has been the leading middle-weight for years, there’s no way an up-and-comer like O’Brian could take him out this late in the season,” I said between bites of toast, glaring at Alice from across the table.

              “I mean, sure, Jameson’s got the experience, but he’s getting
old
!”

              I gave her an incredulous look, and I opened my mouth to argue more as I stuck my fork into a piece of egg when Gemma coming downstairs grabbed my attention.

              “Knock it off, you two,” she chided, stepping into the kitchen with a small magazine in her hand and giving Alice a light bop on the head with it. I shot her a “take
that
” look across the table, but Gemma gave me a smack too when she reached me. I gave a huff, but she leaned down and planted a kiss on my mouth that quieted me.

              Alice rolled her eyes across the table as she finished her breakfast. “Alright, Gemma, I’ll leave
you
to set Marc straight when it comes to the boxing championships. I don’t know what fights he’s been watching, but he must be stuck in the 80s. I’ve got to get to practice, my instructor wanted to meet me at the rink early today.”

              “Alright, sis, take it easy, alright? We’re still going to try dinner at that Spanish place tonight. Save room for tapas!”

              Alice grinned as she got her bag and headed for the door. “Um, I literally always have room for tapas? Later!”

              As the door shut, Gemma and I were left alone in the kitchen, and her lidded eyes fell on me as she smiled, her hands slipping around my shoulders.

              It hadn’t taken long since the fight for me and Gemma to move in together. But that bachelor pad I’d been used to near the Strip wasn’t the kind of place I wanted to bring her and Alice to live. Fortunately for us, the prize money from that fight and the next half-dozen I won was more than enough for me to sell the place and buy a new one on the outskirts of the city.

              Now we were in a villa that had a gorgeous view of the desert, and it had all the Spanish-style ranch charm that I missed about my old hometown. It was just like everything I’d envisioned when I was growing up, long before all this money was even in my wildest dreams.

              But not even that could have come close to rivaling the love I had with Gemma.

              “Hey,” she said softly as she brought her face down to rest on my shoulder, leaning into my cheek.

              “Hey,” I said back, a grin playing across my face.

              “I never would have thought any of this would come from you walking into my session, you know,” she said, nuzzling me gently, and my hand reached back to stroke her leg as I turned my neck up for her. “Maybe we ought to get your muscles torn more often.”

              I chuckled, turning to meet her lips in a kiss, my tongue delving into her. “If we do, it might take a lot more healing to get me back in shape.”

              “Let’s see what we can do,” she said in a low tone, and my cock was already stiffening when she started to slip her shirt off.

              She was wearing nothing but a shirt and leggings, and as the former was tossed across the room, exposing her breasts, I wasted no time in wrapping my hands around her, bringing my mouth to her nipples and sucking on them ferociously. Her gasps filled the room as I helped her work her leggings off, leaving her totally exposed before me there in the kitchen. I tore my own shirt off, exposing my rippling muscles as I trailed down to her cunt as her hands ran up and down my sides, feeling every muscle, every part of me that gave me strength.

              Standing up, I lifted her as if she were made of paper, sitting her on the kitchen table as I buried my face in her lower lips.

              “Oh, fuck,” she gasped as my tongue lashed out, drawing across her slit in a long, deep motion. I started working my tongue into her relentlessly, plunging into her depths before running it up to the little hooded nub at the top, each stroke evoking a shiver from her.

              I took her in the morning a lot. When we woke up next to each other, looking into her gorgeous, endless eyes drove me absolutely wild. I did it so often she looked forward to waking up all the more, knowing I’d soon be inside her.

              And I didn’t want to disappoint her.

              I felt her muscles start to tighten as I drove her forward to climax, and even as her hands pressed against me, my machine-like rhythm urged her on mercilessly. Just as I felt honey flooding my face, each tongue stroke drawing out more and more as she neared her climax, I pulled my mouth back, and she gasped desperately.

              “Please,” Gemma gasped, “please don’t stop, Marc!”

              I pulled my pants down, revealing my long, thick cock, its crown bulging and needy, dark with desire. I spread her legs with my hands, holding her by the ankles before I impaled her with my shaft, driving myself in all the way to the hilt, and immediately, her cunt clenched around me as she cried out in orgasm.

              As I started bucking into her, she writhed in my grip. I could hold her up if I wanted to, holding her out as I pistoned in and out of her with unstoppable strength, my every muscle tightening and relaxing with warmth that we could only achieve together.

              “God, Gemma,” I breathed as I reveled in the feeling of her all around me, “I never want to let you off me.”

              “Fill me up, Marc,” she begged, her hands clenching on my thighs as I grasped a handful of her hair, bending down to suck on the flesh of her neck.

              My bucking grew faster and faster, balls slapping against her less as they began to tighten. I felt her tightening and releasing over and over as I climbed that hill to ecstasy. Her head was turning as she squirmed, unable to control her body as she gave herself over to sensation.

              I let my head roll back as I felt myself nearing the point of no return. Our bodies longed for this so long that I wasn’t going to deny them a single thing.

              My mouth opened, and Gemma braced herself, anticipating that sweet reward just before my seed shot out into her, emptying itself from my powerful, masculine cock and into her depths, filling and warming her insides as she clenched her legs around me, screaming out as I poured all of myself into her. I kept pumping as I released myself, and she pushed her hips up into me as much as her own strong body could muster, claiming as much of the seed as she possibly could.

              When it was finally over, I drew my cock out of her slowly, her body going limp on the table as we both breathed heavily, looking into each other’s eyes lovingly. A smile played across Gemma’s lips as she looked at me.

              “Better save all that strength, you know,” she breathed. “We’ve still got a day of training ahead of us.”

              “This is just the warm-up,” I said, running my hand up and down her side as my cock fell out of her, still stiff. “But I think we’ve done a good job working this into the workout routine.”

              She slapped me on the thigh with a laugh as she sat up. “Okay, we
cannot
do it on the gym floor again, someone’s going to walk in on us eventually.”

              “Don’t know that unless we find out,” I said innocently, but she rolled up the magazine again and I ducked away as we laughed together.

              Finally, I took her hand and helped her stand to her feet, and once she was up, she wrapped her hands around my waist, and I brought my forehead to meet hers as we looked at each other.

              “You know,” she said with a smile, “I guess we do have appointments at the gym we should be getting to.”

              “Yeah,” I said in a husky tone, “but I spent six weeks away from them already.” I took her chin between my thumb and forefinger, pressing my lips into Gemma’s briefly. “They can wait another hour.”

The End

Olivia Lancaster is a lover of animals who lives in Seattle, Washington. When she’s not taking care of her foster pets – currently three dogs and a cat – from a local shelter, she’s fostering tons of romance ideas in her brain as she waits for the perfect bad boy to make his way into her life.

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