Hunter (Campus Kings): A Football Secret Baby Novel (7 page)

Chapter 16

Hunter

My body is begging me to head straight for the locker rooms,
but the reporters crowd around me. "Hunter, it looked like Ole Miss was
going to spoil your perfect season. How did you turn it around in the second
half?" one of them asks, shoving a microphone under my chin.

I wipe the sweat and dirt from my forehead before I answer.
"I have to give a lot of the credit to my guys. They really pulled it out
against a tough defense."

"Coach McKay is crediting your leadership skills and
the touchdown you ran in during your last drive. Care to comment?"

I'm speechless for a moment, but try to cover my surprise
since I'm on national television. "That’s...generous of him, but I wasn't
out there alone," I finally manage to say. Coach McKay giving me credit?
That's practically unheard of.

I answer a few more questions before one of the assistant
coaches pulls me toward the visiting team's tunnel and into the locker rooms.
The truth is I did have to up my running game today because of Ole Miss's
defense. My receivers were pretty much stymied, and if it weren't for that last
touchdown I managed to sneak in, we would have lost. Of course, now my legs
feel like rubber and my chest is covered in bruises from being tackled.

The mood in the locker room is exhausted but euphoric. This
was our hardest-fought win of the season, against what was likely our toughest
opponents.

"What'd I say?" Adam says, pulling off his cleats.
"We're going all the way this year."

"Could be," I murmur. An NCAA championship would
be the perfect cap to my college football experience, but I've never led my
team to the finals before.

"Coach wants to see you as soon as you're
changed," one of the assistants tells me, leaning into the locker room. I
nod, and pull off my shoulder pads. Coach might have complimented me publicly,
but I'm sure now the other shoe will drop and he'll have something negative to
say about my performance.

My mind drifts to Britt. I was able to put her out of my
mind for the game, but now she's back. I picture her as she looked asleep in my
bed. After she told me she wants to be exclusive, I watched her sleep for a
while. I felt like a creep, but I couldn't stop. I felt so calm, but now I'm
wondering about the groupies that are surely gathered in the lobby of our
hotel. My normal routine would be to take one or two up to my hotel room for
the night before we head back to Vanover in the morning.

After I shower and put on my sweat suit, I head into the hallway
to look for Coach. I spot him in a small office, watching a TV mounted into the
corner that's playing post-game coverage. He switches it off as I walk in, and
indicates that I should sit in the chair across from him. As I do, he takes off
his Vanover baseball cap and lays it on the table, then smooths his hand over
his head.

"I was impressed by you today," he says. I blink
in surprise. "I saw you encouraging our defense in the locker room during
half time, and I know you took the blame for Adam fumbling that ball in the
first quarter."

"I...thank you," I mumble, unused to this kind of
interaction with him.

"I've been waiting on this kind of sign from you,"
he tells me. "In my experience, if a coach is the engine behind a player
in college, that player will stall out in the pros. I've avoided doing that
with you to leave space for you to step up, and now you have. And now I'm
prepared to put my full support behind you. You need to ready yourself for a
lot more media attention. If you thought it was crazy before, you haven't seen
anything yet. They're starting to discuss you as a first-round draft pick, and
you'll likely be invited to the National Combine."

My eyes widen. Shit. The things that he's saying...they're
my dreams. I've thought so long about them, that the feeling of them coming
true feels completely surreal. And the sight of Coach's lips curving up into a
smile is only adding to the feeling. Coach never smiles.

"You look like a deer in headlights," he says.
"Come to my office after practice on Monday. We have some things to
discuss."

"Okay," I reply, standing up. "Thanks,
Coach."

I move toward the door, but his voice stops me. "And
Hunter, I don't know what caused this change within you, but I think you should
commit to it. A man might only get one or two opportunities like this in his
life, if he gets any at all. You've shown lately that you have the maturity and
leadership to capitalize on it, but you need to make sure you keep going. Don't
let it slip away."

I nod, and shut the door behind me. He might not know what
caused the change he's seen, but I do. It was his own daughter.

Chapter 17

Britt

"I guess I just thought you were a bit more of a
prude," Danielle says.

"Hey!" I protest, though I know she doesn’t mean
to be unkind. "Just because I don't like keggers doesn't mean I'm a prude.
I want to have sex, I've just been waiting for the right guy."

"And you think Hunter's it. Have you heard from
him?"

"I'm meeting him at his place at nine. He had to go
straight to class when he got back this morning. Do you think that's bad? That
he wants to tell me in person?"

"Oh man, I don't know. Are you gonna be heartbroken if
his answer is no?"

Even hearing her suggest it makes my stomach drop.
"Yes," I whisper. "Maybe it was stupid of me to let myself fall
for him like this, when he has no history of relationships at all."

Danielle glances at the clock. "You better get going.
Good luck."

On the walk over, I weigh all the evidence in my head.
Hunter
seems
serious about me. I haven't known him very long, but I
already feel like he knows me better than anyone else. We've talked about
everything, and even when we're talking about serious stuff, he has a way of
making it feel lighter.

By the time I ring his bell and he buzzes me up, my stomach
is in knots. I've imagined both of his possible responses multiple times, and
have experienced the corresponding emotions multiple times, all on this short
walk over.

I step out of the elevator, and his door is already opening
just down the hall. All of my worries disappear. He's smiling.

"I'm an idiot," he says, ushering me inside.
"I want you to be my girlfriend, and I should've told you that a week ago.
I've grown more in the last month since knowing you than the entire rest of my
time at college."

"Really?" I reply, beaming.

"And if you want to wait on the physical stuff
that's—"

"No. Thank you, but I'm ready."

"Wow. Okay, then."

"So, how do we…" I start eagerly. "I mean,
what position is the best to start—"

He cuts me off with a laugh. "Britt, you don't have to
plan everything."

I grin as he wraps his arms around me. "I guess I am a
bit of a planner," I admit.

"Just a bit," he agrees, leaning his head down.
"But that's one of the things I like about you. Do you want anything to
eat, or…?"

"No," I murmur. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too," he whispers, then takes my
hand. "Come on." He leads me through the living room and back into
his bedroom. I take a deep breath as he lets go of my hand and turns to me.
"Are you nervous?"

I nod. "Yes, but I'm ready."

"I'll go slow," he assures me. He steps toward me
and bends down, brushing a soft kiss against my lips that swiftly grows into a
passionate embrace. I can feel my heart pounding against his massive chest as
his hands move down and slide over my ass. I reach down and tug at the bottom
of his t-shirt, and he steps back to pull it over his head. A foolish grin
spreads across my face at the sight of his naked torso. I can't believe I'm
with a guy who looks like he's chiseled from marble.

I slide off my shoes and then pull my own tank top off over
my head. He leans over and gently bites the top of my breasts, and I giggle. As
he pulls my right cup down and sucks my nipple into his mouth, my laughter
turns into a gasp of pleasure. I tilt my head back and feel his hand supporting
me at the small of my back. His fingers move to my bra strap and I feel it
falling away from me, leaving me exposed to his mouth.

He stands up straight again, and as he watches me, I move my
fingers to my zipper and push my pants to the ground. Grinning, he pulls his
own athletic shorts off so we're both facing each other in our underwear. He
reaches out and pulls me toward him, then spins me around at the last second so
my ass is pressing into him. His places one huge palm in the middle of my chest
and then slides it down as I allow my head to rest back against him. His
fingers slide under my panties and I moan. I arch my back, and can feel his
cock pressing against me.

He presses two fingers slowly inside me and moves his thumb
to my clit. I grip his thighs, needing to hang on to something. My body
twitches as his fingers work their magic. My anxiety only breaks through now
and then, when I feel the size of his cock against me and worry about the
upcoming pain.

I can feel how wet I am against his hand, and he leans down
to murmur in my ear, "You're gorgeous, Britt." I tilt my face up to
kiss him, and am overwhelmed by a feeling of rightness. I made a good choice.
Everything in me is telling me that I'm meant to be here with Hunter right now.

I slowly turn my body toward him, and feel him withdraw his
fingers. I push my underwear to the ground, and then reach forward and pull his
boxer-briefs away from his stomach and then down to the plush carpet. He steps
out of them, and as I straighten back up, I'm again confronted with his size.
Surely it can't be even bigger than the last time I saw him naked, but now I'm
thinking about how he'll fit inside me.

"It might hurt some," he warns me, reading the
expression in my eyes. "Even for women who aren't virgins, it can
be...overwhelming."

"I know. I did research," I tell him.

He grins. "Of course you did." He takes my hand
again and leads me to the bed and pulls down the duvet cover. I climb onto the
sheets and move over to give him room. He lies down next to me, and slides his
hand over my bare stomach. "I want to make you as ready as possible,"
he says, bending down and sucking my nipple into his mouth.

I gasp, and arch into his warmth. "I think I'm
ready."

He stops and looks up at me with a wicked look in his dark
brown eyes. "I want to make you beg for it."

I shiver with anticipation, and he moves down my stomach.
His lips kiss and nip over my belly button, and then he's breathing on my
mound. I grip the sheets as he takes a long lick of me and then flicks his
tongue back and forth. He presses two fingers inside me again, and I can feel
him purposefully rounding them against my interior walls, stretching me as much
as possible.

He begins to thrust them in and out as he circles me faster
and faster with his tongue. What he's doing feels amazing, but now that I know
there's the possibility of more…

"Hunter, please," I breathe. "I need you.
Please," I beg.

He grunts, and a long arm shoots out to his bedside table.
There's a pause, and then his head lifts. He has an alarmed look in his eyes,
and he moves to the edge of the bed, feeling around desperately.

"Fuck!" he swears. "I'm such an idiot. I
don't have girls over here that much and…"

"What?" I frown, feeling dazed and not comprehending
what he's talking about.

"I don't have any more condoms."

"My wallet!" I realize. "In my purse," I
explain, pointing to where I dropped it by his bedroom door. Thank god I kept a
condom when they handed them out during health class in high school. His eyes
light up and he practically springs out of bed. He digs through it, and a
moment later triumphantly holds up a small black square. As he walks back over
to the bed, he rips it open with his teeth and I watch wonderingly as he rolls
the latex down his length.

More slowly, he slips back onto the bed and kisses me. He
gently rolls on top of me, keeping almost all his weight on his elbows, and I
feel his cock against my stomach. He pulls his mouth away from mine, and
reaches down to hold his shaft in one hand, guiding it to my opening.

Our eyes meet, and it's not just lust I see in his. There's
care, and concern, and excitement.

I feel the head of his cock against my slit, and then a ton
of pressure. I feel him hold for a second, and then he keeps going. My mouth
drops open and I gasp.

"Fuck, that hurts," I murmur, as tears spring to
my eyes.

"We should stop," he replies, but I grab his
muscular arm.

"Don't you dare," I whisper fiercely, and he
smiles.

"You sure?"

"It'll feel good soon, right?"

"That's the idea," he whispers. Without moving his
torso, he reaches his arm down and pulls my knees further apart, and then
brings a finger back to my clit. I moan as he rubs me there, and feel him
thrust in a little further. There's another almost blinding rush of pain in my
body, and he stops.

He keeps going like this, moving haltingly and making sure
that I'm okay before he proceeds. Finally, I feel his hips pressing against
mine, and look down. There's not a millimeter of air between our bodies.

"Well, Britt McKay, you're officially not a
virgin," he whispers. I giggle, and wrap my arms around the back of his
neck. He opens his lips to mine, and our tongues dance together as I feel him
move his hips in a small circle. I jump and pull my mouth away as an unfamiliar
feeling of pleasure moves from deep inside me.

"That's different," I breathe, my eyes wide.

"That's nothing," he grunts, then slowly pulls
back out. He pulls his cock out until only his head is inside me, and then
moves in again. There's a stinging sensation now, but the sharp pain is much
less. Again, he moves out and in, and then again and again.

It feels like he's stoking a fire deep inside me with every
thrust. I want him to keep going, so I lift my hips and curl them toward his.
He hits inside me at a slightly different angle, and by his sharp intake of
breath, I know he felt it, too.

He props himself up a little higher on one elbow and looks
down at me as with his other hand, he takes my knee and pulls it up higher and
then pins it against the mattress. With his next thrust, I let out a small cry.

"I didn't know it could feel like this," I
confess, as I press my hips against his. I want to feel him deeper, harder.

"Me neither," he groans, and slams his body into mine.
I reach my hands above my head and press my palms flat onto his headboard. He's
driving into me hard and fast now, and I need to stabilize myself against him.
Every thrust inside me feels like it could push me over the edge. His neck
muscles are bulging out, and I can tell he's waiting for me to come before he
allows himself to.

I close my eyes, and as though from far away, I hear myself
crying out again and again as his cock pounds inside me.

"Oh, fuck, Hunter! Yes, Yes!"