Jock: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (40 page)

“
S
he’ll be okay
, I think she just got freaked by that asshole cornering her like that,” Roxie says, helping me lay Hailey down on the front lawn. She frowns and then sticks her hand out. “I’m Roxie, by the way. Her neighbor.”

I nod. “Hey, I’m-”

“Dude,” she gives me a look. “I know who you are.”

I shrug. “Look, I’ve got it from here. I’m just going to take her home and get her in bed.”

Roxie’s brow shoots up and I roll my eyes. “Jesus, give me a
little
bit more fucking credit than that. Not all football players are the scummy douchebags you think we are, you know.”

“And Dalton Cole’s the exception, huh?”

I frown. “Yeah, he is, actually.”

Roxie holds my eyes another minute, as if trying to read me as she stands protectively by Hailey’s side. Finally, she nods, seemingly satisfied that I’m not the rape-y asshole she seems to think all ball players are. “Take care of her, okay?”

I nod. “Listen, thanks for coming to get me.”

“Thanks for kicking the shit out of that fucker.”

My jaw tenses as I look down at the sleeping Hailey. “With pleasure.”

* * *

M
y car is
a few streets away, and Hailey wakes suddenly in my arms as I reach for the keys in my pocket. Her eyes go wide before they suddenly frown at me, and there’s a confused look on her face before she glares at me.

“Dalton, put me
down!
”

“Relax, darlin, we’re almost to the-”

“Damnit! Put me
down!
” she hisses again, this time shoving against my chest. “I can
walk
by myself you know!” Her heel catches me in the ribs, making me grunt as she tries to squirm out of my arms.

“Jesus, okay!” I mutter, helping her to feet as she shoves me away.

She glares at me, still looking confused as she crosses her arms over her chest.

I glare right back. “Okay I don’t know if you
remember
that time about eight minutes ago when I saved you from that douchebag?”

“I can take care of myself, you know,” she throws back, her eyes still darting around and her body shaking.

“Uh,
yeah
, I can see that.”

“Just take me home, okay?”

“
Oh!
Of
course
, m’lady,” I say, bowing dramatically and swinging the passenger side of the Escalade open.

She glares at me and climbs in.

“You’re welcome, by the damn way.”

She slams the door shut.

Jesus, this girl…

I roll my eyes as I walk around to my side and yank my own door open. I climb in and slam it shut and the car goes silent inside.

“Thank you.”

I look over at Hailey, and she’s looking at me, the stubborn anger gone from her face. She takes a deep breath, her look softening.

“Really, thank you,” she says with a soft smile.

I grin. “Anytime, red.”

I start the engine. “You want to head back to the dorms?”

“Actually,” she bites her lip, looking down before her eyes dart back to mine. “Can you take me to your house- uh, I mean home?”

“You got it.”

The car rumbles to life and I peel out onto the main campus road. I crack the windows, letting the fall night blow inside and brush over my face as I drive, letting my other hand drop to its usual place on the center column.

When Hailey’s hand slips into mine, it not steamy, or sexual, it’s just…
there
. It’s comforting.

It feels good.

So good, in fact, that we drive the whole way home like that. A quiet car with the Southern autumn air blowing gently over us, holding hands.

The house is dark when we slip in through the kitchen door, Mom and Jim having long since turned in over on their wing of the house. I follow Hailey up to her room without her asking, and without either of us saying a thing until we get to her door at the landing at the top of the stairs.

She turns to me then, her eyes searching mine. “Um, thank you, for everything tonight.”

I nod, my hand squeezing her shoulder. “Get some sleep, darlin. You’ll feel better in the morning.”

She turns to open her door, but then turns back suddenly, frowning. “Dalton?” She looks up at me, biting her bottom lip. “Will you stay with me tonight?”

I arch a brow, a grin starting to tease my lips, but she rolls her eyes. “God, I knew you’d make it gross.”

I laugh and pull her in for a hug, the scent of her hair filling my nose.

“I just mean
stay
here, Dalton. I’m not going to-”

“Hails, I get it. And yeah, no problem.”

I’m sitting on the edge of her bed when she comes out of her adjoined bathroom - hair down, glasses on, baggy pajama pants and a t-shirt with an image of the solar-system on it.

She hasn’t tried to “doll up” for me, she hasn’t tried to hide anything about who she is, or hell, wear a t-shirt that didn’t scream “giant nerd”.

And she’s fucking
gorgeous
for it.

“Thanks for staying.”

I blink at her words, realizing I’ve been staring at her. “Hey, I mean at least
this
floor looks a lot comfier than the last one,” I say with a smirk.

She grins, her cheeks going that adorable shade of pink. “You can- I mean, it’s a big bed.”

I wink as I stand. “Careful darlin, if I was a weaker man I might be tempted by your blatant attempts to get into my pants.”

Hailey laughs - a genuine, easy sound - for the first time all night. “You’re ridiculous, you know.”

“I try.”

I turn with a wink and start to pull down the neatly made covers of her bed.

“Ew, wait.”

I turn back to her. “What?”

She’s making a face, her nose all scrunched up. “No jeans in my bed, that’s gross.”

I arch a brow. “That means they’re coming off, you know.”

She shrugs, like it’s nothing, “So?”

I like watching her try and play this down - like us stripping down and sharing a bed is just this natural easy thing we do all the time.

Like my making her come with my fingers the other day while she moaned into my lips never happened.

My cock is half hard at just the thought of it, so I turn away - not out of any sort of
embarrassment
, but I figure if she sees my semi, she’s going to flip about this.

She’s already under the covers when I slide in.

“No
touching
or anyth-”

“Hailey.”

Her mouth clamps shut. “Sorry.”

Damn, the bed is a
lot
smaller than it looked when it’s the both of us in here. Hailey shuts off her side-table light, and we’re both squirming and twisting to get comfortable, when I suddenly find myself turning just as she does. Suddenly, I’m spooning her, her body right against mine and my arm hovering over her.

“Dalton-”

“Darlin, this bed is small as shit, and if you want me to stay-”

“No, I was-” she sighs. “I was just going to ask if you’re comfortable,” she says quietly. Her body pushes back into me, and again, it’s not
sexual
, it’s like a comfort.

I grin, letting my arm drop over her. “Yeah, Hails.” I close my eyes, inhaling the scent of her as she nestles into me. “Yeah, I’m great, darlin.”

She smells fucking amazing, her shampoo, or whatever that scent is, fills my nose. Her body molds against mine, her skin warm against my arms. I’m definitely half hard, but there’s no fucking hiding that. But if Hailey notices it pressing into her ass, she doesn’t say a thing.

Fuck, do I want to make this more.

I mean, if this was literally any other girl in the world, I’d have her panties down, her ankles up in the air, and my cock balls deep in that pussy. I’d have her on all fours with my cock between her lips, or screaming my name as I tasted her pussy.

But that particular line of thought isn’t exactly doing anything to
help
my erection situation, so I push it away.

Besides, this isn’t most girls.

This isn’t
any
other girl.

Because for whatever reason, Hailey Garrison is different, and I’m okay with that. And after the night she’s had, there’s no way I could do
anything
without feeling like a major asshole.

“Goodnight, Dalton,” she murmurs sleepily, her breath coming slow and rhythmically against my chest.

“Night, darlin.”

I
t’s
dark when I wake up, confused.

Confused and very,
very
turned on.

The dream started with a kiss. But the kiss turned into something so much more as the passion and the heat whipped around us both like a storm. He was pulling at my clothes, tearing them like he couldn’t wait to get them off me; to see me.

Touching me, his hands slid between my legs and spread me wide. His mouth devoured my neck, my breasts, my nipples - going lower as I gasped and clawed at his back. I urged him on, feeling my body melt under his touch and his lips as he slid even lower, his tongue moving to-

And that’s when I wake, in his arms

Oh, right, I’m sharing a bed with Dalton Cole.

It’s just because it’s a boy in general, that’s all.

It’s not that it’s
Dalton
that’s got my nipples hard beneath my t-shirt, and my slit throbbing with heat between my legs.

No, it’s the feel of a body. It could be
any
body. It’s chemical; simple biology.

It’s not that
Dalton
has me utterly and completely turned on.

It was just a
sex
dream, and it’s not like I chose to have it, anyways.

I close my eyes, trying to will myself back to sleep. But the pressure and the heat are intense, and burning, and I’m still practically
panting
from the dream that left me so on edge.

I lay still, barely breathing and listening to the sound of his breaths.

God he feels good.

His strong, muscular arms hold my much smaller body against him, and I feel safe and just
complete
.

And still maddeningly turned on.

I take a deep breath, trying to center myself and trying to coax myself back into sleep. I shift, and then he does.

And that’s when I feel it.

Oh. My. God.

Dalton’s cock is rock hard, and it’s
right
against my ass.

And it’s
big
.

Like, really,
really
big.

It’s not like I’ve got much else to compare to in terms of feeling a penis against me like that. But…
yeah
, there’s no way he was stuffing in the underwear ad, let’s just say that.

He growls in his sleep, moving his hips.

Pushing against me.

His thick bulge nudges between my thighs. Before I can think about it, I’m slightly opening my legs, letting it just barely brush against my slit.

Oh…

There’s the feeling of electric current shivering through my body, sending pin-prickles to my fingers and my toes as I feel the full hardness of Dalton’s cock pressing against me there.

My breath is coming heavy and staggered as I hear him murmur again in his sleep. He moves his hips again, and this time his hands grab me tightly.

I briefly wonder if he’s having a dream like mine.

I wonder if his dream involves
me
.

His hand slowly slides up to my breast, and my breath catches as he cups it through my t-shirt. My nipple hardens under his palm, and I arch my body even more into him.

I’m on fire. My panties are soaking wet, and my body burns for…for…

For him.

There’s no denying it, or rationalizing it as science or biology. Not anymore. It’s Dalton that has me this hot, and there’s no running away from that plain and simple truth.

I’m moving back against him before I can stop myself, my body moving on its own accord. I bite my lip to silence the moan that threatens to tumble from my mouth, feeling his thick bulge rubbing slowly against me.

“Hailey.”

I freeze, his dark, husking voice right in my ear.

I quickly shut my eyes and pretend I’m asleep, as ridiculous as that is.

“I know you’re not sleepin’, darlin,” he drawls into my ear.

I bite my lip, feeling that hardness pressing against me. “Maybe.”

His lips brush across my ear, making me shiver. “Your dreams as good as mine?”

His voice is low and sleep-heavy right in my ear, sending shivers down my back. He’s awake, but his hand is still on my breast, his cock still rock hard between my legs.

And he doesn’t even
pretend
to make a move to change that.

“Maybe,” I breathe again, feeling my head spin at the feel of him against me.

“Hmm, and I wonder what we should do about that.”

His lips brush my ear again, this time nipping at the lobe.

Oh, God.

“We— we shouldn’t do
anything
about that,” I whisper quietly, trying not to moan as he moves his hips against me yet again. His mouth drops to my neck, his stubble brushing my skin and making me pant.

“You sure about that?”

I answer before I can stop myself.

“
No
.”

He growls, and suddenly his hand is sliding up to cup my jaw. I gasp as he turns my head, and then his lips find mine, and I moan.

I’m lost in that kiss, turning my face into him. I whimper as his strong hands circle around me, pulling me tight against him and growling into my mouth as I kiss him back.

“Dalton-”

“Fuck, Hailey.”

His hand moves up to my breast again, palming it and teasing the nipple through the cotton. It slides down to my stomach, and my breath hitches as his hand slides lower, like in my dream. He slides it down over the front of my pajama pants, cupping my heat through them and rubbing me there, and I’m so wet for him.

“
Very
good dreams, I’d say,” he husks into my ear. He moves his mouth lower, and I gasp out loud as he bites my neck. His hand slides to the waist of my pajamas, his thumb hooking in as he starts to push them down.

I let him.

He slides them down to my thighs before his hand is right back between my legs, rubbing the front of my soaking wet panties. He growls as he feels the heat and the slickness there.

“Shit, darlin.”

I moan as he kisses me again, and I can feel him so hard against me. I reach back, and I can hear him groan as I run my fingers over the huge bulge in his boxers.

Oh my God
.

He’s enormous, and my jaw actually drops as my fingers flit across the pulsing head through the material.

“Are you kidding me?” I whisper, my words punctuated by a moan as his finger slides against my seam through the panties.

“Does it feel like a joke?

Um, no
.

Dalton moves me around, pulling me towards him until we’re face to face. I bring my other hand down between us, using both hands to stroke him as he growls, his fingers still between my thighs.

I’m shaking my head as his lips find my neck again, gasping as he kisses me there and strokes me between my legs. “What are we doing?” I moan. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“You really want me to stop?”

His fingers push my panties to the side, and then they’re bare, right on me.

“Please don’t,” I whimper out.

He pushes a finger inside of me as he kisses me fiercely. I moan into his lips as I stroke him, feeling how big he is in his boxers.

I’ve got
the
famous Dalton Cole bulge in my hands - the one that was all over magazines and on billboards in cities across the country.

And I can definitively say, there is nothing
stuffed
about that bulge -
oh no
.

His fingers are still driving me insane as they stroke in and out of my wetness, but I want to feel him - I want to touch his skin. I push his t-shirt up over his abs, and as his hands leave me to yank it the rest of the way off, I slip both my hands into the front of his boxers and wrap my fingers around him.

We’re face to face, breathing each other’s breaths as my fingers trace and curl around his thick shaft.

“That’s…that’s not stuffing,” I whisper, biting my lip as my eyes find his in the dark.

“Not at all, and it’s all yours.”

His hand pushes back between my thighs, tugging my panties down before sliding his finger back inside of me.

“Shit that feels good, darlin.”

“It does?”

It hasn’t occurred to me until this very moment that I’ve never actually
given
a hand job.

“Yeah, it does,” he groans, the shadows at the hollow of his cheeks darkening as he clenches his jaw.

He reaches up and start to pull my t-shirt up, and I gasp as he leans in, suckling a hard pink nipple between his lips. He pushes a second finger alongside the first, filling me up and stroking against that perfect spot inside. I pull him out of his shorts, stroking him with both hands. I’m lost in it all, gasping for air and feeling the heat and the dark of the room crashing around me like a wave.

Dalton’s thumb brushes against my clit, circling it and making me cry out into his shoulder as my body starts to tumble.

God, I’m going to come.

I can feel myself start to fall, just like that time in the gym. I’m gasping for air, whimpering at the feel of his fingers on me - his lips and his tongue on my nipple. I can feel the huge cock in my hands throbbing, pulsing hot like it’s alive.

His thumb on my clit is so insistent, so teasing, and so demanding.

Just like him.

Just like this unstoppable, forbidden, and utterly wrong attraction.

His fingers drive in deep, and as his teeth graze across my nipple, I lose it.

I silence my cry against his chest, moaning into his skin and jerking his thick shaft as fast as I can as the orgasm tears through me. I’m lost, enveloped by him, consumed by him, and owned by him as he makes me come on his fingers for the second time.

His cock throbs hard in my hand like iron, and then he’s grunting as it pulses in my grasp. I gasp as I feel it so wet and hot and sticky across my stomach and my hands, and I keep stroking him while his fingers circle my clit again and again. My body convulses with the aftershocks of my orgasm and I gently sink my teeth into his skin, sucking in air.

Holy shit.

We stay like that, in silence, and I don’t know what to say, which is funny I guess since his fingers are still inside of me and my hands are still on his cock.

“Hang on.”

I frown, the uncertainty spiking inside of me. “Wait, where are you going?” There’s more panic in my voice than I want, and he must sense it, because he kisses me gently.

“One sec, darlin.”

He comes back from my bathroom a minute later, and I can’t help but grin as he slowly wipes my stomach and my arm clean with the warm washcloth.

Part of me wants to ask if he cleans up
every
girl he comes on, but I don’t.

“Dalton, we-”

“Shh,” he silences me with a kiss on my lips. “Hey red?”

I bite my lip, grinning at the way his eyes sparkle down into mine. “Yeah blondie?”

“Let’s just sleep, okay?”

“I think that sounds like a wonderful idea,” I whisper, pulling my panties back up. He kisses me again before tugging my shirt back down over my breasts.

I close my eyes as I move back against him like we were before, sleep pulling over me like a veil. And then I’m drifting off as he circles his arms around me.