Off the Field: Bad Boy Sports Romance (17 page)

“I could also help with your paperwork.”

Does he really understand what I’m offering? Is he not into hot white chicks?

“I could use some help. I’m behind.”

“No problem. I’m good with numbers … and other things.”

He looked my body up and down, taking in every curve and patch of bare skin.

“Okay. Where’s the car?”

“Really?” I smiled and clapped my hands together. “It’s down the road. To the East. I was driving into town from Maine.”

“From Maine, huh? What did the car do?”

“The old man who gave me a ride said it was probably the radiator or a hose or something.”

“Pancake smell?”

“Yeah, exactly.”

He nodded his head up and down. “Wait here. I’ll be back in a bit. Is it front wheel drive?”

“I don’t know. Do you want me to start working on anything while you’re gone?”

“No, wait until I get back and take a look at your car.” He nodded his head outside. “You can get some dinner across the street if you want.”

“Actually, that sounds great. I haven’t eaten in hours.”

“I’ll see you in a bit.”

I walked outside as he locked up and went to get in his tow-truck. After I looked both ways twice, I crossed the road, half expecting Michael Scott to come barreling down the road and hit me with his car. On the other side, I entered the diner just as Jerome drove off to rescue my car. A waitress behind the counter looked up as I walked in and sat down on a stool in front of her.

“What can I get you?” she asked as she chewed gum.

“Anything on special?”

“Not really. I’d stay away from the tuna tonight.”

“Gotcha.” I picked up a menu. “How about an omelette.”

“You want anything in it?” she asked, a pen poised above her order pad.

“Some peppers and cheese maybe?”

“Drink?”

“Coffee and some orange juice?”

“Coming right up.”

She turned and handed the order ticket through a small slot in the wall to someone in the kitchen. The rest of the diner was empty.

“My car broke down. I’m waiting for it to get fixed,” I offered when she turned back around.

“Jerome, huh? He’s a strange one.”

“Yeah, I heard about his wife,” I said, as if somehow it was okay for me to partake in Scranton gossip.

I smiled and sat up straight as she looked me over, trying to size me up.

“I’m from Maine.”

“Why’d you come to Scranton?” she asked, leaning against the counter.

“I’m actually on my way to California.”

She nodded, as if everything about me suddenly made sense. “Just be careful with Jerome’s heart, okay?”

“What?” I cocked my head to the side as I looked at her.

“He doesn’t stay late for anyone, and you seem like the type of woman who would…”

“Who would what?” I interrupted, daring her to say something bad about me.

“You just seem like a young woman who is exploring her sexuality.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Your clothes for one thing. And your make-up.”

“You can tell that from how I look?”

“I don’t know, maybe it’s a vibe I’m getting from you.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I was at Woodstock,” she added, as if that somehow made any of it make sense.

“Cool.”

She laughed. “You kids always say that, but you don’t know. That show was all about love and exploring sexuality.”

Okay…another crazy woman, I thought as I nodded my head politely.

“Are you from Scranton?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“Yeah. And no, I’ve never worked for Dunder Mifflin.”

It was my turn to laugh out loud. “A beet farmer drove me into town.”

“Bart? He’s no beet farmer.” She rolled her eyes. “He was messing with you.”

“Damn…” I muttered, shaking my head from side to side a few times.

After a few minutes of silence, the waitress delivered my omelette and drinks to the counter. She walked away to give me privacy while eating, which I appreciated. I ate the eggs, cheese and green peppers, savoring each and every bite. The toast was a bit hard, but I didn’t care. I washed down the food with the orange juice. When I was done eating, my coffee was the perfect drinking temperature.

The waitress brought over my bill. I paid, leaving a twenty percent tip for her. She smiled and waved as I stood up, as if she knew what was going to happen once I went back across the street to check on my car. As I opened the door, the bell rang again. Outside, I saw the tow-truck was back. My car wasn’t anywhere in sight, but I figured it was inside one of the two bays of the garage.

Once I got across the street, I went inside to sit in the lobby and wait for him to give me news. The drive from Maine had been a long one. My body ached all over as I sat on a semi=comfortable couch. Soon after I sat down, I leaned back, allowing myself to relax. That was a mistake. Pretty soon, I couldn’t keep my eyelids open any longer. I fell asleep as the sun descended in the sky outside.

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When I opened my eyes, I saw Jerome sitting at his desk watching me. He looked away, but I’d seen him. I sat up on the couch and stretched as I yawned.

“I’m sorry. I was so tired. Do you want me to help with the paperwork?”

“It’s all done,” he said simply.

I stood up. “Shit. I feel bad.”

“Don’t feel too bad. Your car is going to take a little longer than I thought.”

“Really?”

“Bart was right. You got a hole in your radiator. No one around here has one for a car that old.”

“Fuck.” My expression changed as I thought about what I was going to do.

“Gotcha,” he said, pointing and laughing.

“What?”

“I was just fucking with you. The car is done too.” He stopped laughing. “I parked it outside. We just need to settle up, and you can be on your way.”

Is that what we’re calling it? Settling up? Actually, it’s my sexual identity being shaped, I thought then said, “That’s great. Do you have somewhere private we can go?”

He nodded, nod saying a word. Nervously, I followed as he headed into the garage. On the far wall, a short, steep set of stairs led up to a loft above the shop floor. I was impressed as I stood in the expansive area that did offer privacy. Jimi Hendrix and Jim Morrison posters hung on the wall. In one corner, I noticed an unmade bed.

“So, about that paperwork,” he said.

A mischievous smile spread across my face. “The paperwork, huh? I thought it was something else you wanted help with.”

“Don’t tease me, girl,” he snapped.

I jerked back, surprised at his outburst. He stepped forward and placed one of his hands on my arm. When I didn’t move away or say anything, he took another step toward me, his massive fingers still touching me. We made eye contact. I saw sadness in his face, like it had been etched there by his grieving for his wife. He moved to kiss me, but I stepped back.

“Hold on. Do you have a condom?”

“I don’t wear no damn condoms,” he snarled with a look of disgust on his face.

“Well, then you don’t get to play with me.” I pressed my breasts out slightly.

“Okay, I’ll wear one.”

Damn straight you will, I thought to myself as I smiled seductively at him. He reached out and put his hands on my arms, pulling me closer to him. As his thick, soft lips pressed against mine, my knees almost gave out. Electrical signals rushed through my body, announcing pleasure that would soon spread. We made our way over to his bed on the other side of the loft.

Once we got there, he stopped kissing me long enough to rummage in the top drawer of a wooden nightstand next to the bed. He pulled out three packages of condoms still attached to each other and waved them in front of my face. I continued to grin up at him as my heart beat faster. The waitress across the street had been right about my desire for new sexual situations.

“I’ll put it on you,” I said, grabbing the condoms from him and ripping one off the strip.

He seemed nervous, so I leaned forward to give him a hug and kiss on the lips. My actions activated him somehow, and he bent down and kissed me on the lips again. This kiss was more passionate. The stranger excited me sexually. As our lips locked and danced together, I reached down and undid his pants. After they slid to the floor, he pulled my shirt off over my head.

His hands grabbed my breasts over my bra, massaging them. A moment later, the bra was gone and I stood in front of him topless. The rest of our clothes soon hit the carpeted floor of the loft. He was big, but I pushed him back and onto the bed. As he sat on the edge of the mattress, I knelt in front of him and looked up into his eyes.

All the pain in his face faded away as I grabbed his thick cock in my right hand and stroked it up and down a few times. When he was semi-hard, I opened the condom wrapper with my teeth and pulled out the rubber. Once it was placed over the tip of his marvelous, black dick, I unrolled it with my mouth. As my lips slid down his smooth shaft, he leaned back and sighed.

“It’s so beautiful,” I said after I was done.

“It likes you,” he joked.

I held the base of his cock tightly and sucked as much of him as I could back into my mouth. At the same time, I reached between my legs with my other hand and began to rub my pussy. It was getting wetter as I worked my lips up and down his hardness. While he was big, it was definitely not the largest I’d ever seen or sucked. Still, it would do. Even better, I could make him feel happy again.

And by how hard he was getting, he was definitely happier. He leaned back and let me work. Once he was at full mast, I climbed onto his lap. My breasts pressed against his chest as I slowly lowered myself on him. The condom covered cock entered my tight pussy, filling me completely. His hands roamed over my back, slipping down to grab my ass as I rode him.

The strangest thing to me was being so close to the ceiling of the garage. That and the smells in the air. Grease, oil and gasoline aromas couldn’t be ignored at first, but all that drifted away. All I could concentrate on was his big, black cock moving in and out of me. For such a big man, Jerome was a gentle lover. Does he think he’s going to break me?

I climbed off his lap, causing him to look at me as if he’d done something wrong. When I got back on the bed with my legs spread, he understood I just wanted to switch positions. He got between my legs, holding them up with his strong, thick arms. His magnificent cock penetrated me again. As he slowly pushed it in all the way, I wrapped my arms around his back.

“Fuck me fast and hard,” I hissed.

He looked into my eyes to make sure he’d heard me correctly. I nodded my head, and he sped up. As he fucked me faster, the look on his face changed. It was slight at first, but I soon saw hunger and lust in his eyes. To my surprise and delight, he pulled out, turned me over, and planted his cock in my pussy from behind. We fucked doggy style for what seemed like forever to me.

Our moans began to synchronize as we moved as one body. Friction built up between my legs, spreading pleasure throughout my body. My chest rose and fell quickly as I became more and more excited. What was best was that look on his face. He was suddenly a lot different than the grouchy man I’d met earlier in the evening. I’ve given him a little life…

“Ugh,” he grunted.

His face contorted as his cock throbbed deep inside my pussy. Did he just come? As he tried to catch his breath, he looked into my eyes. I smiled, assuring him I was okay and having fun. I saw a faint look of disappointment in his face. He was probably wondering why a fine-ass blonde woman like me wanted to fuck him, not realizing it was more for me than him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, still out of breath.

“You’re fine. It’s okay.”

I smiled again. He pulled out of me and slipped the cum filled condom off his cock. After tossing it aside, he settled between my legs. His large, powerful hands slipped under my ass. When his powerful tongue started to slide up and down the entire length of my slit, I moaned loudly and grabbed the back of his head, pushing his face into my pussy. Those lips!

As if to make up for not making me come, his tongue slid over every inch of my delicate, pink lips. I bucked my hips, wanting more. He slid two fingers inside my pussy and wiggled them back and forth while moving them in and out. It was all too much. Waves of pleasure washed over my entire body as my orgasm approached.

“Yes, yes, yes…” I moaned.

Then it hit. The biggest Big O I’d had in quite a while. It was better than the ones with Steven in some ways. As I breathed heavily, enjoying the orgasm, I couldn’t believe I was still thinking about the billionaire. When Jerome lifted his head and smiled up at me, I was brought back to the moment. His face was wet with my juices.

“Come here. Lay with me,” I said.

He obliged, getting into bed and lying next to me. As we laid together in his spare bed, our bodies touching, I thought once again about Steven. If I’d stayed with him, I would’ve never had this experience. Life is a series of choices.