Off the Field: Bad Boy Sports Romance (24 page)

When I looked out a window and saw where I was at, I was overwhelmed by emotions. I put my head in my hands with my elbows on the desk and cried. As the tears flowed, everything I’d been through recently flooded my mind. I stopped crying almost right after I started. Maybe it’s my damn hormones, but I’m all over the map. I sniffed and stood up.

Downstairs, I found the children and played with them for an hour or two. Even with Steven gone all day at work, I never felt alone in the big house. Why he worked when he already had billions I’d never understand. The kids’ laughter lifted my mood a little. I still dreaded having to tell their dad they might have a brother or sister on the way.

I was pretty sure he would react in a positive and supportive way, but if I’d learned anything over the last year it was that you can never really tell about people until you get closer to them. In my case, I’d gotten way too close to the wrong characters. My past is my past. I need to start thinking about the rest of my life and not just tomorrow. The responsible and adult thoughts scared me.

Steven walked into the living room that evening looking tired and stressed. I was on the floor with the children playing with a giant sized 3D puzzle. I stood up, still unsure of whether or not I should tell him the news. The children complained at first, but they giggled when I threw my arms around my billionaire. He pulled back a little to study my face.

“Everything okay?”

“We need to talk,” I said quietly.

“Uh oh.” A frown fell over his face.

“It’s not bad. At least I don’t think…” I broke away from him. “Can we go upstairs and talk?”

The children’s nanny watched as Steven and I headed upstairs. We were both quiet on the way up. Once we reached the master bedroom, I shut the door behind us and locked it.

“Again, uh oh?” He tilted his head to the side.

I watched his face closely to study his reaction. “I’m pregnant.”

His eyes widened in surprise as a smile spread across all his features. He rushed forward and wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight. I was a bit overwhelmed, but I didn’t resist.

“Wait,” he pulled back. “You don’t sound so happy about it.”

I frowned. “That’s it. I don’t know if it is a good thing or not?”

“Are you serious? This is great news.”

“Is it? I mean, our relationship is still healing, and…”

“Shhh.” He put a finger to his lips. “It’s okay.”

As he hugged me, a sense of relief washed over my body. Next time tell him sooner, silly, I scolded myself.

“You’re okay with me being pregnant, then?”

“Okay? Just okay? I’m excited. This is wonderful.”

“I’m going to be fat and ugly.”

“Nonsense,” he said sternly, touching my cheek with his hand. “You’ll always be beautiful to me.”

I sighed.

“What’s wrong? Why are you still upset?”

“I think I made a mistake.”

“What happened?”

“I called Thurston because I just needed someone to listen to me.”

“How did that go for you?”

“Terrible. He’s been stalking me online and posting my phone number and some other shit.”

“Hold on a minute.”

He retrieved his cell phone from his inside suit jacket pocket. After pressing a button, he put it to his ear. I couldn’t hear the people on the other side, but all he said was, “Thurston. Shut it down.”

“What was that all about?” I asked after he put his phone away.

“Oh, some people I employ. They’re going to make sure he stops harassing you and undoes anything he’s done online disparaging you. In the meantime, we can get your phone number switched if you want.”

“I blocked Thurston, but I’ve been getting calls all day.”

“Do you need the old number for any reason?”

I thought a moment. “No.”

“Great. We’ll get it changed tomorrow. Or tonight if you want. With as much as I pay Verizon every month, they jump when I give them a call.”

“We can do it tomorrow. I turned it off.”

“That’s why you didn’t answer me,” he said.

“You called?”

“I sent a text message a few hours ago about going out to dinner tonight. There’s something I wanted to talk to you about too.”

“Uh oh?”

He smiled. “No, it’s good. I think.”

I threw my arms around him again. He was so powerful, wise and so many other things. Why I’d run from him in the first place escaped me.

“I’m sorry I left,” I said with my head pressed against his chest.

“It’s okay. Really.”

He broke free from my grasp and got down on one knee in front of me. As he looked up at me, he whipped out a small jewelry box. When he lifted the lid, I thought I was going to pass out. My hands rushed to my mouth, covering it as I tried to process the shock.

“Nikki, would you do the honor of marrying me?”

My head nodded, but I couldn’t speak. I hugged him again, never waiting to let go.

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After dinner that night, we put George and Anne in their rooms, hoping they would sleep soundly. If not, the nanny could take care of them. I wanted some time alone with my billionaire. He was so supportive and genuinely seemed excited at the idea of me bearing him another child. The rest of my life appeared mapped out for me, but for once I didn’t mind so much.

Once we changed into our pajamas, we got under the covers together to continue talking. Unlike all the other guys I’d been with recently, Steven was interested in what I had to say. As we laid next to each other in his huge bed, I tried to come up with a good way to try to explain to him all the emotions rushing through my body.

“Are you excited?”

“Fuck yeah,” I said.

He smiled. “Good. Do you want a small wedding or a large one?”

“I don’t know. What do you want? I mean, you could go really ginormous.”

“I could, but that’s not really me.”

I gave him a quick peck on the lips, causing his eyes to light up. When I rested my head on his chest, I placed my hand on his abs. They were so muscular. Yet another thing to love about this man, the one you ran away from for some reason. Part of my didn’t think I deserved to be in bed with a billionaire, but it was a small part. I was mostly happy with our relationship and where it was headed.

“I’m glad you’re happy about the baby,” I said quietly. “I was a little worried?”

“What? Why?” He ran his fingers through my hair, comforting me.

“I don’t know. I’m a mess. It’s probably the hormones.”

“Might be. We’ll need to get you into a doctor. I know someone perfect.”

“Why are you so good to me?” I asked.

“I love you, Nikki. I’ve loved you for a while now.”

“Yeah, but why?”

“I don’t think I could explain that if I tried.”

“What am I going to do after we get married?”

“Anything you heart desires.”

I thought about his statement, what it really meant. With him there were no limits – at least not many.

“Do you want me to get a job?”

“Not if you don’t want to have a job.”

“Won’t people call me a gold digger?”

“You’re not the type of person who cares what others think, are you?”

“No. You’re right.”

He was so correct. Each and every fear that appeared in my mind was shot down quickly. All that was left was a bright future for both of us. Peace fell over me for the first time in years. Steven offered a sense of security, which was more attractive than Xander the artist and Thurston the geek. Neither of the other two could give me what I needed – not completely.

As I traced a circle on his stomach with my finger, I suddenly wanted him. My hand slipped under the waist band of his pajama bottoms and grasped his cock. He didn’t stop me as I tugged at it. Suddenly overwhelmed by desire, I scooted down his body some. A moment later, I was close enough to pull it out and study it closely.

I could have taken him into my mouth from that position, but it wasn’t very comfortable, so I crawled between his legs. We made eye contact as I pulled the pajama pants all the way off. His face scrunched up as I licked the tip of his dick while holding it tightly at the base with my right hand. I smiled and bent my head, letting it slip past my lips and into my mouth.

He groaned as I sucked him. All I wanted was to give him pleasure. Every time I peered up at his face, he stared back at me with an intensity hard to match. Lust dripped out of his eyes as he stared into mine. The taste of him became more precious to me because I understood how good it made him feel. As I gave him head, I wondered if he would still love me when my body changed.

The self-doubt fell to the wayside as my mind concentrated on his cock, pleasing it, teasing it, treating it like it was my own. I came up for air, stroking it up and down a few times with my hand. My tiny, delicate fingers could barely wrap around it. He sat up, as if he wanted me to stop, so I popped the thick, mushroom head back into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip.

He laid back down as my lips pressed tightly against his smooth shaft. The friction built up as my head bobbed up and down on his wonderful cock. None of the other sex I’d had recently mattered anymore. It had all been experimenting. This was different. My love for Steven was displayed in the way I paid attention to his pleasure as I went down on him.

“I’m going to come,” he moaned.

“You’re going to come so good,” I said then sucked him harder and faster.

When the base of his cock twitched, I knew he was getting close. I kept my mouth wrapped tightly around the top, just waiting for him to pop. His warm, wet seed would spill across my tongue, nourishing me, letting me know I’d done a good job of pleasing him. He sat up again, this time more urgently, as if he didn’t want to blast his sperm with my lips locked around him.

But he did. And it was good. I loved the sensation as it hit the back of my mouth and he screamed out in pleasure. I opened my mouth, letting the sticky cream run out while I looked up and into his eyes. His chest rose and fell quickly as he tried to catch his breath. I crawled up and laid next to him with my head on his chest again. He put his arm around me and pulled me close.

After a moment, his breathing returned to normal. Well, almost. He got up and moved between my legs. As he pulled my pajama bottoms down, I unbuttoned my top to free my breasts. His hands ran up and down my thighs as he stared hungrily at his prize. I put my hands behind my head and prepared myself for the sensation of his wet, pink tongue sliding against my delicate flesh.

In that moment, our past together didn’t matter anymore. He licked me slowly and sensually, getting me even wetter. I gently ran my fingers through his hair. For all I cared, he could go down on me all night. I wouldn’t complain. His tongue touched my pink fleshy lips, and I moaned, arching my back slightly. While he lapped at me like a thirsty camel at an oasis, I played with my nipples.

The rock hard nubs sent pings of pleasure shooting through my body and down to my clitoris. As if on cue, his flat, broad tongue slid over the fleshy hood, making me scream in pleasure. He pressed two of his fingers inside me, moving them in and out quickly as he continued licking and kissing my pussy. I took short, quick breaths as my body tingled.

My orgasm hit like a tidal wave, washing over me as my body shook. He removed his fingers and scooted up my body. A moment later, his hard cock slid into my tight, wet hole. I moaned and wrapped my arms around his back as he held himself up with his powerful arms.

“You got me hard again,” he moaned.

I smiled. “It’s okay. I want you so bad.”

“You got me.”

He slid the entire length of his shaft in and out of me quickly. Each thrust, he changed the angle slightly, building up even more friction. If my first orgasm had been a ten, my next one was going to be even more powerful. His muscular chest pressed against my breasts as he pushed in and out of me. We never broke eye contact. I got lost in his eyes as he fucked me hard, fast, and without protection.

When I came again, I could sense he was close as well. Sure enough, after a few more thrusts inside me, he groaned loudly, slowing down. After he finished, he pulled out and laid on the bed next to me. Both of us had sweat covering our bodies. But it was all worth it. Of all the men I’d been with in my life, Steven was the best because he listened to me and responded accordingly.

We laid next to each other in silence for a few moments. Words weren’t always necessary for us anymore. After cleaning up in the master bathroom, we fell asleep together under the covers. Well, he fell asleep. As he snored, I stared up at the ceiling, wondering why I’d been so blessed. After all the mistakes I’d made in my life, I still had someone who truly cared about me. His snores didn’t bother me. They were the sound of life. And not being upset was true love. Eventually, I fell asleep.

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The next two days were magical on so many different levels. Steven opened up to me and talked about his life before me. He even admitted how hard it had been for him not to make a move on me when I was his babysitter. We grew closer to each other with each and every day that passed. And then it all changed. One day, out of nowhere, he handed me a manila envelope.