Play Hard: Bad Boy Sports Romance (19 page)

“No shit,” Thompson, a rookie, said.

“What did you say?” I asked, turning to him.

I forgot sometimes everyone below me on the totem pole wanted to climb their way to the top and replace me. My problems gave them cause to celebrate.

“Nothing,” he muttered.

“Fucking right you said nothing.”

My anger built up even more as I walked to my locker and began undressing. I did it as quickly as possible, determined to find out exactly what had happened to Haley.

I sent her a text before jumping in the shower. When I got out, she had replied, telling me she was home and safe but not to come over.
Try and stop me
, I thought.

After getting dressed, I headed out of the locker room and trekked across campus on foot toward her apartment. I took the path where I’d met her that first night.

Memories of all the sexual encounters and time spent together came rushing back to me as I increased my pace, anxious to see her again. Why hadn’t she used me as an alibi?

Only she had the answer to that question, and I would get her to tell me. Why did love have to be so fucking complicated? Was it even worth all the headaches?

I thought Haley was worth it in so many ways. If she felt the same about me, we might have a chance of a bright future together. I believed love would find a way.

THIRTY-TWO

James

When I reached her apartment, I stopped on the front porch and knocked loudly. The door opened slightly, and I saw her beautiful face.

“What are you doing here?” She glanced around. “You shouldn’t be here. Come inside.”

“I heard Tabby is trying to get you in trouble,” I said as I walked in.

“Yeah, but I don’t want it to get out that we’re together because your coach would be mad. I’ll be okay. Don’t worry about it.”

“Don’t worry about it? How can you say that?”

“Because I love you, James, and I want the best for you.”

“Love means we work together. Always.”

I put a hand on her waist as I stared into her eyes. She frowned.

“Well, we can’t this time. Your dream of making the pros is important to me now too.”

“What about you? Your dream is important too.”

“I have time and a few different paths I can take. It’s different.”

“This isn’t right,” I said.

“It’s not, but we have to do what we have to do, you know?”

She stood on her toes and kissed me, making all my problems melt away. I loved the way she made me feel when her body was pressed against mine.

“We can have one big night of passion before breaking it off the rest of the semester,” she said.

“I don’t want to break it off…”

Her kiss silenced me. I reached down and picked her up. Carrying her in my arms, I walked to her bedroom, opening the door with my foot.

She clung to me, nibbling at my ear as I crossed her room to the bed. I kissed her neck a moment before setting her down on the mattress.

The sight of her looking up at me stirred the beast between my legs. One more night wouldn’t be nearly enough. I was ready to give up going pro to be with her.

As I took off my clothes, she stood up and did the same. We had seen each other’s bodies many times before, but I still got aroused at her naked flesh.

I bent and kissed one of her dark nipples, loving the way it hardened between my lips. After our acrobatic the last time, we took it more careful.

Even the basic positions were extraordinary with her. She made me feel like no other woman had been able to over the years. We were meant for each other.

She ran her fingers through my hair as I kissed lower, getting on my knees in front of her. I wanted to worship every single inch of her body.

Her moans let me know she appreciated the attention as I kissed her stomach then moved lower. Grabbing that ass, I buried my face between her legs.

As I licked and kissed, she spread her legs a bit, giving me easier access. While I made love to her pussy with my mouth, I stroked my cock.
Fuck! Condoms!

Should I tell her or just keep going? Surely she’s going to notice.

My mind went over every possibility as I traced the alphabet with my tongue, making her moan even louder.
I’ll get her off and then leave. Yeah, that’s doable
.

“Fuck me, baby,” she said, stepping back.

I stared up at her, my hard cock in my right hand.

“Let me finish,” I said, breathing heavy.

“I want you inside me.”

After a deep sigh, I said, “I forgot a condom.”

“Oh no…”

“Yeah. Let me finish.” I licked her slit from bottom to top. “You taste so good.”

“Don’t stop,” she begged.

I did not stop, but I slowed down, etching every inch of her flesh into my mind. If we had to be away from each other for even a few weeks, I wanted to remember her.

After a few licks, I stopped and laid down on my back.

“Come here,” I said, motioning with my hand. “Sit on my face.”

“I’m not sure…”

“It’s my fantasy.”

Her eyes widened.

“Okay…Sixty-nine?”

“No. This is sixty-eight, all about you.”

She smiled as she kneeled on the carpet. A moment later, she had straddled my chest. I grabbed her ass and pulled her forward.

The most amazing pussy in the world inched closer to my face. I still had her taste in my mouth, but I wanted more, so much more.

Her thighs were pressed against my face. She stared down at me, a look of anticipation on her face. I loved when a woman rode my mouth, using me.

“Oh, James…”

I licked her tender, pink flesh again, loving the sounds she made. Moans fell from her mouth to my ears as I grabbed her ass and rocked her body forward and backward.

She got into it after a few seconds, grinding her wet pussy against my face. I stuck my tongue out as far as possible, and she rubbed herself against it like it was a mini-dick.

As I made her moan even louder, I continued stroking my cock. While I wanted to be inside her so bad, a child would change both of our lives, and not necessarily for the better.

“I can’t do it,” she said, breathing hard and heavy.

She moved down my body. I stared up and into her eyes.

“I have to have you inside me.”

“Are you sure?”

Without another word, my dick slid into her pussy as she continued moving backward. Once it was all the way in, she began riding me, moving it in and out.

All the while, she stared into my eyes. The room spun and the world disappeared as I began to see glimpses of her soul. I loved who I saw looking back at me.

My hard, throbbing cock slid in and out of her tight hole as our bodies synched up. When she came down, I thrust upward, even deeper into her warm, wet folds.

“James,” she moaned.

“Yes, baby…”

I slid my hands up the front of her body, squeezing her breasts as the friction of my skin sliding into hers built up to intolerable levels of immense pleasure.

“James…”

“Haley…”

Neither of us needed words to understand how the other felt in that particular moment of space and time. Her mind fell into mine, melded together with it.

We were separate but together, two but one. She leaned forward, palms on my chest to hold herself up as she continued grinding relentlessly.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck
.

I found it hard to formulate any type of rational thought. Part of me understood fucking her without a condom was dangerous, but in the heat of the moment, I didn’t care.

As I got closer to coming, I sped up my thrusts. Nothing mattered but achieving an orgasm, shooting my hot, thick seed deep inside her and making a fucking baby.

The look on her face told me she was close too. We were still staring into each other’s eyes, knowing somehow we had won the ultimate prize.
I’m so close. This is it!

Both of us flinched as someone pounded on her front door.

“Who the hell is that?” she asked, crawling off me.

“I have no idea,” I said then stood up, my still hard cock bobbing up and down. “Let’s go fine out.”

We both threw on our clothes. Stuffing my hard cock into my underwear and then pants was not fun and took me a bit longer.

“Go on,” I said. “I’ll be there in a moment.”

She flung open the door of her bedroom and rushed out. I gave up wrestling my cock and shut the door before sitting on the edge of her bed to wait for her.

THIRTY-THREE

Haley

When I got to my front door, I opened it with one hand while holding my robe closed with the other. A skinny man with a Mohawk wearing a pink shirt stood on the porch surrounded by two other men and two women. I didn’t recognize any of them.

“Can I help you?” I asked. “It’s late.”

“We’re friends of Tabby, and we’re here to get her stuff.”

“Um, I don’t know who the hell you are. What makes you think you can show up here and collect her things?”

“She told us to come get them,” he said, slipping past me.

“Hey!” I shouted, startled.

The other four walked into the living room and looked around.

“Get the hell out of here!”

“What’s going on?” James asked as he emerged from the hallway, fully dressed.

“There he is,” the Mohawk man said, pointing.

A tiny woman with short cropped hair wearing all black darted across the room. She stopped in front of James, swung her arm back, and slapped him. My eyes widened in surprise at her actions, but what he did next surprised me even more.

Nothing. He didn’t raise his hand or try to stop her. I fell even deeper in love with him at that moment. The situation slipped into hell-mode over the next few seconds. All three guys rushed toward James, yelling at the top of their lungs.

He punched one in the face, sending him spiraling to the floor. I put my hands over my mouth, not believing what was happening. James crouched into a fighting position with his fists up. The other two guys stopped and looked at each other.

“Don’t do it, fellas,” James said in a calm, cool tone.

“It’s a hate crime!” the Mohawk man said from the floor. “He hates gays! Call the police!”

“What the hell? You guys broke in here. He’s just defending himself.”

“Yeah? Wait until our social media friends hear about this. He’s going to be kicked off the team.”

I jumped into action, rushing over to James.

“Leave out the back door. You were never here. It’s their word against mind and yours.”

“Are you sure?”

“Go!” I yelled, pushing his arm.

He frowned, but he took off toward the kitchen.

I spun around.

“You guys better get out of here. I’m calling the police.”

“Fuck you and your hater boyfriend!” Mohawk said as he got to his feet.

“No, fuck you!”

I ran back to the bedroom to get my phone. By the time I got back, they had all left, but I called anyone, wanting to report the incident.

Fuck Tabby!

* * *

A campus police car drove up and parked at the curb as I sat on the porch. I jumped up and walked over as a man in his late twenties got out. We met at the sidewalk in front of the house.

“You call us?” he asked, looking around. “What’s going on today?”

“My roommate’s friends showed up and tried to attack me. They burst into my house uninvited.”

“And? Where are they now?”

“They ran away.”

“Do you know their names?”

“No, I don’t, but one had a Mohawk.”

“Uh-huh. That’s your description, huh? You going to tell me it was a group of black men next?”

“No! I’m being serious. This really happened. Just now.”

“We’ve had way too many calls at this location.”

“I’m moving at the end of the semester.”

“Wise choice,” he said, pulling up his sagging pants. “You college chicks need to stop with this false informing bullshit,” he said.

I frowned, not wanting to fight it. As long as James was safe.

“Yes, officer.”

“I’m serious. We’re tired of coming out here for these bullshit reasons.”