Play Hard: Bad Boy Sports Romance (48 page)

Her pussy fit my cock like they had been made at the same time, were somehow always meant to be together like two pieces of a puzzle. She leaned further down, nuzzling her cheek against mine while whispering dirty phrases and words into my ear.

“Fuck with your hard cock. Deep. Fast.”

I grabbed her ass cheeks and pushed up and into her even deeper each time she came down. We found the perfect rhythm, giving us just enough friction and action to feel good but not so much we came right away. Time to build made everything so much better, especially sex.

As her hard nipples rubbed against my chest, I squeezed those perfect ass cheeks, loving the way she felt, the way she made me feel. Time may have passed, but I became lost in the primal intensity of the present moment. Her pussy sliding over my cock, taking it all into her.

She sat up, pinching her nipples as she continued to ride me rough and fast. I put my palm on her stomach and twiddled her clit with my thumb as she rode me. This drove her wild, causing her to scream out in pleasure.

“I’m coming,” she said.

Fuck! No condom!
I thought at the exact same time she came, her face contorted and her eyes closed. Both of us had forgotten. I smiled as I realized it didn’t matter. Eventually, she would have my children. Maybe I would get lucky early.

She slowed down but continued bouncing up and down on my dick. I grabbed those breasts and squeezed as I felt myself ready to come.

“Come inside me, baby.”

Knowing she knew we had forgotten the condom, I grunted as my cock came, shooting my hot, sticky seed deep inside her. She leaned forward again, her breasts pressed against my chest, her face a few inches from mine. We kissed as my body shook, shooting the last of my semen inside her.

“Oh, baby,” she said. “It truly does keep getting better.”

“Let’s go down to the pool,” I said, not wanting to wait any longer.

“What? Why?”

She tilted her head to the side slightly.

“I want to see you dive again.”

“Tonight? Right now?”

I nodded.

“Why not?”

“Well, we just did it, and I’m tired, and…”

“Come on,” I said. “Just one dive. It will be refreshing.”

“Okay,” she relented. “You’re acting so weird.”

“I’m just happy.”

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

I bobbed up and down in the water, looking up as she stood on the end of the diving board. She looked marvelous, but I loved her mind even more.

“Dive!” I shouted.

She smiled then executed a perfect jump off the diving board, hitting the water with a slight splash. I pulled the ring out of my swim trunks pocket as she swam to the surface.

I swam over where she came up.

“There? Are you happy now, crazy man?”

“Not yet,” I said. “Would you make me the happiest man on the planet tonight and agree to be my wife?”

A smile spread across her face as she threw her arms over my shoulders as we treaded water in front of each other.

“I’ll need a verbal answer,” I said.

“Yes, silly. Yes!”

She kissed me then swam away to the edge of the pool. I followed. Both of us got out, the smell of chlorine thick in the air. I dropped to one knee and held out the ring.

The rest of the world faded away as she held out her hand. I slipped the ring on her finger then stood to kiss her again, our wet, naked bodies pressed against each other.

“After everything we’ve been through, I saw we take a pre-wedding honeymoon this summer.”

“I can finish my novel anywhere,” she said. “And I’d go anywhere with you.”

“Anywhere it is, then.”

We kissed again. Her saying yes beat the feeling of winning a championship game by far.

FORTY

Tony

Fifteen Months Later

Her first romance novel, Touchdown, broke into the top thousand books on Amazon. The next one did even better. A year later, she had released a half-dozen books. Hanky Panky, the latest, had broken into the top hundred. I was sure she loved interacting with the readers more than the money.

At least she was happy. As for me, I stayed on the team. My comeback year was the biggest of my entire career. I scored more points, won more games, and got into less trouble than any other professional player in the entire country. Even better, I still hadn’t placed a single bet on anything.

I looked across the patio as she laid in a lawn chair. Her bulging belly made me smile. Six months after our wedding, she told me she was pregnant with twins. The news made me feel better than if I had won thirty of more championship games in a row. Nothing compared to fatherhood.

She looked up and noticed me watching.

“What?”

“Are they here yet?” I teased.

For the last six months, I’d been asking her if it was time. To my surprise, she nodded her head. I sat up, trying not to panic.

“You’re sure? Oh, shit. Where’s the bag. Do you have the bag? The bag is in the car, right? I forgot to get gas. There’s only a half-tank, we’re not going to make it.”

She smiled up at me.

“Calm down. Breathe deeply.”

“Shit. I’m freaking out. You should be the one freaking out, right? Should we both freak out?”

“Let’s go with neither,” she said and held out her arm. “Help me up?”

“Sure. Yeah. I got this.”

I helped her to her feet. Five minutes later, she had waddled to the Escalade parked in the driveway. After getting her in the front seat, I ran around the front to slide in behind the steering wheel.

“Keys,” I said, patting my pockets. “Where are the keys?”

“Here, baby.”

I turned and saw them dangling from between her fingers.

“You’re awesome,” I said.

“Remember to breath. Wait. Aren’t you supposed to be telling me that?”

“You’re calm. That’s good. We’ll make it.”

My sentence construction skills were limited as I started up the SUV and carefully backed out of the driveway of our shared home.

“You’ll need to drive a bit faster,” she said. “The contractions are getting closer together.”

“Yeah,” I said, trying to process all the information coming at me.

She placed her hand on thigh and squeezed. Instantly, I calmed down.
We’re going to do this
, I thought to myself, taking a deep breath.

“We still don’t have names,” she said, her breathing a bit more labored.

“Are you okay?” I asked, glancing over at her.

“Keep your eyes on the road. I’m fine. This isn’t easy on me.”

I made it to the hospital in record time. After pulling up to the emergency room entrance, I parked and jumped out of the car. She struggled to get out.

“Here,” I said, grabbing a wheelchair.

She sat down. I wheeled her toward the entrance.

“You can’t park there,” a security guard said.

“She’s going into labor. Tow it if you have to tow it.”

“Hey, aren’t you Tony Carlotti?”

“Yeah, he is, and I’m his wife who’s in labor.”

“Go in, go in,” the guard said. “I’ll watch your Escalade.”

“Thanks, man,” I said.

“No, thank you for two championships in a row. You the shit, man.”

I smiled.

“Thanks. We have to go.”

“Yeah, yeah, go, go,” he said.

I wheeled Andrea further inside. She lost her cool, her breathing increasing as we neared the elevators.

“You need to hurry up, Tony. This is happening now. There’s two human beings about to pop out of me. Move!”

I smashed the up button of the elevator and waited, tapping my foot and rolling her forward and back slightly.

“You got this, baby,” I said. “Remember the breathing.”

“I’m breathing. I need the drugs, and I need them now!”

The elevator doors slid open. I pushed her in and pressed the button for the fifth floor, the maternity ward.

“Fuck. I forgot to hit the It’s Happening button on the app to let them know we’re coming.”

“Hit it now,” she said.

I grabbed my phone and tapped the stork icon.

“There. That was simple.”

“Hurry!” she screamed again.

“We’re almost…”

A bell dinged and the doors slid open. I pushed her out into a hallway, looking to the left and right for a nurse’s station. When I saw one, I rushed over.

“She’s having her baby,” I said.

“We just got your notification,” a nurse said, walking around her desk. “Let’s get her into a room and prepped. The doctor will be here shortly.”

“I need the drugs!” she yelled again.

“We got this,” I said to her while squeezing her shoulder.

“Drugs,” she said simply.

The nurse opened a door. I wheeled Andrea in. A few minutes later, she was on the bed, drugs hitting her bloodstream to help with the immense pain. I stood by her side. She squeezed my hand tightly, but I didn’t care as the doctor came into the room.

“You need a mask on,” he said, nodding his head toward me.

“Oh, yeah,” I said, looking around the room.

I wasn’t about to wrestle my hand from Andrea’s grasp.

“Here you go,” a nurse said as she handed me one.

I managed to get it on with one hand as the doctor did his job. Most of the time, I kept my attention on Andrea’s face. Even in the pain of labor, she looked beautiful to me. Or maybe her beauty came from the fact she was about to become the mother of my first two children.

She grunted, breathing heavily, and squeezed my hand even tighter.

“We got this,” I said. “Breath.”

“There’s no we in childbirth!” she said loudly between breaths.

“Push,” the doctor said. “Concentrate.”

The miracle of birth unfolded in front of me. It was truly the most miraculous sight ever. Nothing compared to the emotions running through my mind as not one but two baby boys were delivered. They were both healthy if not a bit small. I loved them all the same.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

An hour later, as Andrea held both our baby boys, I smiled down at her.

“We still need to come up with names.”

“We are not going to call either of them Touchdown.”

“Hey, I was just joking,” I said. “Okay, not really, but I understand. It would suck if Touchdown grew up to hate sports.”

“So…I was thinking something simple and traditional, like Samuel and Timothy, Sam and Tim.”

I glanced down at them, so sweet, fresh and innocent.

“That works for me,” I said.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. They have a nice ring to them.”

“I love you, Tony.”

As I stared down at her smiling face, so full of joy, I knew words were meaningless, but I said them anyway.

“I love you, Andrea, and our whole family.”

She smiled.

“We’re a family now. I’m so glad I walked in on you, Tony.”

“So am I, Andrea. So am I.”

I bent to kiss her softly on the lips.

While I wasn’t a betting man anymore, if I had to wager on us making, the odds would suck because the chances were so high of us being together until we grew gray and old. I placed my hand on her arm. The playoff ring that gleamed didn’t compare to the satisfaction and happiness of starting a family.

“This scene better not make it one of your novels,” I teased.

“All names will be changed to protect the innocent. Trust me.”

I trusted her more than any other person on the entire planet.

Stoned

ONE

Heidi

First Interview

The smell of expensive leather and wealth hit me as I sat next to Brent Stone in the back of a stretch SUV. I thought about my next question while we headed back from a tour of his new multi-acre grow operation outside of Denver, Colorado.

“Is your surname really Stone?” I asked.

He turned to me with a cocksure grin.

“You’re starting with that?”

I scribbled “cocky” in my notebook.

“It’s what everyone wants to know.”

“Everyone, huh? You too?”