Rookie Moves: A Quick Snap Novella

by Tarrah Anders

  Me: Are you?

  Em: No. But I can’t. I have a breakfast with my mom and her lady friends in the morning that I can’t get out of.

  Me: Bummer. Date tomorrow night?

  Em: Most definitely.

  I lean my head back against my seat and close my eyes. Next thing I know, my shoulder is being shaken by someone and my neck hurts.

  “We’re back.” Montgomery sing-songs.

  I get up and notice that I’m the only other guy on the plane and shake my head.

  “Thanks man.”

  “The other guys were talking about letting you sleep until the pilot woke you up, but I didn’t want you to feel left out. Good hustle today.” He nods and offers me his knuckles.

  I drag my ass off the plane and then through the private player terminal to my truck.

  Moments later, I’m on the freeway and driving straight home, where I take my ass straight to bed to wake up in the morning to run some new drills in a special practice that appeared on my calendar out of the blue.

  Not a days rest for a rookie.

  Chapter 13

  Emily

  With Grant, I’ve learned that I am able to be myself. I don’t need to pretend that I’m someone else and the feeling of having to please everyone is non-existent.

  It feels liberating and like I can actually breathe.

  The majority of my friends are people who are in the same circle of my parent’s, so I’ve never been really sure if I can be free in who I am with them.

  In other words, I’ve never really let my hair down until now.

  And right now, it’s midnight and we’re on our way to Madison Park Beach. The area is already closed, and I’m feeling adventurous. When Grant asked me what I wanted to do for our date tonight, I told him I wanted to come here after dinner. But what I didn’t tell him was what I wanted to do, when the park was closed.

  That was a secret that I will be showing him once we get to the shoreline.

  He pulls onto a side road, that we would normally take to the parking lot and parks since it’s closed.

  I grab the tote that I brought with towels when he picked me up and excitedly get out of the truck.

  “Care to tell me what we’re doing here? The water is going to be cold, you’re seriously wanting to go swimming?” he asks.

  “We’re being adventurous, remember?”

  “Is this something that’s going to get me in trouble with the team?” He asks cautiously.

  “You think that I would try to put us both in danger? I mean c’mon, I’m the mayor’s daughter. I have to be prim and proper at all times.”

  “Then why do you have an evil glint to your eye and are smiling like the joker?”

  “Am not,” I stop, turn, and put my fists on my hips.

  “Then explain what’s going on with your lips, they’re curved up in a way that says you have something up your sleeve.” He points at my face.

  I press my fingers to the corners of my mouth, I don’t feel like my lips are curved up any way special, but when I look up at him and see him silently laughing, bent over and clutching his stomach, I shake my head.

  “You suck, got me feeling all self-conscious!” I turn and begin walking down the path, with Grant on my heels, still laughing behind me until we reach the end where the sand meets the water. I drop the tote bag by my feet and begin to disrobe as I turn to Grant.

  “What is happening?” Grant whispers staring at me.

  “What does it look like I’m doing?”

  “That’s not a swimsuit,” he says while he looks around in fear of us being seen.

  “Nope.” I pop the p in response.

  “Em, this could get us in trouble,” he whisper shouts.

  “Don’t be boring, Grant. No one patrols here until about one-thirty.”

  “How do you know that?” he questions.

  “This isn’t my first rodeo.”

  “Are you trying to tell me that I’m not the first guy you’ve brought here to be adventurous with?” He jokes.

  “I mean,” I shrug playfully. “Regardless, hurry up and strip. Your clothes won’t come off themselves.”

  “That would be a pretty cool trick though,” he smirks.

  “Snap, snap!” I joke.

  “So demanding,” he says under his breath as he pulls his shirt over his head.

  I watch in anticipation. We have hung out together a handful of times, we’ve kissed and made out, but this would be the first time that we would be naked in front of one another.

  Suddenly, I’m nervous.

  All of a sudden, I’m having second thoughts about this being the first time. But it’s already too late as he unbuttons his shorts and begins to slide them down. He’s commando, and I cover my eyes immediately on instinct.

  “Oh, look who’s not feeling so adventurous now.” I can’t see him, but I can hear him and then his hand connects with mine against my eyes and he tugs it away.

  I squeeze my eyes shut and he laughs. He steps closer, as evidence of his hand pressing mine against his chest.

  “I can put my clothes back on, if that’s something that you would like?”

  “No, no, no. Just let me get used to the idea, now that it’s really happening. I swear, I’m not a prude,” I say, my hand now freely roaming against his bare skin.

  I open my eyes slowly, with my face up to look at him.

  “You can look down, you know. Nothing will bite you, unless you want it to.”

  “You realize that if your penis bites, there’s something seriously wrong with it, right?” I giggle.

  He shakes his head then his hands move to my waistband.

  “May I?” he asks.

  I nod and his thumbs dip under the fabric and he starts to pull it down.

  “Hey! What are you two doing out there? This beach is closed!” Someone in the distance shouts.

  Grant frantically grabs his clothes by his feet as I grab my shirt and the tote, then pull my yoga pants up from the small distance that Grant started to pull them down.

  Grant reaches back, grabs my hand and we start running. He’s still naked and the moonlight makes his toned ass even brighter than what I’m sure it is.

  The person who yelled at us, is still shouting behind us and his flashlight bounces off of the bushes along the path that leads back to the street. We’re both out of breath by the time we reach Grant’s truck and I break out in laughter.

  Grant unlocks the truck and I slide in, as he stands outside of the truck and puts his shorts back on, then slides into the front seat. He starts the truck and I look down the path and see on-coming headlights.

  “Time to go, whoever that was is headed our way.” I tell him.

  “Well, he’ll have to unlock the gate first, we’re good.” He pulls onto the street and we drive a few blocks in silence before he pulls over to the side of the residential street.

  He reaches across the center console and unbuckles my seatbelt then pulls me over.

  “Come over here,” his voice roughly insists.

  He threads his hand through my hair and pulls my face down to his as I straddle his lap.

  We kiss softly and then he pulls away.

  “So, one-thirty was definitely the wrong time.”

  “Maybe it was twelve thirty,” I shrug and wink.

  He shakes his head before pulling me back in for a kiss.

  “Sleep over tonight?” he asks.

  Chapter 14

  Grant

  What a night. I picked up Emily from the back alley of her house so she can sneak out again, even though her parents are okay with us dating. If she didn’t sneak out, that means that her detail would likely be sitting outside of my apartment all night, so she keeps sneaking out to avoid that.

  We ate a late dinner and then she told me where we were going. Little did I know that she was being sneaky, and the point of our night was to go skinny dipping. Except, we didn’t get that far. Oh no! We almost got caught and that would have
totally sucked, but it was exciting and fun.

  Now, after the adrenaline has calmed down, we’re on our way to my apartment where I know that my roommate won’t be to finally spend the night together. She’s coming to my place for the first time, since most of our dates together have been supervised in one way or another. Our ride is silent, and I can feel the nerves that she had previously on the sand from seeing me naked is now thick between us in the car until I park my car.

  “What are you going to tell your parents when you’re not in your room in the morning?” I ask.

  “I’ll just make sure that I get home before they try to wake up me. They don’t really bother me, unless I haven’t surfaced after lunch.”

  “Is that often?”

  “It’s happened more than I’d like to admit,” she replies sheepishly.

  I laugh and open the door, walk around, and get to her side. I’m still not wearing a shirt and smile when I see that she’s struggling to put hers on.

  “Gotta take off your seatbelt,” I tell her.

  “Oh, yeah,” she blushes when she realizes that I’m right.

  She steps out of the truck and puts her hand in mine as I lead her to my apartment.

  “You know, I would have expected you to live in some super fancy place,” she observes.

  “Wow, really? Do I look that superficial?” I play shocked at her statement.

  “Isn’t that what football players do? You guys spend money on cribs and whips?” She smirks.

  “Some do. Remember, I’m still a rookie.”

  “What’s that mean?”

  “Just that I’m not going to spend my money on something just in case the Seahawks decide that they don’t want me anymore.”

  “Don’t you have a contract?”

  “All rookies get three-year contracts,” I tell her. “But I’m smart and put money away, there’s no need to go spend it like it’s endless. I know what it’s like to not have any money, so I’m avoiding the ‘what if’.”

  “That’s a good way of managing your money. I’m sorry, if it seemed like I was judging you. I was just surprised, that’s all.”

  “It’s okay. I get it. There’s a way that people think that we live. I just don’t.”

  “Sorry,” she apologizes.

  “It’s okay. But I should probably tell you that I have a roommate, but he’s not home now,” I squeeze her hand.

  I open up the door and switch on the lights in the main room. I live in the typical single male type of space. No knick knacks or art, and there is mismatched furniture and a very large television.

  I drop my keys on the kitchen counter and turn on the kitchen light.

  “Drink?” I ask.

  “No, just you,” she says quietly. “We’ve had weeks of foreplay, we don’t need alcohol to get lubricated, just us.”

  I turn off the light, meet her halfway across the living room, and wrap my arms around her waist and pull her against me.

  “Are you sure about this?” I ask. “We don’t need to rush into anything. I’m not going anywhere.” I confess.

  “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life.”

  I bend my neck down to her and my lips capture hers. The kiss is soft at the start, however the longer that we kiss, the more ravenous that I feel and the faster we move from the living room to the bedroom. I feel reinvigorated, nothing matters right now except for her. Not the game, not the B.S. of what my image looks like to someone else, nothing, except for her and I, right now.

  Even though Jake isn’t home tonight, out of habit, I kick shut the bedroom door before we move to the bed with the low light from the streetlights peeking through the curtains in my room.

  I sit down at the end and she sits on my lap and presses down eliciting a groan from deep in my throat from the contact. She tangles her hands through the back of my hair and her chest presses against me before she pulls back. The room is silent, we are silent except for our breath and the air between us is thick with desire.

  She crosses her arms over her chest, grabs the hem of her shirt, then throws it on the floor. She lifts my shirt and it falls beside hers. Her fingers brush against my chest, exploring my upper body.

  I push her off my lap and pull at her yoga pants, once they hit the carpet, mine follow and we’re standing fully naked in front of one another for the first time. And it’s one of the most intimate moments that I’ve ever shared with someone. The quiet observation, the appreciation and the need palpitates in the air between us, until she rushes forward and our bodies clash. I turn and lay her on the bed and pull her up to the top of the mattress.

  In the darkness of the room, and the light seeping in from outside, I brush off the stray hairs from her face.

  “You are so beautiful,” I whisper before kissing her.

  My cock, with a mind of its own is nudging at her entrance and I know that before we go any further that I need to be smart about our first time.

  “One sec,” I lift off of her and open the top drawer of my dresser across from the bed, retrieve a few condoms and tear one open as I move the short distance back to her.

  She watches me with a hunger in her eyes and once she licks her lips, my heart beats faster and I move in between her legs. I lean down and splay light kisses from her ankles to her hip and I grin when our eyes meet. I continue moving up her body, nipping at her nipples and my hand cups her breast as I move up to her neck, across her jaw, and to her soft lips. I slowly pull back and lean up on my knees and I stroke my cock after sheathing myself and take in a ragged breath.

  “Are you ready?” I check with her one last time. She nods and bites her lower lip, and I lean down to hover over her.

  I push into her slowly, and relish in the squeezing of my cock from her body. Her hips slowly move as she silently begs for me to move. Once her body has relaxed to my size, my hips slowly pull out and thrust back in, over and over again as she writhes underneath me, softly mewling. Her sounds pull me even further into bliss and my movements begin getting erratic. She pushes me up and forces me to my back, straddles my hips and lifts to her knees. I watch my cock move in and out of her pussy and feel elation in this moment.

  A moment later my cock is again buried deep inside her and my back bows from the bed and she begins to scream my name.

  Chapter 15

  Emily

  I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here, in the warmth of Grant’s arms and in his bed.

  But I didn’t plan out tonight in the best way. Overall, I’m happy and feeling some heavy feelings for the tree trunk of a man that I’m snuggling against. As I run my hand along his ribs and down his abdomen.

  “Mmmm, if you keep doing that, I can’t be liable for what happens next, and I know that I have to take you home soon.”

  “Oh no, what will happen?” I say playfully, dancing two fingers along the dips and valleys of his stomach. As a football player, he has an incredible body and I’m in awe of muscles I wasn’t aware that people can have.

  I hear a growl come from him and a moment later, I’m on my back and he’s hovering over me with a carnal look to his eyes.

  “I have something that I need to warn you about,” he says quietly.

  “Oh yeah? What’s that?” I ask in a breathy whisper.

  “I have the stamina of a wild stallion.”

  “What are we talking about here?” I ask.

  “The fact that I will repeatedly ravage you as often as I possibly can. You’ve opened up a craziness inside of me—there’s no telling what will happen.”

  And with that, he presses his hips against me, I lightly moan as I enjoy the friction and the hard lines of his body.

  “I trust you,” I tell him wiggling my hips against his erection.

  “Huh?” He pushes up.

  “I want to feel you, all of you. I’m clean.” I widen my eyes and hope that he understands that I’m telling him that I want to go bare with him.

  “Oh.” He gets it. He grins a
nd leans down again, kissing my lips chastely. “Are you sure?” he asks.

  “Positive.” I nod as his reaches between us and lightly runs his hand against my center. He dips a finger in and then adds another as my hips buck up in response.

  “I’m clean too, I’ve only once without a condom, and that was a complete accident,” he confesses.

  He pumps his hand against me, and bends to take my breast in his mouth as I arch my back off of the mattress. My body melts with so many different sensations while he finger fucks me. Moments later, he replaces his fingers with his cock, and I feel so full and happy.

  His hips thrust and mine meet each movement with my fingertips digging into his sides and my knee hitched to the side for him to go deeper as I moan, and he grunts.

  My body erupts in goosebumps as his lips glide across my collarbone and I feel a thunderous feeling inside building up just waiting to explode. Grant thrusts and I begin to cling to him the faster he moves. The bedroom is a symphony of sounds, from the creaking of the bed, to our bodies moving against one another, to the soft moans coming from our mouths. The morning light allows me to see his face as he drives into me. The tension in his neck as he pumps into me, to the roll of his eyes as he feels everything. My body is drenched in bliss as we go through this sensual moment together and all my feelings are rushing forward.

  “I’m—I’m—coming!” I moan.

  “Yes,” he hisses through his teeth.

  I squeeze my eyes tight and fireworks erupt behind my lids. My mouth drops open and a silent scream comes out. Grant pushes into me, my pussy milking his cock as I feel a light burst of pressure and his head falls into the crook of my neck to a loud moan of satisfaction.

  There’s silence in the room aside from our heavy breathing. Grant pushes himself up and looks down at me.

  “Give me a few minutes, and I’ll be ready to go again.” He grins.

  “Do you think your boyfriend will be accompanying you to lunch on Saturday?” My mother asks walking into the kitchen as I make myself a sandwich.