Line of Scrimmage: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (Pass To Win Book 2)

by Roxy Sinclaire

  She doesn’t turn any lights on but leads me straight to her bedroom. In one swift movement, her little black dress is off and on the floor. She has nothing on underneath and I am at full attention.

  “What’s taking you so long?” She makes a move for my jeans.

  “Take it easy, baby.” Did she ever tell me her name?

  She crawls up onto the bed and faces me. She crosses her arms under her jutting breasts and props them up high to emphasize her cleavage.

  “Don’t make me wait anymore,” she pouts.

  I want her to stop talking, but I get her point. I don’t want to wait anymore either.

  I join her on the bed and gently push her on to her back. I start at her high perky breasts and slowly explore my way down her flat stomach. She writhes and moans with abandon beneath me.

  “Go down on me, go down on me. I need to come.”

  This girl is ripe for the picking, but I’m not even close to ready to bring her to climax. I slow my route to her slit, and cup her breasts. Her nipples are as hard and peaked as the Himalayas and I pinch them with just enough pressure to make her yelp for more. She flings one of her long toned legs behind her head and rubs her wet pussy against my chest. With such easy access being granted, I have no choice but to go down and give her the release she has been begging for. She moans and yells so loud, I fear a neighbor will call the police. I hold her leg in place behind her head and roll on a condom with one hand and then thrust into her.

  I feel my own release coming and with it, my misgivings over the exchange with Aria begin disappearing. What does it matter in the end? I will never see her again and under no circumstances will I ever open myself up like that to another woman.

  I’m not sure when I fell asleep, but I wake up in a cold sweat, my heart pounding a staccato drumbeat against my ribs. I had that damn recurring dream again. Correct that; I had that damn recurring nightmare again. It’s always the same. I wake up in the dingy small bedroom of my youth; the twin bed, film and band posters on the wall, stained ceiling. My mom and dad’s trailer, the only home I knew for the first seventeen years of my life. In the nightmare, I am right back there and the last five years have all been a fantasy. I’m still pale, skinny, broke, and most of all, clueless about girls.

  I take in the unfamiliar surroundings, and breathe a sigh of relief that it’s not the trailer. Then I curse myself for not going home after the evening’s entertainment. Once sex was over and yoga girl was fast asleep in sexed-out bliss, I should have hit the road. But uncharacteristically, I fell asleep. Now, here I am, still in her bed, and she has her legs wrapped around me so tightly that it’s like waking up with a boa constrictor using me as a pillow.

  Despite my desire to escape before she wakes up, morning wood is getting the better of me. Especially when I can’t help but recall how she flung her leg behind her head so I could have better access to her damp entrance when I went down on her. So yeah, last night was hot, but not so hot that I don’t regret staying the night.

  She is starting to stir, which means it’s time to make my escape. She rolls onto her back and I allow myself a last appreciative look at her toned body before I jump out of bed.

  Fortune favors me this morning and I am dressed and out of the bedroom without the yoga superstar waking up. Maybe it wasn’t so terrible that I spent the night here after all. I leave her a short but sweet note on the entry table, to thank her for an unforgettable experience. And I am out of there. If I remember our walk here last night correctly, I am only a couple of blocks from my favorite coffee shop and then two more blocks from my own apartment.

  If you told me when I was seventeen and still living in my parent’s trailer that I would have a glass-walled steam shower in an apartment in Manhattan, I wouldn’t have believed it. My parents and I shared a bathroom and by the time I got my turn, there was no hot water left and never any water pressure.

  If someone told me that my morning routine would include shaving and buffing my entire body, and I mean absolutely every part of my body, I would think the person completely insane. But things change, and for the better. My body is my business now and I have to take care of every aspect of it.

  I love my apartment and I love that it is just me living here. It is a one bedroom, and has an open floor plan. The space isn’t huge, but it’s not like I will need a larger place. I intend to stay single and this place suits me perfectly.

  I never bring women back to my place. I don’t care that it would only be for a night. This is my sanctuary and I don’t need some desperate chick showing up at my door looking for seconds, or worse, a relationship. I’m not saying that no one from the club or bar has managed to track me down, but I like to keep it difficult.

  It’s already eleven by the time I finish in the bathroom. Now mind you, all that time is not spent on getting myself perfect for the club. When you work as late as I do, eleven is breakfast time. I whip up an omelet and some bacon. I almost always have an omelet in the morning. Not just because it’s the best food to cure a hangover and gets me fueled for the gym, but because it’s the one thing my mom would make for my dad and me on the rare Sunday morning when everyone was home. Her omelets consisted of as many eggs as she had and whatever was in the fridge. My friend Juan told me that his mom did the same thing only she called it, “juevos rancheros” instead of “omelets du jour.” It wasn’t until I moved to the city that I learned “du jour” meant “of the day,” or in trailer park speak, “whatever is on sale at the market.”

  Alone in my kitchen, my mind keeps jumping back to the girl from last night. Not yoga girl from the bar, but the pretty bachelorette, Aria. My parents seemed to think that living in a trailer and making Sunday breakfast out of anything that was still edible was good enough. All I could see growing up were two people that worked themselves to the bone and had little, if anything, to show for it. I wonder what Aria would think of the trailer? She’s so privileged, she has probably never seen a trailer, except in the movies.

  When I wasn’t yet seventeen, my friend told me about his cousin that was making six figures as a stripper. I knew then and there that stripping was my ticket out. I started hitting the gym, discovered tanning salons, and the rest is history.

  The last five years have been nothing but easy money and easy women. I dance six nights a week and almost never spend a night alone. I know the ladies are just into me because of my looks and my reputation in the bedroom, but still, I never let a night end without the woman du jour being satisfied, often multiple times.

  All those women, and it is a blue-eyed brunette, who is getting married in a week no less, that cast her spell over me. I wish I had never sat down to talk to her, but she was just too gorgeous not to approach. The second I figured out she was not the kind of girl who would be interested in one last fling before getting married, I should have left. Instead, I told her to come find me if she doesn’t go through with the wedding. What the hell? I guess I’m supposed to sit at home and pine away for her like a chick from a romance novel. But I’ve got news for her. That was a slip up. It was a moment of weakness and nothing more. And who can blame me for getting a little weak when I was lost in those blue, blue eyes.

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  Excerpt from Trapped In His World: A Dark Romance

  It is almost six in the evening and I am still sitting at my desk. I’m sure just about everyone else has gone home. I wonder if Mr. Black remembers that he asked me to remain in the office until he gets back. I sit patiently and wait. Luckily, he strolls into the office not too long after. He seems to be in a dark mood. Maybe his meeting didn’t go very well. His gaze finds me and roams over my face. I am tempted to pull out my mirror and look to see if I have something on my face. “Navia, thank you for waiting, follow me to my office please,” he says softly.

  I nod and quickly get up, not wanting to upset him any further. As I make my way to the office I wonder what this is all about. Consternation cre
eps in as negative thoughts fill my mind. Maybe I did something wrong or maybe he doesn’t like the way I work. What if he is calling me into his office to fire me on my first day? My shoulders droop slightly. If I can’t do a job for one week or even a day, who is going to hire me now? We reach his office and he shuts the door, turning the lock. I frown. That’s strange. Why does he feel the need to lock the door? I nibble nervously at my lower lip and twirl my hands together. “Uh, how was your meeting?” I ask feebly, forcing a smile. It’s very hard to do, considering that I am a nervous wreck.

  “It didn’t go as planned,” he says shortly.

  I release a low breath. OK, maybe this has nothing to do with me after all. “I’m sorry to hear that.” I look at him expectantly, waiting for him to tell me why he wanted me to stay after hours and why I am standing in his office. All he does is rake his gaze over me. He reaches up to loosen his tie and run his fingers through his hair. I wish I could do that for him, run my fingers through his head of luxurious-looking black hair. He seems troubled, as if he is battling internally with himself. I detect a play of emotion across his features and they disappear quickly. How does he do that? How does he give a slight sliver of emotion and return to cool and emotionless so quickly? It makes it difficult to read him. What is he thinking right now?

  I begin to bite my lower lip again and his gaze lands on my lips. I stop biting immediately and my tongue darts out to moisten my lips. His eyes follow my tongue’s movement. I swallow hard, feeling too hot all of a sudden. He steps toward me and I take a step back, the back of my legs hitting against his desk. I can go no further. My nervous lip-biting resumes. “Don’t do that, Navia,” he whispers, reaching out to cup my chin with long fingers. He smoothens a finger over my lower lip and I forget to continue breathing. “It’s very tempting to kiss you when you do that.”

  My eyes widen. I don’t have much experience, but I am pretty sure this is not typical employer-employee behavior. I am speechless, my mind in turmoil. Should I speak out and tell him this is not appropriate, or say and do nothing, to see how far he goes? The devil on the left side of my shoulder tells me to do the latter. “Do you have any idea why I called you in here, Navia?”

  I swallow hard. “N-Not the slightest idea,” I breathe out.

  His lips curl, “Your innocence is refreshing. Are you really as innocent as you seem?”

  “Well, I’m not exactly sure what you mean. Innocent in what way?” I watch as he peels off his jacket and throws it onto a chair. I follow his every movement, noticing how graceful and powerful each movement is. He is still standing very close, and I find it difficult to think straight.

  “I have wanted to do something since I locked eyes with you on Saturday.” His gaze lowers to my mouth. “Your full lips are very tantalizing, just like the rest of you.”

  I gawk up at him. I am in shock over his statement. He finds me tantalizing? I find it hard to believe that a man like Jason Black finds me attractive. “Err… I-I—,” my words refuse to come out properly. His lips twitch as if he is enjoying my discomfort. He lowers his head to mine, and his lips hover mere centimeters above mine. My breathing quickens. I want to pinch myself. This is playing out just like one of the dreams I had about him. Maybe this isn’t real. He doesn’t kiss me but continues to watch me intently.

  “Would you like me to kiss you, Navia?” he enquires. Hell yes! I shout in my mind. But the words can’t pass my lips. I nod. “Answer me properly,” he demands. “I want to hear you say it.”

  “I— yes,” I pant.

  “Yes, what?”

  I want so badly to feel his lips on mine. I ache for it. “I want you to kiss me.”

  “Next time make sure you say ‘please.’”

  There’s going to be a next time? Before I can analyze his statement any further, I draw in a breath as his lips capture mine. His mouth moves gently, urging my lips to move to part. I love the smooth, warm feel of his mouth, and my lips soon part to allow him entrance into my mouth. His gentle movements soon become more rough and urgent. He cups my face and forces my head back, causing me to moan in shock and delight. I moan as he ravishes my mouth. He pulls away to whisper, “You taste just as good as I thought you would.” He tastes just as good as I thought he would, as well, and his lips are just as soft. But I say nothing. What am I supposed to say? That I loved it and I want him to kiss me again? My fingers move to touch swollen lips ravaged by his passionate kiss. “Do you want more, Navia?” he asks.

  My eyes fly up to meet his, “More kissing?”

  A wicked grin forms on his lips, and I frown. “I guess you really are that innocent,” he says lowly. His grin turns into a grimace and he takes several steps back. He closes his eyes and whispers, “I shouldn’t do this. I should send you home, leave you the hell alone.”

  Alarm rises in me. “Send me home? No, please don’t. I really need this job.”

  He frowns, “It’s not about the damn job, Navia.”

  I am immensely relieved, but still confused. “Oh, then what is it about?”

  He rushes forward. “To hell with it, I can’t resist,” he growls.

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  Excerpt from Deceived By The Hitman: A Bad Boy Hitman Romance

  Rose was sprawled on the bed wearing absolutely nothing. Her eyes traveled to Mitch, who looked sexy as hell. His dangerous tattoos, along with the little stubble on his shaved face, made him look dangerous but so appealing.

  They’d just had sex, but it looked like she still wanted more. Rose had lost track of time. She figured it must be late afternoon, but it seemed like a wonderful way to spend a day. She had no intentions of going back to her dorm anytime soon.

  “What are you thinking about, Rose? You can’t seem to stop smiling. I’d like to believe that it’s because of my impressive performance in bed.” Mitch chuckled.

  “You’re so full of yourself, Mitch, but yes, I have to agree. You are a god in bed, but—”

  “But! Did I leave room for a ‘but’?” he interrupted.

  “Ha! Let me finish. But—I wouldn’t mind having another shot sometime again soon.”

  “Your wish is my command.”

  Mitch rolled her over and slowly started rubbing her soft, silky breasts again. Rose was glowing and she could feel that her body was basking in post-sex glory. However, her desire to feel Mitch and to let him inside her was overwhelming.

  She had barely met Mitch, but he knew all her erogenous zones. It was as if Mitch had a secret road map of her body. Everywhere his fingers traveled, she could feel the sensation zip right through to her core.

  “Mitch! Come inside me! Claim me.”

  Rose wasn’t coherent, but who would be with the sensations she was feeling? With this god of a man caressing and licking her nipples, she felt all kinds of crazy.

  “Rose, why don’t you take the lead this time around? I would like to see you take charge. Show me your best moves. Take this as a challenge,” he said, arching his eyebrow at her.

  Mitch knew how to keep Rose going, and with this challenge, he knew that Rose would prove her sexual prowess and ride him; and what else could a man ask for?

  In less than a second, he changed positions. Even before Rose could understand what had happened, she found herself straddling Mitch’s perfect body and her breasts dangling right over his chest. She had to admit, she enjoyed the view.

  Mitch was still hard and Rose positioned herself just so, so that the head of his cock was pressing at her center. In no time at all, his hard dick was sliding in and out of her pussy. She decided it was time to show him how good she was at taking control in bed.

  She took the pin out of her bun and let her hair fall over her face. She licked her lips as if gesturing to just how sexually excited she was, and it aroused Mitch even more. He wanted to kiss those lips and never stop.

  It was as if Rose could read Mitch’s mind, and she slowly put her lips on his and devoured him with
her kisses.

  She got off his dick and broke the kiss to travel down to his chin and then down his neck, peppering kisses along the way. She kept going down further, taking her time to leave a trail of hot kisses on his body. She didn’t seem to be apprehensive of him anymore. She sat on his sculpted body and took his dick in her hand and started massaging it, gently at first and then a bit too fast. Mitch could feel his breath coming in gasps and it was hard for him to stay coherent. Nothing came to his mind; he had never climaxed like this before. He could feel a million things all at once, and when Rose pressed on the tip of his cock, he growled her name and wanted to get inside her more than anything else.

  “Damn you, my need for you will be the death of me,” he said, then rolled her over on the bed and pushed deep inside of her.

  He didn’t let Rose say another word before he found her g-spot, and together they climaxed without having to wait any longer. Rose closed her eyes and Mitch did, too, following her lead. It was a beautiful sensation, and they felt like they were floating, somewhere far away from this world, in another galaxy where the only people to exist were the two of them.

  Mitch stayed locked in the moment for some time. He forgot who he was, who he used to be, the assignment that was due and that the envelope was lying somewhere, the fact that Rose was almost a stranger, his mother whom he had to help, Fernando the agent—who would perhaps mess up his life in more ways than one, the person he was about to kill and every other damn thing.

  The only thing that mattered in that instant was Rose and her beautiful body and the sex. The sex was so goddamn exhilarating and it eased every tension in his body.

  His body was sore from the second time they had sex, Rose’s lips were swollen, her body flushed pink. She looked like she had been thoroughly satisfied, and even though her hair was a sweaty, tangled mess, she looked fantastic. It had to be said that Rose was a girl who knew how to bring a man to his knees with her body. She was someone he would never get tired of fucking, whether it be day or night.