Touchdown Baby: A College Football Romantic Comedy

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by Tabatha Kiss


  Oh.

  “Why?”

  “Why?” He laughs. “What do you mean, why? You’re perfect.”

  “No, I’m not.”

  “Ally, I could have anybody. I’m not going to sugar-coat that. We both know it. I have a reputation, as you mentioned the second time we spoke to each other, but I only want you now. Since the moment I saw you, you’ve completely broken me.”

  “I’ve broken you?”

  “I want you in my life,” he says. “All of you. And not… not just in my bed anymore.”

  “Junior,” I whisper, barely able to speak louder than that. “We can’t be together like that.”

  “We keep saying that, but…” He leans over and squeezes my hands a little harder. “We are. We have been and we can.”

  I pull my hands out from under his. “No, we can’t.”

  “Ally, come on.”

  “Junior, nothing has changed,” I say. “You’re still you and I’m still me and my father—”

  “Fuck him.”

  I snort. “What?”

  “Forget about him. Just for a minute. Forget about your dad and his stupid rules and just think about this.” He rolls my chair even closer to him. “Look at me and tell me you don’t want this as much as I do.”

  “Junior, come on. Don’t…”

  “You do.” He stares me down. “I can tell. I’ve always been able to tell what you’re thinking, Ally.”

  I bite my cheek, tempted to test him. “What am I thinking now?” I ask.

  “You’re thinking that you’re scared,” he says. “You’re terrified of getting hurt. Of me hurting you because you think I’m not serious and that I really am just like your dad.”

  Damn. That’s… pretty close.

  “I am, too,” he says. “I’m scared that just by admitting this to you, I’ve destroyed any chance I have with you. I told myself all day that you would never speak to me again after this, but I knew… I just knew that the possible reward was worth the risk.” He rests his hands on mine again. “I want you, Alyssa Pierce. If that means breaking all the rules, I’m in. I won’t give up. I’ll wait for you. And I’ll be here when you’re ready. I don’t care how long it takes.”

  Holy shit.

  My lungs jerk in my chest, reminding me to breathe. I fill them to the top while I stare into Junior’s expectant eyes… and say nothing.

  Because he’s right.

  Everything we’ve ever said we can’t do, we’ve done since the very beginning — no matter the consequences. Every time I was sure he’d give up and forget about me, he came back to prove me wrong. I gave him the right incentive to succeed. Now, he’s giving the same to me.

  It won’t be easy. It might even feel impossible, but being with Junior Morgan might be worth the risk.

  Junior swallows nervously. “Ally?” he asks.

  “Can you just kiss me already?”

  His lips twitch. He doesn’t hesitate. He pulls me onto his lap and I straddle him as he wraps his arms around me, fiercely holding me against him as we kiss.

  It’s soft and true, different from any other kiss we’ve had before. Happy quivers shake my body as I settle even closer to him. He cups my face to kiss me again, and I sense the desire on his lips. I touch his body, roaming downward to grip his sweater and pull it over his head. Doing so messes up his hair, and I grin at the familiar, disheveled look before tugging at his belt.

  His hands push beneath my skirt and he grips my ass. “Ally,” he whispers. “Are you sure?”

  I pause, trembling softly against his body.

  Am I sure? Am I sure how he makes me feel every single day? Am I sure I want to wake up next to him every morning from now on? Am I sure I want to listen to him talk dirty to me every night for the rest of our lives?

  I answer him with a kiss.

  Junior reaches for a condom in the desk drawer. He rolls it on and I wrap my legs around his waist as he aligns our bodies. I hold on to him, throwing my arms around his neck as I bounce softly on him, grinding his cock deep into me until I moan.

  He holds me tighter, clinging to me with bucking hips. I throw my head back and his lips find my neck, sucking and tasting me as he groans for more.

  “I’m going to make you come like this every night,” he whispers in my ear. I bite my lip, shaking hard as his cock tears me apart inside. “Is that what you want?”

  “Yes.”

  “You want to give me this body?”

  “Yes.”

  Junior lifts me up and lays me down on the bed. “Strip,” he says. “I want to see every inch of you.”

  I unbutton my blouse and toss it at him. He catches it with a wide grin and lets it fall to the floor, along with his pants and my skirt. I stare hungrily at his stiff cock and he shakes his head at me.

  “That’s not for this…” he says, tracing his thumb over my lips. “Not tonight.” He leans down to kiss me, drawing my bottom lip between his sharp teeth. “Turn around.”

  I do as he says, and he unhooks my bra as I move onto my hands and knees for him. He kisses the back of my neck. I squirm as he moves downward, his lips tickling my spine.

  He hooks my panties. I crane my neck to watch.

  “Turn around.”

  I snap forward as he gives my rear a soft spank to make me obey. A finger slides along my crack and I stiffen for a second before sighing with devious pleasure. He rubs my tight entrance with a single fingertip, his warm breath hot on my cheeks.

  “Ally,” he whispers. “I want your ass tonight.”

  I gasp at the feel of his tongue on me, gently lapping at my forbidden nerve endings. My body flexes with electricity as I grip the bedspread beneath me, but I can hardly keep myself still.

  “Has anybody had your ass before me?” he asks.

  “No.”

  Junior chuckles before nibbling at my flesh, firing sharp bolts of heat throughout my core. He stands up. I peek behind me to see him pull a bottle of lubricant from his desk drawer.

  He returns and leans over me again, laying soft kisses up my spine toward my neck. His hardness presses against my ass, teasing and tempting me to give in.

  “Do you want to give it to me tonight?” he asks, begging but firm.

  I twitch with tension, locked between taboo and desire, but he keeps a comforting touch on me as he pops the lid off the lube. A coldness drips onto my skin and I inhale sharply, prompting a quiet chuckle from Junior. He rubs it in, sliding his touch between my cheeks. I quiver with anticipation, unable to speak as he pushes a single finger against my opening.

  “Relax. You’ll like it. I promise.”

  I obey, trusting him.

  “Good girl.” He pushes past the tight ring, taking me by surprise. “Oh, I’m going to make you come so hard.”

  He fucks me with one slippery finger. Each slow thrust sends jolts toward my clit, filling me with pleasure I’ve never felt before.

  “Do you want more?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I gasp automatically.

  He leans over me again and I feel his tongue slide along my back, tasting and tickling me as he fingerfucks me.

  He reaches beneath me with his other hand, his trained fingers cradling my throbbing clit. “Keep begging.”

  I moan louder as new pleasures mix with the familiar. My senses dissolve until I can’t feel anything except the urge to climax.

  “More, please,” I say.

  “Come for me and I’ll give it to you, Ally,” Junior says, thrusting and rubbing. “I’ll give you everything.”

  His words send me over the edge. The tension breaks. Wave after wave rushes through me. I lean into Junior’s touch and he happily holds me in place to keep me from losing control.

  Yes, I think to myself.

  Give me everything.

  Junior slides his finger out of me. I twitch, instantly missing him, but then I feel the tip of his cock take its place. I shiver as he pours even more lube on me, on him. He strokes himself, covering every inch
of him.

  Then a pause. Junior finds my eyes, silently asking the question. Do we go on? Is this okay? Do you want to stop?

  “Keep going,” I say.

  He smiles, happy to oblige.

  I exhale to relax, to melt the tension from my body, as he pushes inside. Junior works me slowly, stretching me out with steady, rhythmic thrusts.

  “Oh, fuck,” he says, his fingertips digging into my hips as he takes me.

  My senses soar, relishing in the feeling of his glide inside of me. Primal urges overtake me, and I open myself to him, taking his manhood until it won’t go any further. It’s so tight and wild, I lose myself in overwhelming passion for him.

  Junior hugs my body to his chest as he fucks my ass, grunting and groaning with each deep thrust. His breath warms my body. His teeth scrape my skin. Everything drives me to come again. He feels my climax and lets out one final growl before taking his own.

  Junior embraces me. “Ally,” he whispers through bated breaths. “You feel so amazing.”

  I chuckle. I can’t help it. “You, too.”

  He kisses me before letting me go. I tumble onto the bed, taking a reprieve as he leans in behind me to kiss my shoulder.

  “Did I hurt you?” he asks.

  I look back, seeing the concern in his eyes. I smile, gently quivering as blooms of quiet pleasure course through me. “No,” I say.

  He climbs off the bed and opens his door. He’s gone only a moment before he returns with a damp towel.

  “Thank you,” I say, happily taking it to dab the excess lube off my skin.

  Junior joins me on the bed. He lies beside me, tracing random patterns on my skin with his fingertips. “You’re amazing, Ally,” he whispers.

  I chuckle as I turn to face him. “I know.”

  He laughs and kisses my nose. “So, what was it you wanted to talk about?”

  My smile fades. “Oh.”

  I swallow the panic down as I search his eyes. He’s so happy right now, so tender and perfect and loving. There’s a moment for something like this. This isn’t it.

  I can’t stand to ruin this one.

  “You beat me to it,” I lie, bringing my smile back. “And said it better than I ever could.”

  Junior smiles, believing me, and leans in for a kiss.

  CHAPTER 36

  JUNIOR

  I wake up. Still smiling.

  Still holding Alyssa Pierce in my arms first thing in the morning is exactly what I was missing in my life.

  Especially a fully naked Alyssa Pierce.

  Her skin is like melted ice cream. Silky smooth and just as sweet. I taste her shoulder, kissing softly and silently so I don’t wake her, but she stirs at my touch.

  I kiss her before she opens her eyes and her lips twitch against mine.

  “Hey.” Her voice comes out a whisper, as if we were in her room instead of mine, tiptoeing around to avoid her dad.

  But Cary Pierce isn’t here.

  And morning sex sounds just perfect right now.

  I shift on top of her. She spreads her legs for me without hesitation. There is as much desire on her breath as mine, and I grow hard against her. She reaches below and grips my cock, stroking me while I groan on her lips.

  “Good morning,” she says, squeezing my shaft a little tighter.

  I laugh. “Good morning.”

  Alyssa turns and guides me onto my back. Fuck, I love it when she takes control. She’s so petite and one-hundred and eighteen pounds soaking wet, but I can safely say I’d let her dominate me whenever she wanted to.

  She glides downward, leaving wet kisses on my chest and abs, pausing on her way down to lick the black letters of my Delta Xi tattoo. I lie back, enjoying every second of her lips on my body and her soft kisses traveling up my shaft.

  Her wet mouth opens to me and embraces my tip.

  I inhale sharply, feeling that quick suction of her lips on me, and every drop of my blood invades my glands.

  “Oh, yeah…” I say, gently bucking my hips, matching the glide of her bobbing head.

  She moans for me as her tongue flicks fast. I groan, feeling her hot breath take me over and my vision blurs.

  “Ally, you’re gonna make me—”

  “Junior!”

  Oh, shit.

  I look at the door as someone pounds against it.

  No, not someone.

  Maggie.

  My cock slips from Alyssa’s mouth as she peeks out from under the covers. “Who is that?” she asks.

  I wince. “That’s my sister.”

  “Junior, come on! We gotta go!” Maggie shouts, knocking even louder on the door. “You better not be in there with some bimbo!”

  Alyssa raises her brow. “Bimbo?”

  “Just…” I slide off the bed and grab my pants from the floor. “Let me get rid of her. Hang on. Don’t—” I gesture at her perfect, naked body. “Don’t get rid of this.”

  “Junior!”

  I pull my pants on, rushed by the urgency in Maggie’s tone.

  Alyssa hides under the covers as I pull the door open and push outside into the hall, guiding Maggie to take a step back.

  “Hey, Mag,” I say, closing the door behind me. “How did you get in here?”

  “Ty let me in.”

  “Oh.”

  “Why aren’t you dressed?” she asks. “Did you forget about Mom’s birthday?”

  I cringe. “Yeah.”

  She tilts her head, annoyed. “Well, hurry up and shower. You stink like sex.”

  “Shh!” I lay a finger against my mouth and lower my voice to a whisper. “I need a few minutes here—”

  “Wait.” She takes a step back and glances over my shoulder with an upturned nose. “You do have a girl in there.”

  I nod. “Give me, like… twenty minutes.”

  “What happened to Alyssa?”

  “It is Alyssa.”

  “Seriously?” She bites her lip, cringing. “Did she hear the bimbo thing?”

  “Yes, she heard the bimbo thing.”

  “Sorry,” she says. “I want to meet her.”

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because—”

  Maggie reaches around me and throws the door open before I even know what’s happening.

  “Mag—”

  Luckily, Alyssa was blessed with the glorious gift of foresight. She’s already dressed in her blouse and skirt by the time Maggie gets inside.

  “Hi!” my sister says. “You must be Alyssa.”

  “Hi,” Alyssa says, forcing her tangled hair to one side of her neck.

  I sigh. No turning back now. “Ally, this is my sister Maggie.”

  Maggie takes several steps forward. “It’s so great to finally meet you. I’ve heard all about you.”

  Alyssa’s eyes flick up at me. “Really?”

  “Well—” Maggie waves a hand. “Nothing too personal or anything.”

  “Mag—” I tug her back toward the door. “Can you excuse us, please?”

  “Oh, sure. I’ll just wait in the living room— Oh, hey!” She pulls her arm from my grasp. “Alyssa, you should come with us to the party.”

  “Party?” Alyssa asks.

  I grab her again. “No, Mag. Bad idea.”

  “It’s a great idea!” Maggie ignores me. “Today is our mother’s birthday and we’re going to see her. You should come along. It’ll be fun.”

  Alyssa tries her very best not to panic.

  I grit my teeth. “Mag…”

  “It’s just a casual get-together with our parents,” Maggie says despite all my effort to shut her up. “My boyfriend will be there as well and our dad is a huge fan of your dad. He’d love to meet you. Mom, too!”

  “Mag, for fuck’s sake—”

  I yank her through the doorway, but she digs her heels into the floor.

  “Come on, Alyssa. Please?” Maggie asks. “It’ll be fun, I promise.”

  “Um…” Alyssa’s blue eyes shift nervou
sly. “Okay.”

  “Awesome! I’ll just be in the living room—”

  I push her out into the hall. “Okay! Thanks, Maggie!”

  She pokes her head back in. “Sorry about the bimbo thing!”

  “Get out!” I slam the door and turn back to Alyssa’s petrified face. “I am so sorry. She can be a real…”

  “Sister?”

  “Yeah. Look, you do not have to come with us today.”

  “No, it’s okay. I’ll go. Unless you don’t want me there…”

  “No, I do,” I say. “I mean, I don’t not want you there. But don’t feel like you have to go. She shouldn’t have invited you out of the blue like that.”

  “I don’t want to be rude,” she says. “I said I’d go, so… I’ll go and…” she swallows hard, “meet your parents.”

  I cringe. “Yeah.”

  She raises her fists in mock celebration. “Yay.”

  “I guess it’s only fair. I’ve already met your dad, right?”

  “Right.”

  “And you don’t have to worry about anyone seeing us. They live almost an hour away.”

  “Near the arcade, right?”

  “Yeah, ish,” I say.

  She nods. “Well, we might as well get cleaned up. Wouldn’t want to meet your parents stinking like… sex.”

  I laugh. Even in the trenches, Alyssa Pierce cracks a joke.

  They’re going to love her.

  This is not good.

  CHAPTER 37

  JUNIOR

  I cast one more apologetic glance at Alyssa, but she just keeps smiling next to me in the back seat of Maggie’s little car.

  I don’t know how she does it. She’s obviously screaming inside, but there’s not a single thing on the outside that shows it. Maggie and Nate bark question after question at her from the front seats and Alyssa answers each one — never once showing an ounce of inconvenience. It’s amazing, honestly. I guess this happens when you grow up in the shadow of a famous father.

  “So, where’s your mom?” Maggie asks, staring more at Alyssa through the rearview mirror than at the road.

 

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