THE HARDEST YARDS (A BAD BOY FOOTBALL ROMANCE)

by Andrea Rose

  Break shifted his weight, sliding upward, his lips tracing more kisses up and over my breasts and around to my neck as our bodies melted together. I reached down, desperate to guide him. His icy blue gaze met my eyes as my fingertips wrapped round him, drawing a gasp of surprise from my lips.

  “Oh my god…” I whispered, holding the thick shaft on my hand, stroking it ever so lightly as I lined him up with my delicate tunnel. It was so heavy, so large, how could I even possibly…….

  “Do you want me to go easy?” Break asked, as if it were even a question worth asking.

  “I don’t do easy,” I said back through clenched teeth, feeling the head of his enormous shaft pressing forward and stretching me beyond my limit.

  “Fuck… You’re so fucking tight…” Break grunted, driving himself deeper with every little movement. My hips swiveled beneath him, denying him the slow entry he was attempting, impaling myself on his cock.

  “Shawn… Fuck me Shawn, fuck me hard!”

  I shouted out in pleasure, my voice singing out as he drew back a long stroke and plowed into my deepest depths again and again. My fingernails dug into his back, clawing across him and drawing a loud cry from his lips as he drove harder and harder with every thrust. My heart was exploding inside my chest with every beat. I needed this man, I wanted this man, I had to be his. Every inch of me fell into him again and again as we collapsed into each others flesh.

  “FUCK ME!” I screamed, my flesh quivering again and again as he grunted and thrust. My body was rolling as he shifted, lifting me above him and gripping at my waist. Break’s powerful arms pulled me upward and then back down on his long shaft, filling me deeper at this angle than I ever thought was possible. I leaned back, my chest arched above him as his hands reached up to touch my breasts. My hips rolled, his cock sliding in and out to the beat of my heart. Each and every movement was love, passion, heat, and desire. I shifted again, his cock pressing up against the front wall of my pussy, my g-spot overwhelmed by the sensation even as his thumb came down lightly on my clit, rolling circles as I rode him.

  There it was, my orgasm crashed over as his cock thrust one final time, pulsations rolling down it’s length as he groaned and shook beneath me. My flesh quivered, milking his body, taking his essence and draining every last drop. I fell into his chest, my whole being exhausted and lost. My eyes closed, Break still inside me.

  I was his. In a life spent searching for a man who could make me feel alive, I’d found him in the depths of my despair…

  I was broken… Just like him.

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  I woke up with Break still beneath me, his breath warm on my neck. He’d never gotten around to making any phone calls. It didn’t take much moving to get him interested again, his shaft pressing against my wetness. Break moaned loudly as I slipped him inside me, and I let out the most pleasurable sigh as his girth spread me wide. We lay like that, wrapped in each other as I stretched around him, taking all of him…

  I came hard, and a few minutes later, with a little help from my mouth, Break came as well, his seed spilling down my throat.

  He stared at me in the aftermath, still drowsy eyed, and let out a little laugh. “You’re gonna kill me sweetheart … You know that, right?”

  “Can you think of a better way to go out,” I whispered back? Break moaned as I rolled my tongue along the side of his shaft, cleaning off the last of him and savoring the smoky taste of his flesh.

  “No… No I can’t.”

  We laughed together, staying in bed and waiting on the sunrise. For the first time in my life, the pleasure had come without pain… It felt right to stay here like this. I never wanted to leave this room.

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  After putting on one of Shawn’s old t-shirts that was long enough to almost count as a dress, we finally crawled out of bed to go get breakfast. I shimmied into Mina’s jeans once more, determined to get out and find some new clothes today, right after breakfast. Stepping out of Shawn’s room to the main board room was a shock. The MC was there waiting, and they broke out into a little cheer.

  “Bout fucking time somebody melted Break,” Acre said, laughing and patting me on the back. “Live for Marlo you asshole,” he said, addressing Break.

  “That’s enough. Lets let the lady get to work, Penny’s already up my ass about getting some help with breakfast,” Break replied, smiling. “Go ahead sweetheart, I need a few minutes with the men.”

  Breakfast went easier this time, and the eggs started looking less and less scrambled as I worked. Penny didn’t seem like she wanted to talk, so we worked together in silence for awhile until I finally couldn’t bear it any longer…

  “Are you ok Penny,” I asked, throwing eggs onto plates as we worked like a pair of girls on an assembly line.

  “Marlo’s gone. Everybody just acts like it’s no big deal, but…”

  “I’m sorry Penny,” I said, my eyes watering. Marlo was one of the first people I’d met at the club.

  “Course you’re sorry. It’s your asshole Jude that made it happen.”

  “Jude’s gone now.”

  We stared at each other for a moment before I took a step forward, and then, we held each other. By the time I let go, I could see the spark coming back to her eyes.

  “I’m so sorry Penny…”

  “Stop saying that. People die here Callie. I’m a part of this now, I can’t leave, but you… You could run away right now and never look back. Why are you here? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

  “Lets just feed the boys,” I said, turning away and grabbing the cart.

  “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Penny replied, bowing her head and walking with me.

  We didn’t say much as we pushed into the room, and the mood wasn’t a happy one. The men argued about what to do with the Kings, and more than one was talking full on death and destruction, including Acre.

  “We’ve got reports from all over the city, the Kings have pulled out of LA and we’re not going to go chase them down. We’ve already got blood on our hands,” Break said firmly, smashing a hand down on the table.

  “They could come back,” Acre spat as a group of people shouted their support. “We put them in the ground now, and we don’t fucking deal with it later.”

  “We go after the Kings now and we’ll have feds crawling down our ass. Carcetti is running the shipment through docs next weekend and we’re going to keep shit contained until that run is over. The club needs this to go off smooth. Funds are low since the Irish stopped shipping guns. If the Kings show back up, we deal with it. Until then, I want this club running clean. No drugs, no unregistered guns, we scrape this building back to front and we run legit.”

  Broken was standing now, the room silent as he stared down at the men. Clearly, there was some anger at his words, but I could see that they respected him.

  “And you…”

  I gasped as Broken caught me rounding the table, pulling me into him tightly.

  “I’m not having my girl up in here serving meals. If you’re going to ride with me, you need to start acting like it.”

  My eyes flashed to Penny, who looked dejected. “I just want to be useful,” I said, pulling away from his grasp. “I’m not just going to sit around eating bonbons on the couch.”

  “Let her work Break, she livens up the place,” Ash said, his old battered vocal chords rough and choppy. I stared up at Break, expecting to see the possessiveness Jude would have shown. He would control me, take my freedom away, use me…

  “Fine, you can cook, but I’m laying claim right now. Any of you touch her and you answer to me,” Break said, staring round the table. “She’s not for the club, she’s mine.”

  His…

  The idea spun round in my head as I got back to serving, handing out the last of the plates while Penny poured coffee. What in the hell am I doing? I thought to myself. Yet another example of my body getting in the way of my brain. I'd barely escaped Jude'
s abuse, and what do I do? I jump back into bed with the next dangerous man that comes around…

  He is fucking sexy though… And the sex… Oh fuck…

  I stared, pausing a moment to watch Break as he held court over his club. I marveled at the way he moved, his arms sweeping almost gracefully, remembering how they felt wrapped around me. Every single piece of his flesh, hardened, chiseled, carved from the Earth itself…

  “You have your orders. I want riders from San Diego to LA keeping an eye out for the Kings, and this place better be clean enough for me to fucking eat off the floors without getting a contact high. No drugs, nothing illegal. We get back to business as usual once Carcetti is wrapped up. All in favor?”

  Sounds of approval went around the table, although some were begrudging. Even Acre gave his nod.

  “Penny, see to it the girls get the message. Nobody in here holds anything more dangerous than a tylenol for a few weeks.”

  “Gotcha Break. No drugs!” Penny chirped.

  “Acre, what’s the word on Jude?”

  My ears perked up and I spun back to the table, my eyes wide. Break smiled at me.

  “Tiny says the prick tore up his apartment and headed east. Probably in Arizona or New Mexico by now. He got the message loud and clear.”

  “Sweetheart’s gonna need some of her things. Acre, you mind riding her out to the apartment and picking it up? She’s staying here for awhile, till shit calms down.”

  “No problem Break. I got this,” Acre said, his own smile rising as he stared at me.

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  Jude had his bike for the better part of four months before the night he brought me to meet the Broken, and up until that moment, I’d never ridden on it before. As I straddled the back of Acre’s bike, the rush of that first ride was coming back to me.

  “Put this on,” Acre said, handing me a helmet and strapping a half dome on his own skull. I stared at his back, reading the names. A new patch had been sewn on, it’s recent acquisition apparent by how clean and white it was contrasting against the other battered elements of the patch. It was the new sliver of bone in the shattered skull.

  Marlo…

  “Hang on back there, and lean when I lean.”

  I wrapped my arms around Acre and gave him a squeeze of understanding as he fired the bike up. It roared to life beneath us, the vibration of the engine rocking my thighs. I was ready to greet the world outside. The bike rocketed out the open roll-up and into the alley, barreling down and onto the main roads. The sound of wind whipped past my helmet and drowned out any hope of conversation, so I just held on tight and let Acre handle the navigating. His hand came down on my leg, giving it a pat as we swept into a hard turn toward a freeway onramp. My apartment was on the far side of San Diego, and I tucked in tight as we accelerated, leaning along with him through the turn.

  God damn this is sexy…I thought, enjoying the way the bike sent vibrations up to my core, the thundering engine and road flashing beneath us making me excited and a little hot under my skin. For a moment, I wished Break had taken me instead of Acre. We could have made use of my apartment… It was almost easy to forget about all of my problems. Even Jude faded away as the wind whipped across my arms.

  A smile crept across my face as we hit traffic, Acre splitting the lanes effortlessly. I’d seen bikes do this before, but never a big hog like this one. I held my breath as he took us perilously fast through the rush of vehicles, finally separating from the pack as we swept down an offramp and back into my old neighborhood on the north side of town. We came to a stop light and Acre seemed a bit confused as to which way to go, so I reached out and pointed, giving him the heads-up. Another sweeping turn and we were on our way down Floral, then north on Rosewood. Soon, my old apartment’s were looming, and Acre brought the bike to a nice smooth stop, stepping off and pulling me from the seat before depositing me on the ground.

  “What a rush…” I said breathlessly, pulling the helmet off my head. Acre grinned, taking in my wide eyes and ear to ear smile.

  “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you might be enjoying this Cat. Which apartment did you say you were in?”

  “B220,” I replied, waving my hand at a building as I set my helmet over the handlebar next to Acre’s. My breath caught as I noticed he’d pulled a rather vicious looking handgun from his belt line.

  “Sorry babe, just can’t be too careful,” Acre said, making an effort at covering the gun barrel with his big hand. I just nodded as he started to walk.

  He’s afraid… He’s afraid of Jude…

  The thought shook me. Jude was supposed to be out of state, out of town, but a cold sweat swept up my body as we approached the apartment.

  “Tiny says the prick tore up his apartment and headed east…”

  My mind rolled back to the meeting. Jude had tore up the apartment… I didn’t know what we were walking into, but there was a lump in the pit of my stomach the size of a grapefruit. Up the stairs we went, moving down toward 220. Jude stopped, putting an arm out to hold me back.

  “Door’s open,” he whispered. “You stay back here and give me a minute.”

  Acre started walking again, but I felt the urge to follow him, my feet moving almost on their own accord.

  “I said stay back,” Acre said, turning and gritting his teeth at me.

  “You’re the one with the gun. I’m not standing out here in the open waiting on something to happen,” I replied, a little too loudly.

  “If anything happens to you Break will cut my balls off.”

  “If you leave me here I’ll cut your balls off.”

  I smiled, and Acre chuckled, breaking the tension. We stepped up to the door together, Acre’s boot kicking it open, his body swinging inside with gun drawn. It took him a few minutes to clear the apartment, but in the end, it was obviously empty.

  And totally fucked.

  “Your boy doesn’t take rejection well,” Acre said, laughing as he looked around the room. Everything was broken. The television lay smashed to pieces, pictures were ripped apart. Walking into the bedroom was an even bigger disaster. Curtains ripped from the walls and my old jewelry boxes smashed to pieces with the few pieces of my old life scattered about the floor. Jude’s half of the closet had been cleaned out, and my half was ripped free and laying in a heaping pile. Without much to do, I reached down and tried to grab a handful of them, reeling back as the scent hit me. Acre seemed to notice it too, scrunching his nose.

  “Pretty sure he pissed on em,” Acre said, stating the obvious.

  What in the hell?

  I stared in disbelief. Jude could be vindictive, but this was just disgusting. It was primal… My blood boiled.

  “We can get them washed up.”

  “No. Leave it. I’ve still got some over here in the dresser, and I can hit some stores on the south side with Mina or Penny. I’m not wearing clothes that asshole pissed on.”

  “Fine. This place creeps me the fuck out Cat. You need anything else before we go?”

  My lips drew tight as I dug into the closet and pulled out a small piece of luggage. The clothes from the dresser barely filled half of it.

  “Hang on a sec Acre, I need some supplies.”

  Acre laughed as I walked into to the bathroom. “Wouldn’t want you to leave your makeup, would we?”

  I ignored his ribbing, stepping inside and flipping on the light. My hand reached out toward the counter and I froze in place. A tube of red lipstick lay open, a message scrawled across the white countertop face as if it were written in blood.

  “I’m coming back.”

  My body shook, fear welling up inside me. The air in the room seemed to drain out.

  “You all right in there,” Acre called in after me?

  “Fine, just, need to use the bathroom,” I shouted back, turning away from the message, reaching out and pushing the door shut with a solid click.

  “I’ll fucking kill you.”

  My blood went ice col
d as I stared at the back of the door, the message scrawled across the white space. Jude didn’t make threats, he made promises. The club might think he was gone for good, but they didn’t know him like I did. Nowhere was safe, not until he was dead and gone…

  I turned the water on and splashed my face in a desperate effort to calm down trying to calm down. I had to conceal the fear. My eyes watered as shoved a few toiletries into the bag and stepped back out into the room, patting my eyes off with a towel.

  “You sure you’re ok Cat,” Acre asked?

  “I need one more thing,” I whispered, setting the bag on the bed and turning back toward the closet. Getting down on my knees, I reached under my rack of shoes, pulling out a set of red pumps I hadn’t worn in years, and drawing free the little metal box hidden behind them. Acre walked in, catching me with the small locked cube.

  “What’s that?”

  “Something personal,” I replied, rolling the combination lock into position. The latch clicked open and I lifted the lid. Inside, foam filled the space, carefully carved out to make room for the one thing I needed now more than any other. The silver and black beretta 92 sat patiently, waiting as it always had. I'd bought it years ago when Jude started to get really abusive. It was hiding down here day in and day out. More than once I'd sat on this bed, thinking about how easily I could end my abuse… Him… Me… Those were dark thoughts that filled my nights.