“That a dare?” she asked, arching her brow.
“Hell yeah, dare.”
Unable to resist him, Anna unzipped the costume, loving the new design. The costume was lighter, allowing for freer movements. Two more people were hired to be mascots, splitting duties so it was difficult to tell who engaged the crowd and who worked with the cheerleaders.
Tonight against the visiting Malibu Sharks, Anna had been on the sidelines for the first half, trading off with one of the guys for the second half.
Watching Kyran, she parted the front, the material easily slipping off her shoulders to the floor. With security so tight and the door closed, she felt bold enough to step out. In her flesh-colored leotard, she stood still.
“Anna, you’re beautiful,” was all Kyran had to say to make her blush. His eyes were on her face, his mouth parted. “Hurry, I’ve got something for you.”
She noticed his erection tenting his khakis. She was one lucky woman to have access to this man’s gorgeous cock. And he was hers! Still amazed that she’d taken him inside her body many times now, she relived last night. Holy cow, he’d…wait.
Just like that, she was aroused. Removing the leotard, but leaving on a sports bra and bikini panties, she waited for his signal. Clearly he was calling the plays right now.
“Come a little bit closer, baby.”
“You never call me sugar anymore,” she commented.
“Much as I hate to admit it, I called too many women that,” he said. “I never thought of it as a bad thing until you told me your preference. Really glad you did. You deserve my respect in all things, Anna, especially a name meant only for you.”
“Your intention was in the right place,” Anna said, believing him.
She knew he’d want to remove the rest of her clothes. Since their return to Maryland, he savored the times they made love by undressing her so slowly he’d left her breathless and willing to do anything for him. His healing knee required extra patience and care, but sex remained passionate, beautiful.
“Is something wrong, Kyran?” She sensed a change in him.
“Nothing’s wrong,” he answered. “We need to talk a minute.”
Anna stood close, letting him run his hands up to just below her breasts. The material of her bra was thick, pressing her breasts somewhat flat. With care, he lifted it up and over her head. She flung it aside.
“So talk,” she urged.
“Soon as you’re naked, we will.”
He smoothed his hands over her breasts, massaging where the bra had left red marks. When she squirmed, loving the attention and the way her tummy did a little back flip, he worked her panties down her legs.
Naked now, she grinned. Licking his lips, he patted his lap. “Climb on up here.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You know how not to,” he said.
Remembering that time in the recliner, she climbed on, this time facing Kyran. Tucking her knees on either side of his legs and being certain she kept pressure off his left knee, she eased down.
“Umm, want me to take care of your khakis?” She was dripping wet. His pants were going to get damp if she stayed like this.
“In a bit,” he said. “Listen, Anna, Alex called. Seville pled guilty. There won’t be a trial, but she’ll serve time, including an extensive psych evaluation.”
“Really? God, I didn’t expect her to do that so easily.”
“In return for his complete cooperation and a lighter sentence at a minimum security detention center, Will Simmons made a deal. He’ll serve his time in Baltimore, according to Alex. Will was Brenda’s contact for any information on you in that Journal article. He’d apparently gotten himself hooked on prescription meds and was bankrupt from paying all the docs some serious cash to write prescriptions. She threatened to expose his habit if he didn’t bring about that board meeting. Seville stepped in later, said she’d expose more than his habit and debt if he didn’t help her come between us.”
“Explains why the Journal was sent to Manny and the school superintendent so soon after it came out,” Anna commented.
“Yeah, and Brenda trailed me because she thought she’d get her own talk show on Frontline’s sports network, simple as that. Seville paid Will Simmons five thousand to attack me. It was supposed to look like he’d attacked her and you were to be blamed as some kind of jealous revenge. It’s complicated. Phalen, Detective Noble and police in Hollywood found out that Max Henderson started spying on me when I played in Malibu. All set up by Seville.”
“We knew that. How did she know about Will though? I’m still confused.”
“Honestly, when I was in California for that rehab over the summer, she called me, asking for another chance. I’d already told her I’d met someone back home and wanted to make a go of it. Pretty sure Max gave her our photo from the parking lot and she had him hack Alex’s records, found your name and figured it out. Alex is hiring Phalen to overhaul the security of his whole network.”
“Considering who Seville is and the power players she knows, it’s scary and sad to think about,” Anna said. “I mean she’s a beautiful woman and had so much going for her. If she hadn’t sent those pictures or pointed her finger at me the way she had on the phone or in the hospital, she might have gotten away with it. She played her hand too quickly, thought too much of herself to see her errors.”
“What I didn’t know ’til today was Seville’s ties to Frontline News. She’s the majority stockholder. She made certain she was featured as much as possible.”
“Yikes! At least it’s over. She can’t hurt you anymore or scare me away,” Anna said, relieved. “Were Brenda and Max’s deaths really suicide, you think?”
“Not sure about Max. Police don’t have any suspects if it was murder. However I wasn’t the only celebrity type he’d been spying on. Autopsy reports on Brenda show she did kill herself. She’d found out she wasn’t going to get that sports talk show. Seville made sure she was fired, didn’t receive a dime or a contract.”
“Her own cousin stabbed her in the back,” Anna murmured. “That’s so sad. I never wanted that to happen to her, never.”
“Me either,” Kyran agreed. “Seville’s going to answer for what she did, so is Will.”
“Then why do you still look serious?” Leaning a little closer, she noticed the slight darkness under his eyes. The secret worry that Seville would get away with what she’d done had been weighing on him. When Detective Noble questioned Seville in the ER, she’d coldly denied doing anything wrong. Insisted Kyran had given her the ring she loved so much and he’d forgive her for scaring off other women to keep him.
Anna and Kyran had no idea what happened to the model boyfriend she’d claimed to be dating. They both hoped the man was safe.
Kyran had also worried that those raunchy photos would somehow change how Anna saw him. They hadn’t, not a bit. Sure, she’d been upset at first. But he was a good man. She respected him because he hadn’t cast any of those women in a negative light and made certain his lawyers would protect their identities.
He’d admitted a few had broken his heart. They’d been the ones who’d changed their numbers without his knowing why. Two told him that his fame scared them. He’d backed off, let them go. Had Anna balked when they connected in August, he would have pursued her more cautiously. He wouldn’t have walked away. He’d loved her even then, as she loved him.
“I’m serious because now that Seville and Will are out of our lives, I want to ask you something,” he said, swallowing hard.
Kyran was nervous? Anna wasn’t sure why.
“Please tell me that you’re not having second thoughts,” she insisted. “Phalen’s coming tomorrow with his brothers. They’re helping me move my stuff into your place. Tracey and Jeremy are moving in together.”
Kyran’s eyes met hers. She calmed down, waiting.
“Anna, I love you. I’m not going anywhere without you, you get me?” She nodded. “Do me a favor and lift you
r left leg.”
Anna did, allowing Kyran to stuff his hand between the arm of the recliner and his hip. He pulled something out. It was a box, a small black velvet box.
“Ms. Anna James, will you be my wife?” Slowly, he opened the box. There, nestled in a plush ring box was an enormous emerald surrounded by shining diamond baguettes. Smaller emeralds and diamonds encircled a gold band.
It was lovely, gorgeous, and Anna couldn’t look away. “But you already asked. I said yes.”
“I need to hear you say yes again, this time with my ring on your hand.”
“Oh Kyran, that’s so sweet.” Anna’s heart pounded like a wild thing. He loved her enough to put a ring on her finger and make it real.
With a devilish grin, he took the ring out of the box, sliding it onto her left ring finger. It fit perfectly. It was beautiful.
“Yes, yes, I will be your wife.”
“I love you, woman. You know what this means, right?”
“That everyone will see that we’re engaged,” she answered.
It wasn’t like they hadn’t shared the news. Along with Alex and the Griffins PR manager, they’d placed the announcement in the right newspapers. Additionally, the Alexandria Griffins ran a spread featuring Kyran’s accomplishments as a professional football player with them and the Malibu Sharks, revealing he was retiring as a player. When he could walk onto the field with only a cane, he would wear the headset and clothes of a coach, working the remainder of the season specifically with the quarterbacks. If it was the right fit for him and the team, next season he would become an assistant offensive coach with the potential of becoming the offensive coordinator.
Until he was proficient with a cane, he’d work with Ricky Weathers and third string turned second string QB, Mathew Stillwater, in practice. The Griffins were already scouting colleges for another quarterback and he’d assist in the off season. A new career was ahead of him and while Anna didn’t think it would be an easy adjustment, he would make an excellent coach.
“It means you are the woman I plan to spend the rest of my life with,” Kyran said. “And with this ring and lab results in my pocket, we can make love bare.”
Trembles raced through Anna’s entire body. Given the racy, sexual nature of the photos Seville had sent, Kyran felt obligated to be tested again. Even though he used condoms and had several HIV tests as part of his physicals, he needed to be sure he would never bring something into their future that resulted from his past.
“Kyran, I wasn’t worried,” she assured. “I love you.”
“Love you too. But you have to admit, it’s nice to know.”
Yes, it was. He loved her enough to protect her that much. “Then how about getting rid of these khakis that are soaked and tented rather nicely.”
“Kind of need help with that,” he admitted.
Anna grinned, feeling like the cat about to eat a canary. His face, brightened with commitment and love, becoming that of her fantasy lover made real deal. With a little maneuvering, she lifted herself up. Kyran unzipped his khakis and pushed down his pants and boxers as far as he could.
When he settled her over him, he didn’t push inside. “Hey, I need you, Kyran.”
“Kiss me first,” he said.
Anna dipped closer, resting her mouth over his. Kyran took over. Ever dominant and sexy, his tongue flicked across her lips, dipped inside, kissing her nice and deep and long. The way she liked, needed. They kissed again, their mouths and tongues mimicking what they were about to do, losing themselves in each other.
Outside the dressing room, they could hear the roar of the crowd and the boom and pop of fireworks indicating the home team had made a touchdown. Griffins were in control of the game.
That was great, but all either of them cared about was kissing.
Caressing her left hand through his long dark auburn hair, she loved the feel of her engagement ring snug on her finger. Kyran’s hands began to wander, exploring her curves, her shoulders, hips, ribs, breasts, she lost track. Her skin vibrated with a sweet, delicious heat that only he could stoke. Wherever he touched, a zap of excitement zinged to her sex, sending her heart tripping a mile a minute, her pussy quivering in anticipation.
Kyran’s magnificent erection slid between her folds, still not inside, just rocking back and forth, the head notching against her clit, withdrawing, setting an easy pace.
“Fuck me, you’re all wet and pulsing around my cock, feels so good, baby,” he muttered when a sudden orgasm had her folds fluttering against him.
“Mr. Black, if you will hold yourself still just a minute, I’d like to fuck you now,” she promised.
“That’s my bad girl,” he praised, spanking her butt.
She rose to her knees, her thighs spread wide.
“This means we can try for kids,” she murmured, the head of his erection notching inside. “Or we could adopt if I can’t get pregnant.”
“We can try for both.” His hand came to her chin, holding her steady. “Anna, I’m going to enjoy making love to you ’til our kids have kids. Whatever we need to do, we’ll do it. We’ll have a family, you get me?”
“Yes, I get you very well, Kyran Black.”
They kissed. He caught her hips, controlling Anna’s descent. His cock pierced her center, pushing through her wet walls, coating him, paving the way. Being on top, she took him as far as she dared.
Anna thought fucking had never been this wonderful or raw. She could feel his girth, his veined hardness, the satin smoothness of his glans, all of him. Heart soaring, she squeezed with her thighs and kegels. Finding a pace they both needed, she rose and fell, rose and fell, taking him for a long, hard ride.
“Hell, Anna, nothing’s ever been this good,” he growled, his head thrown back, eyes narrowed on her face. “Mine. You’re all mine now.”
“Mine too,” she murmured.
His ring on her hand, his cock in her pussy and his hands at her waist let her know it was safe for a slightly older teacher and part-time mascot to belong with Kyran “The Rebel” Black, for now and the rest of her life.
About the Author
My love for storytelling began when I created my first fictional characters in kindergarten, convincing my family and friends that Red Henry and Green Henry were identical twin brothers in my school. They were mischievous, rarely did their homework, and even had girlfriends! Years later, I started to write, completing my first manuscript in middle school. I confess the heroine was a cross between a contemporary Laura Ingalls Wilder and Nancy Drew, who’d been dating one of the Hardy Boys, but when I wrote “the end” I’d known I had more stories to tell. Of course, life intervened, but whether I was in high school, working as a Veterinary Technician, earning a degree in history and secondary education, or teaching, I was always writing and reading romances.
Finally, I met and married my hero and moved to New England. Shortly after, I joined RWA and the New England Chapter and have been writing faithfully ever since. Now I am proud to be an author with Ellora’s Cave Publishing.
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