Bad Coach (An Alpha Male Bad Boy Romance) (Forbidden Romance)

by Claire Adams

  As I was about to leave my bedroom the phone rang. I stopped and turned around. I considered ignoring it and grabbing my tea, but I thought it might be just the welcome distraction that I needed. I snapped it up from my bed, and was stunned to see that it was Tom calling again. I stared shocked at the phone, unsure of what to do. I couldn't imagine what he wanted, and I was sure I didn't really want to find out. He had destroyed me for an eight-month span of time, and I had finally started to get a handle on my life again, only to have him start calling me now, the insensitive prick. Without knowing why I did it, I clicked on the call and said hello.

  “Hey, Natalie ...”

  And then there was silence. His voice―it had been so long since I heard his voice. I had forgotten just how much I liked his voice. It used to soothe me when I cried or had a bad day. It also stirred me when he used to whisper my name when we lay in bed together. All it would take was for him to touch my body and whisper my name, and I was undone. Now here he was again, saying my name as if nothing had changed, as if he hadn't torn my heart in two.

  “Tom, why are you calling me?”

  There was a pause before he said, “I don't know. I've been thinking about you a lot lately. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

  “Why would you care?”

  “Natalie, come on.”

  I felt tears well up in my eyes. “No, really, Tom, why would you give a shit at all?”

  “Just because we aren't together it doesn't mean I never cared about you. We were together for years.”

  “That didn't stop you from fucking my best friend, though, did it?”

  He sighed deeply on his end. “I'm sorry, Natalie, if have no idea. I never wanted to hurt you; things just spun out of control. I never meant for you to find out that way.”

  Tears spilled down my cheeks as my mind raced.

  “Natalie, I miss you.”

  Oh, fuck.

  “Oh, are things not working out with Lisa?”

  “Lisa and I are fine. But things are confusing. There are times I wonder if I made the right decision, especially since I still miss you after all this time.”

  “You sonofabitch.”

  “Natalie, since when do you talk like that?”

  I snorted. “Since you and my best friend fucked me over. How dare you tell me you miss me. I was ready and willing to spend my entire life with you. And all the while you were sleeping with someone else, behind my back. It just makes me sick. Why are you calling me? What the hell do you want?”

  “I told you, Natalie, I just wanted to see if you were okay. We never talked after the incident; you were so upset. I felt terrible, and I regret all the pain I must have caused you.”

  “The incident? You had my best friend bent over our couch. The same couch we used to sit and watch movies on. You made love to me on that same couch, and you tainted it with her. Yeah, that was some incident.”

  “Can you meet me some time to talk?”

  I hung up. I hung up before he could say another word. I did not want to hear sorry; I did not want feelings for him to come through again. I didn't want to believe he was sorry, or that he missed me. God, he missed me. What did that mean? Was he unhappy with Lisa now? Did he wish he was still with me? Man, I did not need thoughts like that traipsing through my brain; they were stupid. But I couldn't help wonder where I would be at that moment had we never broken up. Had he chosen me over Lisa, and ended things with her before I found out. Would we still be together? Would we have been happy? Would he have stayed loyal from that moment on?

  I would never know, and now here he was, calling again and telling me he missed me, and there was a part of me that liked the fact that he missed me. That part was dangerous; I should not want him to miss me. But there was a small amount of satisfaction in the fact that I left him, and now he missed me. Did that mean he wanted me back? Was that why he wanted to get together―to ask me if we could try again?

  I wiped away the tears from my eyes, and headed out of my bedroom. I needed to get out of the house. I would not be making tea and working on my story. I was getting out and getting drunk. Julie was in the kitchen when I marched in and opened the fridge. I grabbed a beer and cracked the top, taking a long pull on it.

  “Uhhh, is everything okay? I thought you were staying in tonight, and working on schoolwork.”

  I turned toward her and set my beer down on the table. “Tom called, and I answered the phone.”

  “Oh shit. What did he want?”

  “He was checking in. He told me he missed me.”

  “What a bastard! How dare he even call you? He has no right.”

  “It doesn't matter. Anyway, I'm getting the hell out of here, and I'm getting wasted.”

  “Oh, Natalie, I think that's a mistake. You can't let him get to you all over again. You have come too far.”

  “I need to get out of this apartment, and I want to have fun. I don't want to think about Tom.”

  “Natalie, just stay here, and we'll talk about it. You'll feel better once you have a chance to talk about it.”

  “I don't want to talk about it. I'm sick of it.”

  “I think you're making a mistake.”

  “Julie, I'm fine.” I finished my beer in a couple of gulps. I headed to my bedroom to put on something a little more appropriate for the bar. Julie followed me into my bedroom, and watched as I got changed.

  “You're really going?”

  “Yes.”

  “Fine, I'm going with you.”

  We walked into the club, and head straight for the bar. We sidled up in our usual spots and ordered a round of drinks. It had been a little while since the two of us had done this, but I needed to forget―that was the most important thing at that point.

  As I stirred my drink, I turned in my seat, only to be faced with Jet on the dance floor. He looked a little beat up, and I wondered if he had a fight that night. Just then, I realized who the girl was that he was dancing with. It was the female MMA fighter, Katie, was it? They were dancing really close, and she often put her hand on his shoulder as she moved in close to him. I could tell by her movements and body language that she was really into Jet. She probably had been trying to make a play for him all along. Jealousy coursed red hot through me. I had no reason to be jealous or to have a problem with anyone that Jet spent time with. After all, I had told him numerous times that he and I were just friends. It didn't seem to matter, though, because the sight of them made me want to scream.

  “Oh my God, what the hell is that?” Julie gasped. I didn't have to look at her to see what she was talking about. I knew she was looking at the exact same thing I was.

  “Ugh, Natalie, I told you we shouldn't have come out. Please tell me you're not going to snap and kill everyone in here.”

  I laughed and turned back around. “It's okay, I couldn’t care less.”

  “Yeah, I’ll bet. I'll be right back. I'm having a little chat with Jet.”

  “Julie, don't.”

  “I'll be right back. Don't get drunk without me.”

  I looked into my drink and picked it up to take a sip. There was a tap on my shoulder, and I set the glass back down. I turned to find Jet there, and he was smiling.

  “What do you want, Jet?”

  “Sunshine personified as always, aren't you?” he said while laughing. “I came to see if you were alright. Actually you know, it's kind of funny, because when I first got here, I looked around hoping you would be here, and you ended up here after all.”

  “Oh, well, isn't it just your lucky night?” I said sarcastically.

  “Maybe it is.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Why don't you go back to your girlfriend? I'm sure she misses you.” I looked over his shoulder, and saw Katie amongst their friends, pacing like a puma ready to strike. Julie had mysteriously disappeared.

  “I'm not here for Katie. I told you that there is nothing between Katie and me. I'm here for you. That's where I want to be.”

  Great, Julie had c
learly gone over and told Jet about my ex calling. Had she left after doing it too? I could just kill that girl sometimes. I went to pick up my drink, and he pushed it away. Confused, I looked at him. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in close, kissing me hard on the lips. His lips burned against mine, and it was the first time we had ever kissed without me being intoxicated. He tasted like beer, and the heat radiating off him took me in. I wanted to be close to him, but my mind was screaming no. I pushed him away from me, and as I did, I looked him right in the eyes. I paused as I continued looking at him, and saw more in his gaze than I had ever noticed before. In seconds my mouth was on his again, and the heat took me over again as his tongue found its way into my mouth. I suddenly lost all sense of reason.

  Chapter Twelve

  Jet

  We ended up back at my apartment; we had left the club immediately. I was determined to have Natalie in my bed, sober this time. When we entered the apartment, I was grateful to see that we were alone. Kyle had not come home yet. The moment our lips touched, my mind exploded. It was like the Fourth of July all around us, and we were amidst a fireworks display. I had been longing for her for so long. She made my body hum, and for the first time, my mind was opening up to some incredible feelings.

  I held Natalie tightly against me, and nuzzled into the skin of her neck. My body was alive against hers, and I ached the closer we got. A moan escaped her, and it was the greatest sound in the world. She had driven me mad with lust, and I was so thrilled to have her alone with me, finally. I kissed her deeply, which caused her to respond with fire in her eyes. I released her lips, and looked into her eyes. Her gaze hot and powerful. I gazed at her possessively, as if I had owned her my entire life.

  “Tonight, my beautiful Natalie, you are me.” All I could see in her eyes was desire. I was becoming lost in those beautiful eyes, and I did not want to deny her anything. Natalie nodded in agreement.

  “I want you so badly, Natalie. How do you like it?”

  “Anyway that you like it.”

  I kissed her mouth deeply, feeling myself growing rock hard.

  I cupped her jaw and put my lips to hers with a softness that I didn't even know I was capable of. Natalie moaned, and parted her lips slightly as she pushed her body against mine. I wanted to put my hands all over her body. In fact, I needed to put my hands on her body. Natalie's hands were trembling when she grabbed my face and kissed me harder, causing me to ache.

  I kissed her slowly and deeply, and I felt like I was losing control of myself. Kissing Natalie was addictive. I took complete control of her mouth, and tasted every inch of it. Sucking, nipping, tasting―I can tell by the look on her face that she was losing the ability to concentrate.

  I was consumed by lust, and I desired to touch her everywhere. Her lips looked red and swollen from my kisses. I kissed her all the way to my bedroom, and then I picked her up and carried her to the bed, slamming the door behind me. I lay her down on the bed and just admired her for a moment. I was dying from my need for her. She sat up quickly, and started undoing my pants as I stood before her. I was surprised by her forwardness, but I liked it.

  She pulled the zipper of my jeans down and slid my pants off. She did the same to my underwear. My cock stood hard before her, and she took it in her mouth, causing me to intake air suddenly. She sucked me slowly, taking all of my cock into her mouth. She was making me feel dizzy, and my legs were growing weak. I pulled my cock out of her mouth even though I loved the sight of it. She quickly pulled off the shirt that she was wearing, and pulled off her jeans, and her panties with them. I gasped in surprise, a grin forming on my face as I looked at her breasts rise and fall before me.

  I bent down to her and found her mouth once again. A moan escaped her when my mouth consumed her. My kisses travelled down her neck, and back up to her mouth. My hands were in her hair, holding her in place while I kissed her.

  My hands were on her breasts and I cupped one of them, bringing it to my mouth to suck. My tongue twirled around her nipple, making it harden instantly. The ache in my body throbbed harder as I tasted her. I sucked her and teased her, hearing the cries of passion come from her lips.

  I put my hand between Natalie's legs and cupped her. I rubbed her with the heal of my palm, slowly rubbing my finger alone the moist folds of her opening. She was shaking underneath me and it just turned me on even more.

  I stopped kissing her as I watched my hand make magic on her body. A smile formed on my face as she shook under me. Natalie was becoming wet as I rubbed my fingers through her wetness.

  “Tell me that this is for me.”

  She nodded gasping. “It's for you, baby.”

  Natalie wrapped her legs around me and my cock grazed her opening. I pinned her wrists above her head, locking them tightly in one hand. My fingers entered her and she gasped.

  “Do you want me inside you?”

  “Yes,” I breathed out.

  She was a beautiful woman, so much more in that moment than at any other time I had seen her. She looked at me longingly and I knew I had never seen a more beautiful woman in all my life.

  “Please Jet, I need you.”

  The next thing I knew, I was inside her. I filled her up slowly, carefully drawing out the pleasure excruciatingly slow. I worried that I would break her if I went too fast. I was so snugly inside her. A moan escaped her as I filled her completely with my size. Her pussy felt so incredible that I didn't want to be anywhere else. I grabbed her breasts and cupped them gently as I bent down to claim her mouth once again.

  I rocked inside her gently as I walked a fine line between delirium and sanity. I sucked on her nipples as I could feel her clench around my cock, her orgasm building up inside her. She shuddered as she moved her hips against mine. Her eyes were rolling in the back of her head as waves of pleasure marked her face. She exploded around me and her whole body shook. I followed quickly after, unable to hold back. Natalie clutched my hard body as she continued to orgasm. She licked my chest and bit into my shoulder. I growled in satisfaction as I continued to rock inside her even though our orgasms had stopped.

  Natalie relaxed, and attempted to catch her breath.

  I grabbed her beautiful ass, and I was still hard inside of her. I began rocking inside her again, faster that time, as I took her for the second time. Natalie gasped as I plunged in hard and fast, and her gasps turned to moans as my body prepared for another earth-shattering orgasm. I came again with her, and my body was literally humming afterward. I had claimed her as my own, taking what I had wanted for so long. Her body was mine, and I hoped she didn't want it any other way.

  I rolled off of her, and pulled her close to me, wrapping my arms around her. It wasn't long before she fell asleep in my arms.

  BROKEN #4

  Chapter One

  Natalie

  I woke up and recognized immediately that I was not in my own bed―that I was in fact in Jet's bed. This time, however, there was no fuzziness, no hangover clouding my thoughts. I woke up feeling refreshed, and my body hummed. It had been pleased a great deal the night before, and I could still feel Jet's touch all over my body. I was a little sore as well from the sex, but it was certainly the kind of sore I didn't mind having. I was actually glad to be there in bed with him. Usually I would have been slinking off in the early morning hours, but I didn't feel the need to do that at all. It probably had a lot to do with the fact that I normally ended up there drunk and waking up hung over, and filled with shame.

  I looked over to watch Jet sleeping and realized that something had changed that night. Something had shifted between us. I wished that I knew if it was good for me or not, this shift. I smiled as I remembered the night before, when Jet had pulled me in to kiss him at the bar. His kisses were so hot and powerful they stole my breath instantly. I warmed up just thinking about them. We shared a powerful connection that ignited those kisses in the most delicious way.

  Katie must have wanted to climb the walls when she saw him kiss me.
She had been dry humping him when I walked into the bar, and thought she had her claws into him. I noticed her watching us when he came over to talk to me, and she paced the floor talking to Kyle the whole time. So by the looks of things she was pretty upset that he stopped dancing with her to come to my aid. So imagine what she must have felt like seeing Jet pull me in for a kiss, and it didn’t end as a simple kiss; we had full on made out at the bar. It was one of the hottest moments of my life, no question about it.

  I felt bad for Katie. It wasn’t like she had done anything wrong to me, and I certainly had nothing against the girl, but it was clear she wanted Jet for herself. And since I hadn't snapped him up, he was essentially far game, so I couldn't really blame her for wanting to grab him while he was still available. She must have thought I was crazy for not having done it sooner.

  Jet's chest rose and fell as I watched him, and I wondered if I had been stupid for not snapping him up immediately. Why did I have to be so scared all the time? Scared of being hurt, scared of having the past repeat itself.

  And then there was Julie―a whole separate issue I would have to deal with. I smiled as I shook my head. Imagine siccing Jet onto me to avoid a drunken night, and then disappearing. I hadn't been sure if she had bailed on me or if she was just in the bathroom, but sure enough she had left me there with Jet. So what had her game plan been? Did she think that Jet would make me forget all about Tom? Had he?

  I checked my phone and realized it was time to get up and go to school. I had photography class, and the teacher was not a fan of tardiness. I rolled out of bed, went in search of my panties and found them inside my jeans. I slid into both of them and started buttoning my jeans. I found my dress top and my bra, as well. I snapped my bra into place as Jet roused from sleep. He rubbed at his eyes and sat up in bed. I pulled the shirt over my head as he ran his hands through his hair.