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

by Claire Adams

  “I hear ya. I'll be hitting up the gym hard-core when I return.”

  “No doubt.”

  “Why don't you ask Katie out on a date, man? She's great, and well, I think you guys would do well.”

  “She's totally out of my league, man. I don't like admitting such things, but she is.”

  I looked up from my suitcase. “Just don't treat her like a piece of meat, and you'll do just fine. Men are idiots, you know that. We behave like we own the world. Treat a girl right and you can have any girl you want.”

  “Thanks, man. Have a safe trip, and I'll see ya when you return.”

  I waved him off. I finished packing and headed out the door to go get Natalie.

  She was waiting outside on the steps of her apartment, looking casually beautiful. I got out of the car and met her, giving her a kiss on the mouth.

  “Hey, beautiful. Ready to go?”

  “I sure am. Are you? Or are you having regrets about going with me?”

  I laughed. “Maybe, but I'll deal with it.”

  “Good. I like brave men.”

  “Oh do you? Are you sure you don't want to have a quickie before we leave?”

  She giggled, and it was just about the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. “Not if we have any prayer of getting there by tomorrow.”

  We got on the road shortly after lunch. It had been really hard not to take her to bed with me, but she was right, we had a destination to get to. However, I planned on ravishing her at the hotel that night. She wouldn't be able to get away from me then. It was about a ten-hour drive to her parents’ house, and it seemed as if we kissed for five hours straight. I would have thought being closed up in a vehicle with Natalie for that long would cause us to grow irritated with one another, but the total opposite happened. We talked the entire way there, and seemed to solidify our bond even more. She was nothing like any girl I had ever dated before, and I couldn't believe how lucky I had been to win her over. There were a few times I had to pull the car over, especially once Natalie straddled me and started kissing my neck. I would have killed us both for sure, because the moment she did it, I could hardly remember my own name. She was insatiable, really, she couldn’t get enough of me, and I certainly wasn't complaining. Everything she did drove me a little crazy, and it took everything I muster not to take her right there in the car. But I had to settle with some quick make-out sessions before we headed back on the road. Due to these make-out sessions, we were making terrible time. But it was our Christmas vacation, and if we got there a few hours later, so what? It was a beautiful drive, and the winding roads were breathtaking. There wasn’t enough room on either side of the road to stop, so Natalie had to take pictures from the moving car. It was amazing to be driving along the sides of cliffs, and the view was incredible. I couldn't have asked for a better trip. The sights were great, the company was even better, and I had a few days off from school and training.

  We reached North Carolina at around 1:00 in the morning. We still had a few hours to drive to get to our destination, so we decided to stop at a hotel for the night. It turned out that Natalie had assumed I had booked us a room for the evening, but I hadn't. In fact, aside from thinking of seducing her in a hotel, I hadn't thought much about it at all. So our only other option at that point was to drive around and stop at one. The problem with that, however, was that there were no vacancies anywhere. All the chain hotels were booked up for the night due to Christmas, and so we were left with the motels in the area, and even then, we continued to drive by them, seeing all the “vacancy” lights turned off. I was starting to panic as I saw Natalie's irritation level rising quickly.

  “I just don't understand why you didn't do it. What did you think was going to happen when we arrived in the city during Christmastime?”

  “You're right, Natalie, I'm totally to blame. I do remember you asking me to. But with the fight and everything else, it just slipped my mind. And yes, I did think that I could just drive up to one, and that it would be okay.”

  “It's okay, I'm just starting to wonder what we are going to do. I don't exactly want to spend the night in your car.”

  “We won't; I will find us something.”

  Well the problem with that little promise was that there was nothing out there. As we kept driving, I finally saw a vacancy sign in the distance.

  “There's one,” she practically shouted at me.

  I pulled into the only motel we could find in the area, and to be honest, it reminded me of the Bates Motel. I parked, feeling a little uneasy, and I smiled at her before I got out of the car. “See, we found one.”

  She looked a little unsure of my confidence as she took a good look at the long line of rooms before us. I couldn't blame her; it definitely looked like I had pulled into the scene of the next horror movie. Being stabbed to death in her sleep wasn't exactly her idea of a Christmas vacation, I was sure of that much. I left the car and went into the office to get a room. I was relieved at least when the motel manager didn't resemble Norman Bates.

  “Hey there, I need a room for the night.”

  The manager slid the guest book in from of me like we were still in the 1950s, and I scrawled my name in it. I paid cash for the room and took the key from his hand. I ran back out to the car, drove to Room 21, and parked in front of it. Natalie was looking out the windshield at the room and turned to me.

  “How much did it cost?”

  “It's not important. Let's go.” We both got out of the car and headed to the door.

  “Jet, how much did the room cost?” She wasn't letting it go, and I really didn't want to tell her.

  “Jet?”

  I put the key in the lock, and laughed, as I said, “Fifty bucks.”

  “Fifty! Oh, this is going to be good! Just great, I don't think I've ever heard of a room for rent for that low.”

  “Well, it was a first for me too, but I'm sure it's delightful.”

  She looked at me and shook her head, looking vaguely unimpressed.

  I pushed open the door and it swung open to reveal a dark, musty room. The oldest furniture known to man littered the room, and some of it looked to be falling apart. The walls were yellow from smoke, and the bedding looked like it had never been washed. It was covered with stains. It was one of the most terrifying scenes I had ever seen, and I'm a fighter. Natalie burst out laughing and left the room. I looked after her and wondered if she was planning on coming back. I eyeballed the room, and figured she probably wasn't planning on it. I followed her outside and found her leaning against the hood of the car.

  “I am not sleeping in that room!”

  “Natalie.”

  “Jet, no. Seriously. Go get your money back, we’re leaving!”

  “Baby, where are we going to go? We have been driving around for a half hour, and there's just nothing out there. I'm sorry, we are going to have to tough it out for the night.”

  “Have you lost your mind? Do you want to take another look in there?” She walked back over to the room and pushed the door open again. “That is a roach motel in there!”

  I laughed. “Baby, we have nowhere else to go, you know that. You didn't want to sleep in the car, and really, that would be our only other option at this point.”

  “Jet ... ugh, I'm not doing this!”

  “Baby, are you yelling at me?” I laughed.

  She shook her head laughing. “Find someplace else, and find it now. I don't like acting like a princess, but in this case it's happening right now. ”

  “Sweetie, I know you deserve the Ritz, and if I could find one, I would take you there in an instant, but I can’t; this is it. I fucked up, I know, but this is what we have for tonight.”

  “Jet, I don’t need the Ritz, but did you see the sheets? I’m sure if you did, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

  I grinned. “Wow, how is it that when you’re mad you turn me on, and all I want to do is fix it?”

  She laughed. “Don’t even think about getting lucky on thos
e sheets.”

  “Baby, you make me crazy.”

  “Jet, I’d rather sleep in the car.”

  “Don’t be silly. It’ll be okay, it’s just one night.”

  I took her hand and pulled her in the room, closing the door behind us.

  “Jet, you know this place has cockroaches, it’s inevitable. You also know the moment one touches me your life is over. True story.”

  I growled. “Baby … man, what I wouldn’t do for clean sheets.”

  Natalie burst out laughing.

  “Mmm … there’s my girl. I’ll protect you, baby.”

  “We are so sleeping with the lights on. What a nightmare.”

  I kissed her. “Don’t be mad, sweetie. Let’s make the best of it, okay? It's going to be great, trust me.”

  She gave me a small smile. “Alright, we'll stay.”

  I hugged her to me tightly. “Now, let’s go look at the shower.”

  She groaned.

  Chapter Seven

  Natalie

  We arrived late to my parents’ house on Christmas Eve. Due to our adventure, we didn't make very good time at all. We made sure to get up early out of the roach motel, so that I wasn't exposed to it any longer than I had to be. I still couldn't believe we stayed there.

  True to my word, I kept the lights on all night, in fear that I would find something crawling on me in the middle of the night. The room had been horrendous, and although I didn't see any creepy crawlers, I was sure they were waiting in the wings to attack me as soon as the lights went off. I knew Jet was hoping for a little vacation nooky, but there was no way in hell I was getting naked in the bed. He had attempted to assess the shower for possible sex options, but it had been so overgrown with mildew that we exited it as promptly as possible. It was a wonder the health inspector hadn't closed the place down.

  Jet had spooned me the whole night, however, leaving me in a cocoon of safety as we slept. I loved feeling him so close. He made me feel incredibly safe with no real effort. We departed early that morning, and grabbed some breakfast at a local diner before getting back on the road again.

  Now walking into my parents’ place was like walking back in time. They owned a modest two-story home that needed some updating inside and out. It was very different, I was sure, from the way in which Jet was raised, as was evidenced by the house I went to for Thanksgiving dinner. Wow, what a night that was. I could at least be sure that this time Katie would not be at dinner.

  “Natalie, it's so great to see you. How was the drive? Did you hit any traffic?” my mother gushed at us as she came down the hallway. My father was in tow, but he was a silent type.

  “The trip was good, Mom. We ended up staying in a terrible room last night, though, but we had already been behind at that point anyway. By the smell of things you already have dinner well underway.”

  “Oh, of course. I was up early making stuffing and getting that turkey ready.”

  I turned to Jet. “Mom, this is my boyfriend, Jet, the one I have been telling you about.”

  Jet approached her and held his hand out to my mother to shake hers. She laughed gleefully, and instead pulled him into her arms for a hug. My dad chuckled behind her, and by the look on Jet's face, she had taken him completely off guard.

  “You're family now, Jet. We don't shake hands around here.”

  He laughed. “Fair enough.” He walked to my father and said, “Thanks for having me in your home, sir.”

  My dad looked him over and nodded. “It's nice to meet you, son. I hear you're a fighter, I'm happy to know that you can protect my daughter.”

  “Oh, she's doing pretty well at protecting herself. I have been teaching her some self-defense.”

  “That's wonderful,” my mother exclaimed.

  “Well, you kids can go get settled in if you would like, and then come down and have a drink with me,” my dad offered.

  “Sure, Dad, I'm just going to hit the shower first, and wash that motel off of me.”

  “No problem; take your time.”

  I hugged them both and headed upstairs to my old bedroom. I opened up my bedroom door and walked in, with Jet behind me. He was carrying our suitcases in, and laughed as he entered my room. “Whoa, you sure liked boy bands, didn't you?”

  My walls were pink, and splashed with posters of the bands I liked as a teenager. I had been a little obsessed, but what young girl isn't?

  “You never mind. I don't know why they keep my room like this. I don't come home often, so it's just a waste of space.”

  “I'm sure they just like the reminder of you.”

  We started unpacking what we had into the dresser in my room, and I grabbed a change of clothes to take with me to the shower.

  “If you want to have a shower, too, Jet, feel free.”

  “Can I have one with you?”

  I paused and considered his request wondering, what the chances were that my parents would check up on us. I decided it was likely that they would probably leave us alone until we settled in.

  I smiled. “Okay, sure.”

  He grabbed some clothing, and I got two towels out of the linen closet in the hallway, then we made our way to the bathroom. I turned on the tap so that hot water poured out, and then I switched it to the shower setting, and water cascaded from it. I closed the bathroom door and locked it, insuring that at least we wouldn't be caught red-handed.

  I undressed quickly, and Jet undressed slowly as he watched me. I felt warm under his gaze and I went to him, kissing him full on the mouth. I bit into his lower lip when he put his hands on my ass. I pulled away from him and stepped into the shower letting the water cascade down my body and soak into my hair. It felt wonderful to clean off the dirty feeling of sleeping in that motel.

  Jet joined me in the water, and we switched positions so that he could rinse his body off as well. I watched as the water streamed down his hard stomach, and I smiled when he turned to me. He had heat in his eyes and he surprised me when he bent down into the tub getting on his hands and knees. He buried his tongue into my pussy and I gasped as I braced myself against the walls of the shower.

  I shivered despite the heat of the shower when he sucked on my clit. My pussy was throbbing as he continued to taste my opening.

  He got up from his knees and without saying a word he turned me around so my ass was facing him. He pushed me into the shower wall, and I stuck my ass out toward him. He pushed his hard cock into me, and I moaned as he filled me up. I was panting as he pushed into me hard and fast. The waves of pleasure were completely taking me over, and I could barely contain myself as I came all over his cock. He kept pumping into me fast, and I moaned, feeling a delicious sensation warming my entire body. I felt another orgasm building up, and when I came again, he spilled into me, making me feel complete once again.

  He leaned against my back and I could feel him breathing heavy against me. “Now that's the quickie I wanted last night.”

  I giggled. “That felt so good, Jet. My body is just humming now.”

  “Mmm, I like that.” He pulled himself out of me, and I felt empty the moment he did. I turned to him, and kissed him on the mouth, my tongue finding its way in to meet his. We kissed like that for a while, passion building between us.

  “We better get down there before my dad starts to wonder where we are.”

  Jet laughed nervously. “Good call. As much as I would love to go round two, it's probably best not to push our luck.”

  I stepped out of the shower, and passed Jet a towel. I dried myself off quickly and proceeded to get dressed as Jet also stepped out of the shower. I took a brush through my hair, and realized we didn't do much cleaning in the shower at all. But at least I had a smile on my face.

  Christmas dinner was marvelous. I had to say, thanks to my dad, I already had a good buzz going on by dinner. As soon as we came back downstairs, he opened up a bottle of whiskey, and we started celebrating the holidays. The mood in the house was a joyous one, and I was happy to see tha
t Jet was having a great time talking to my parents. He seemed very at ease in their home, and I was glad. It was a far cry from the way his family had dinners, but I had to say I preferred it much better this way.

  My mom had made a delicious spread of turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing and various vegetables. Everything smelled and tasted amazing, and I hoped one day I would be able to cook as well as she did.

  We spent the dinner catching up on old times, and I let them know how school had been going so far that year. I told them about the art exhibit, and how Jet had purchased a drawing from me for $300, but how I was sure he’d only done it to get close to me. Their eyebrows rose as they realized that he must have come from a different upbringing.

  Jet talked a lot about his MMA dreams and his career so far, as my dad seemed pretty impressed by the whole thing. He often watched UFC, so meeting someone personally involved in fighting was something he thought was exceptional.

  After dinner, we all retired into the living room to relax. Jet and I had fresh whiskeys, and we settled on the couch together snuggling close. In my family, we opened up gifts on Christmas Eve and spent the next day just relaxing.

  My mom started passing out gifts, and everyone in the room started opening up gifts. To Jet's surprise, my mother handed him three gifts.

  “Oh, you didn't have to buy me anything.”

  “Of course we did. It's Christmas, and you are spending time with our family, and you're very special to Natalie.”

  “Well, thank you.” He began unwrapping his presents, and they had gotten him a sweater, a new pair of boxing gloves, and some cologne. I could tell that he was speechless by their kindness, because he just stared at the gifts, shocked.

  “Natalie told us you liked to box and that your gloves were developing an odor she didn't approve of, so we thought we would help you out.”

  He looked over at me and I laughed. “Oh did she, now? Yeah, gloves can start smelling pretty bad. Again, thank you, this was really kind of you.”

  I finished opening my gifts and I had received a couple of movies, some clothes, a new drawing art kit, and a couple of books. I helped my mother clean up all the wrapping paper, and they slipped in an old movie to relax for the evening. I took Jet's hand, and lead him back upstairs to my bedroom.