Perfect Fit

by Juliana Conners

  I grind my pussy against his cock while he pumps it in and out of me until I finish coming.

  “This feels so good, Emily,” he says. “This feels even better than I thought it would.”

  He’s grunting now as he thrusts his cock deeper into my pussy. I feel a pulsing sensation that drives me to ecstasy again. I hear him say, “I’m going to come, Emily,” and at the same time, I tell him, “I’m coming again. I’m coming on your cock.”

  We reach climax at the same time. I look back and up into his eyes and I’m met with him staring back down at me.

  “This is amazing,” he says. “I love you.”

  “I love you too,” I tell him, leaning back into his muscular chest and resting my head on h is broad shoulder. “I love you so much.”

  “That’s good,” he says. “Because you’re all mine. I claimed you the way I should have a long time ago. All your curves and your entire voluptuous body are mine and only mine.”

  “I want to be yours,” I tell him, feeling my pussy dripping wet, aching and throbbing from the pleasure he just gave me. “I want to be with you for good.”

  “That’s good,” he says, as he spins me around and keeps looking at me. “Because there’s one more thing that I forgot to tell you.”

  “What’s that?” I ask him.

  “Well, I think it was pretty obvious that I wasn’t expecting my daughter to come to the office today, nor her mother either,” he says.

  I nod, and gulp, wondering what he’s going to say next.

  “The reason she showed up was to tell me that she just got a job offer in Texas.”

  “I see.”

  I don’t say anything else because I’m afraid to say the wrong thing. I’m not sure what this means. He’s moving to Texas? He’s staying here and has to fight for custody of his daughter?

  “Like I said, things have always been pretty amicable between us, so she came to ask if I’d be okay with Charity finishing out the school year here so as not to disrupt her life too much,” Wade continues. “After that, we’ll take it from there and decide how custody should be arranged.”

  “So, she’ll be living with you?” I ask. “Full time?”

  I suppose I don’t know how this is different from whatever arrangement they had before, since I didn’t even know he had a daughter until today. But I like that he’s stepping up to the plate and taking care of his responsibilities. I’m just not sure what it means for us.

  “For now,” he says. “Which is a bit more than the 50/50 custody deal we currently have. I know it will be a big adjustment for both you and Charity but I’d really like to try to make this work. I want— no, I need— both of you in my life.”

  “I want that too,” I tell him.

  “Okay then, it looks like things will work out well for us after all. Finally.”

  “Finally,” I say, smiling up at him.

  I need to shower and head to class, although I wish I could lie in bed with Wade for the rest of the day, basking in our new— or, old turned new again— relationship. But I have a feeling they’ll be plenty of time for that later.

  I can’t wait to call Jessica back and tell her that I got that second chance we weren’t so sure I would get. And also, my happily ever after with Wade.

  EPILOGUE

  Six Months Later

  “I’m so happy to be celebrating the completion of your project and your Master’s Degree,” Professor James tells our class.

  We’re at dinner, and Stacy is beside me.

  “I really like how you added in the app stuff,” Stacy Peterson tells me, chewing a bit too loudly on her salad. “That’s what got us more investors, I think.”

  That and the fact that my boyfriend is a billionaire and got his billionaire buddies to donate money, I think, but I don’t say it.

  Even though Stacy is still annoying, I get along with her a lot better these days. Among many other things, Wade has taught me not to judge a book by its cover. Not everyone is what they seem to be on the surface.

  Once I got to know Stacy and talked to her about her motivations and goals, I realized she wasn’t in this class just because she was hot for teacher. Sure, I think, as I see her batting her eyes in his direction, that’s definitely part of it. But she also has a real desire to help her community— all parts of it, rich and poor. And for that she is a better person than I started off being, before Wade came back into my life and changed me for the better.

  “Congratulations, Emily,” Charity says, in her sing-songy voice. Her blond curls bounce up and down as she bobs her head. She is so friggin’ cute.

  She turned five years old not too long ago, and she and I get along great. Wade is certainly a good father who, with the help of her mother, has raised her to be charming, witty and kind.

  “Why thank you, Charity,” I tell her, and then Wade raises his wine glass to me.

  “To our future,” he says. “And our past.”

  “Cheers.”

  Our glasses clink and we smile at each other.

  “Well, I’m going to head out,” Professor James announces. “But thank you all for the hard work you’ve put into this program. It’s been the most successful one yet, in terms of its launch, and now we just have to do the hard work of running it.”

  I’m going to be the Director, and I’m so excited. Even though it means leaving the cushy job I’ve had at Covington Enterprises for the past six months. It’s okay, though, since I can go there any time I miss it— since I happen to be dating the founder.

  One by one, my classmates get up to leave. Some are going to Effex, a popular night club downtown, to celebrate the end of the semester and of our entire graduate program. But Wade and I have Charity to take care of, and there’s nothing else I’d rather be doing right now than that.

  Next week, she’ll go to her mother’s for the summer and Wade and I will be free to do all the partying we desire. But we’ll probably just take advantage of the opportunity to have a lot of sex, which is all I really want to do. As I see him wink at me, I know the feeling is mutual. Charity’s a great kid, but Wade and I could use some one on one time.

  Soon, it’s just Wade and Charity and I at the table and I’ve said goodbye to all my classmates who have left. Charity is a notoriously slow eater, her latest hobby being mixing all her food together in the middle of her plate and then separating it back out again along the edges, according to type: vegetables, which she says are “yucky,” potatoes, which are “yummy,” and meat, which is “A-okay.”

  But as Wade clears his throat and looks at me with a gleam in his eye, it begins to dawn on me that Charity’s crazy toddler eating habits aren’t the only reason we’re still sitting her.

  “Emily,” he says, that handsome dimple of his appearing when he smiles. “I have had the best six months with you, after five long years of being a part. I want to make sure we’re never apart again.”

  “Hey!” Charity says, a similar dimple appearing in her cheek. Like father, like daughter. “I’ve had a good six months too!”

  “Yes you have, honey,” Wade says, smiling at her now. “And that’s why I want you to be a part of this.”

  He turns his gaze back to me.

  “Emily, I’ve already talked to your dad on the phone but I want to make sure I have Charity’s blessing too. Because I want us to be a family.”

  “Oh, my God,” I practically shriek, tears welling up in my eyes. “Oh, my God.”

  Is this really happening? Six months ago I thought he was out of my life for good and now he’s proposing to me. Talk about second chances. Life is certainly full of twists and turns.

  “I couldn’t be the man I am today without either of you,” Wade says. “And I want to spend the rest of my life pampering my two princesses.”

  He stands up and walks over to me, and then gets down on one knee. Some other restaurant guests are beginning to notice, as they smile and point in our direction. He’s holding up a small box with a very large ring inside
.

  “Emily Jane Mason, I let you go once but I will never do that again. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? And Charity’s step- mother?”

  “Yes!” I exclaim, as he stands back up. I throw my arms around him and openly cry tears of joy. “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes.”

  He picks my feet off the ground and swings me around.

  “She said yes!” he announces to the other guests at the restaurants, as if there had been any doubt about what my answer had been. It’s cute though. And I love him so much. “She said yes, she said yes, she said yes.”

  “Hey!” Charity cries out again, looking up at us. “What about me?”

  “Come here, you,” he says, picking her up as well. Now he’s swinging us both around. And this is the best day of my life. I know that now that Wade and Charity are guaranteed to be in it forever, it’s only going to keep getting better from here.

  THE END.

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  Out of Bounds: A Bad Boy Sports Romance

  Copyright 2016 by Juliana Conners; All Rights Reserved.

  Chapter 1 – Wesley

  Damn it.

  Midway through walk on try outs, I pull something in my leg.

  I’m jumping back into football too soon, too hard, after too much time being away from the field.

  A stupid, avoidable injury like this is the reason I should have been practicing all summer.

  Except I thought I wasn’t going to get to play.

  Scratch that.

  I didn’t just think I wasn’t going to get to play, but I was pretty damn sure of it. Since that’s what the Powers That Be had informed me when they not so nicely dismissed me from Huningdale University and from the Warriors football team I had led to victory during my first season as its quarterback.

  “Run through it, run through it, run through it!” Coach Thompson bellows at me now.

  If only his players were as strong as his lungs.

  I can’t believe I’m trying out for such a shitty football team. The Calton Wildcats haven’t won a game in ages.

  Or at least I’m pretending to try out. Even suffering from a slight injury, I’m clearly better than every player who was on the team last season and everyone else who is trying to make the team this season.

  We all know I’m a shoe in. A deal’s been worked out and I’m already on the team; it’s just a question of whether I get to play or whether I’ll be benched for most or all of the season while I show I can behave when I’m off the field.

  Even without the deal, though, I’d still be a sure bet to make the team. No one else comes close to my talent. To be blunt, I’m too good for this team. The Calton Wildcats are a joke compared to the Huningdale Warriors.

  But thanks to the hot water I landed myself in back at my old school, it’s this team or nothing, or so I’ve been told.

  I couldn’t believe it when they told me I could play at Calton, since it had been months since they’d told me I was a goner for good. I couldn’t believe I was getting a second chance. So now I put up with Coach Thompson shouting at me while I run a bunch of lame, easy drills just for show during walk on try outs for his subpar team.

  He’s yards away, but it feels like he’s yelling right into my ear. I have to admit, he’s a menacing presence, with his large, overbearing figure and his red, puckered-up face.

  I try to remind myself that his scary demeanor and raw anger probably come from losing too many games. And that I can fix that little problem for him.

  I’ve never been afraid of a coach, but this one has the power to make or break what little is left of my college football career— and whatever lies beyond that.

  I pick up the twisted stack of rags on the ground, as required by this drill, and keep running as fast as I can. I tell myself to forget about the pain in my leg, as well as this crazy coach’s screaming.

  “Great job, Reynolds!” he yells, as I touch both lines on the field and finish strong in the drill. “Good explosive steps despite your previous hobbling around with whatever pussy footed injury you’ve given yourself. Keep going, keep going!”

  Of course he’s impressed. I shouldn’t have worried, even for a second.

  Now it’s time for the forty yard dash. I’ve done so many drills in a row today after a long time of not doing much at all. I really should give my out-of-practice leg a rest but I just keep running. And I end up finishing with the fastest time of anyone trying out, while not even breaking a sweat.

  If it weren’t for my damn injury, it’d be a piece of cake. This try out is nothing compared to the warm ups my last coach put us through.

  “That’s it, keep going, keep it up,” shouts Coach Thompson. “Next drill. Next drill!”

  Now I touch orange cones as I run back and forth on the field. Mobility is a big deal and I know that coaches like to see it seamless— partly bum leg or not.

  Coach Thompson nods his head with an obvious mixture of pride and amazement as I continue the drill. I know he’s happy he made the right decision by agreeing to allow me to play for Calton University despite my bad reputation.

  There’s never been a football coach I couldn’t impress. Before I was the star quarterback of my last school, Huningdale University, I was the star quarterback of Piedmont High School. And before that, Piedmont Middle School.

  And I was even the star of flag football, dating way back to my elementary school beginnings. It’s in my blood. In my genes. My father was almost as good of a quarterback as I am.

  I know how to walk on to a team. Just like I know how to win football games. It’s what I do.

  That, and fuck up, apparently.

  Fuck up to the point of getting kicked off my good football team. And then needing my dad to pull strings so that my coach will strike a deal with another coach and allow me play on a shitty team for a season, to prove I can stay on the straight and narrow long enough to come back to my good football team.

  “Awesome,” Coach Thompson shouts. “Last one. Keep going.”

  I know I need to concentrate. Kiss this coach’s ass for giving me the chance to keep playing. Especially because he’s big and scary.

  But I’m in the middle of completing the rope course when I see her.

  The proverbial hot cheerleader.

  Yeah, there’s always a hot cheerleader. And I’ve had my fill of them in the past— which is part of what got me in trouble at my last school.

  They loved me until I moved on, and then they’d complain that I’d treated them badly. By breaking their hearts I guess. At Huningdale, I was told to find another dating pool to swim in, to avoid drama between the cheerleading team and the football team.

  And I did, for the most part. There were plenty of other girls to fuck, many of whom came with less drama. I should have learned my lesson.

  But this cheerleader is too impressive to ignore, no matter what life lessons I’ve learned and no matter what else I’m supposed to be doing at the moment— like not blowing my second chance to play football.

  I keep my eyes on her as I hop over the ropes in my drill.

  She’s leading a team of cheerleaders onto the field to start practicing as soon as our try outs are over. She’s bouncing around as if she owns the field, and them.

  And she looks so fucking good as she’s doing it.

  Blonde hair, curvy thighs peeking out from under a short skirt.

  Tits peeking out from a low cut top, begging to be devoured.

  Holy shit.

  They weren’t kidding when they said the girls at Calton University were hot. The school’s football team and pretty much its entire athletic department leaves a lot to be desired— hence its willingness to take a chance on a damaged but talented player such as myself.

  But the Calton ladies are well known
for their looks. Especially the cheerleaders. And this one is the hottest I think I’ve ever seen.

  I can feel my cock growing hard and I nearly trip.

  Not a good time.

  But damn, all I can think about is fucking her. I want to take her and bend her over and show how what a real athlete can do to her. How Wesley Reynolds, star quarterback, can make her feel. And I want to feel myself inside her.

  What I want, I make sure to fucking take.

  So I vow to myself, in the middle of walk on try outs for the football team on which I’m supposed to be on my best behavior, to take that head cheerleader.

  Chapter 2 – Wesley

  “Very good, Reynolds,” Coach Thompson says, clicking his stopwatch and interrupting my little fantasy about the head cheerleader.

  Despite my distraction, I’d managed to finish strong. And now I’m free to look without risking screwing up my try outs.

  I swear I catch her looking back at me before I turn my gaze back to Coach Thompson’s direction.

  “But you’ve got a wandering eye.”

  He glares at me, as if personally affronted by the fact that I chose to sneak a peek at the hot cheerleader. What’s it to him? As long as I manage to pull it together on the field, which I just did, I don’t see what the big deal is.

  “Keep your eye on the prize,” he continues, in a scolding tone of voice. “I can’t have my second string quarterback distracted by every passing female.”

  “Second string quarterback?” I repeat, forgetting all about his chastisement.

  I shrug as if it’s no big deal. As if I knew it all along.

  And even though I mostly did, it’s always nice to get confirmation.