Hard & Deep: A Football Romance

by Krista Lakes

  John looked up from his daughter, furious at the request. "Son! You don't trust me?"

  Mr. Hayes took a quick glance at Tracy, then replied. "It's not a matter of trust. When I give up control, things don't work out quite the way I intended. I refuse to completely give up control of my attempted murderer to her father."

  John opened his mouth, as if to try to bargain.

  "This is non-negotiable," Mr. Hayes added, a mirror of the negotiation on the salsa floor the night before.

  “We're like family,” John reminded him. “You don't have to do this.”

  “Yes, I do,” Mr. Hayes replied. Two men appeared from downstairs and cut Jenna loose. She rubbed at her wrists but kept a haughty expression aimed at Mr. Hayes.

  “This isn't the end,” she said softly, the soft curve of her lips wicked with the words. There was no remorse in her eyes. The person staring at Mr. Hayes with cold eyes was such a different woman than the one Tracy remembered from the other night. It was difficult to believe they were the same person.

  "These two men will stay with Jenna until Monday,” Mr. Hayes said, looking away from her. “She is to stay in town until then, and they'll be relieved by a full-time guard after our meeting. You can fly her wherever you wish after that."

  John nodded, a little dejected. He had to realize it was the best he could have hoped for given the situation. It was more than Jenna deserved, in Tracy's opinion.

  Chapter 16

  Once Jenna and her father were safely off with the security detail, Mr. Hayes turned to Tracy. "There is one person I can give up control to," he said. He leaned in for a kiss.

  Tracy stopped him, her hand on his broad chest. "You obviously don't trust me, Mr. Hayes."

  Hurt crossed Mr. Hayes' face. He was still pretty calm for having almost been killed. "I definitely trust you, Tracy. I've never trusted anyone like I trust you."

  "I don't believe it," Tracy said, sounding as hard as she had during their first sexual encounter, when she had left him tied up in the bed. Only this time, she wasn't pretending. This time, she was legitimately angry. “If you trusted me, I wouldn't have had to threaten to make a scene. You trusted Jenna more than you trusted me today and it nearly got you killed.”

  "What do I have to do to prove it to you?" Mr. Hayes asked. His eyes were gray as he watched her, waiting for her to tell him what to do.

  Tracy grabbed his hand and walked down the stairs. Mr. Hayes smiled as they walked past the people at the party. Appearances were everything, so Tracy smiled too, but kept right on walking out the exit. She handed the valet her ticket.

  "You have to show me that you trust me," Tracy said as the car pulled up. Wind whipped at her satin dress, pressing it against her legs and rippling behind her. She opened the passenger side door. "Get in the car."

  Mr. Hayes nodded and slowly slid into the passenger seat. Tracy could see him tensing as he reached for the seat belt. But he didn't say no.

  She slid into the driver's seat and slipped off her shoes. She didn't even bother putting on the flats from before, instead opting to drive barefoot. There was a road leading away from the chalet higher into the mountain range. She looked over at him, waiting for a protest, but none came.

  She revved the engine and took off onto the road. His foot hit an imaginary brake pedal as she sped down the small road and up the side of the mountain. He looked as though he was going to be sick, his eyes wide and glancing frantically through the windows. His hand went to her leg, gripping hard, then pulling away at the next turn.

  "Tracy, please slow down," he said through gritted teeth. His hands clenched in his lap and every muscle in his body screamed with tension.

  "No. You have to show me that you trust me. I won't let anything happen to you. You just have to show me that you trust me," Tracy reiterated. She carefully turned the sports car onto the mountain pass. Tracy had driven this pass several times. It was a beautiful place to look at leaves in the fall. She knew it was going to be a difficult drive for Mr. Hayes, though, as it was a twisting road with a sharp fall-off as the road climbed up the mountain.

  "Alright, Tracy. I trust you," Mr. Hayes said softly. He closed his eyes for moment, concentrating on his breathing. He took a deep breath in and unclenched his fists. "I love you."

  Tracy nearly stopped at his admission. She smiled, her heart beating fast at his words. She didn't slow down, though. Three little words weren't going to make her go easy on him. She took the next turn tight, speeding up as she exited and headed into another.

  He put a hand on her leg. His hand lay gently on her thigh, relaxed and comfortable against the white satin. It was almost as good as if he were touching her skin. Tracy looked over at Mr. Hayes and he smiled at her. There was just a hint of tension in his shoulders, but his face was serene as he gazed at her.

  "I trust you, Tracy," he whispered, his lips curving into a smile. His eyes stayed on her face, his body relaxing into the seat. Tracy grinned and sped up. She hugged a corner, pushing the little sports car to its limits in the high altitude. His hand rested gently on her lap, never squeezing or flinching despite the twists and turns. Every time she looked over at him, he simply sat looking at her with absolute trust in his eyes.

  By the time they reached the top of the mountain, Tracy knew without a doubt that Mr. Hayes trusted her implicitly. She slowed the car into the scenic overlook at the top of the mountain and turned to face him. The view was spectacular; the mountains peeked their heads out of the clouds like sleepy giants. He smiled at her, his eyes full of adoration.

  "You do trust me," she whispered, putting her hand on his.

  "Forevermore,” he promised. “I am so sorry I didn't believe you at first. I promise to always believe you from now on. No matter how strange it might sound. You deserve that."

  Tracy leaned over and kissed him softly. His lips pressed against hers, starting sweet but quickly growing stronger. Mr. Hayes reached up and pulled her in for another kiss, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She darted her tongue out to meet his, beckoning him in for more.

  "We should move to the backseat," he said with a glint in his eye. Tracy grinned back at him and quickly undid her seat belt and slid into the back seat. The leather was cool against her skin, the long satin dress sliding easily against the seat. Mr. Hayes was beside her in a moment, ready to kiss her again.

  She reached up and pulled at his bow-tie, watching it disintegrate in her fingers before undoing the top button of his shirt. He shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it carelessly on the car floor. Mr. Hayes reached with both hands and cupped Tracy’s face in his fingers, drawing her in for yet another heavenly kiss, his tongue slipping between her lips. She fumbled frantically with the buttons of his dress shirt, opening them up to her as fast as possible.

  Tracy ran her fingers along his open skin, electricity passing between them like lightning. The hard muscles of his chest and abs radiated heat, calling her to touch him. He kissed down her neck, biting her collarbone gently as he pushed a strap of the satin gown off her shoulder. She shivered with anticipation as he kissed her shoulder. Mr. Hayes chuckled softly and bit down, spiking just enough pain to cause pleasure.

  Tracy pulled at his shirt, and he sat back long enough to remove it. She bit her lip as she looked him up and down, enjoying his physique. She loved the way his muscles moved under his skin, beckoning her to touch him. He kissed her again, a short but passionate kiss, before moving to her shoulder again. She reached behind her, gently tugging on the zipper running down her back.

  The dress opened easily, and he wasted no time pulling it off her shoulders and down to her waist. He sucked his breath in appreciatively as he looked her over, moving his hand to caress the tops of her breasts. Her sweetly curved mounds moved gently up and down as she breathed, the pretty lacy bra she was wearing barely containing them. She loved the way the bra pushed her small breasts into something worth drooling over.

  Mr. Hayes licked his lips and kissed each breast, his han
ds slowly circling around to unlatch the clasps holding the captive. It only took a moment before he released the tender flesh. His hands were instantly upon her, caressing and cupping each breast like a precious jewel. He rubbed his thumbs against her nipples, turning them into tight pink buds of pleasure. Tracy moaned softly and he took one in his mouth. He ran his tongue along her skin, tasting her.

  "I want to please you," he whispered.

  "Then do it. Show me what you can do," Tracy whispered back.

  With gentle hands, Mr. Hayes worked the dress down past her hips. Tracy arched and moved her body to slither out of the beautiful dress. She let it fall to the floor as she stretched out across the back seat of the car. He touched her softly all over her legs. His fingers worked their way up to her underwear, pulling them down to her feet. She lay before him, exposed.

  He worked his tongue up her legs, all the way to her opening. She sighed as pleasure washed over her. He started to move his tongue against her clit in a new way, an undulating wave, almost as if a snake was darting its tongue in and out of its mouth. It was amazing, and she soon felt like she was rising. She felt like he was driving the car up the mountain pass, and she was along for the ride. All the twists and turns just served to excite her, and within moments, she found herself tensing up like she had made him.

  "Relax," he said. She smiled down at him, letting her muscles go slack. He kept the same rhythm and intensity, and again she was climbing the mountain pass. Just when she started to tense up again, she forced herself to relax, trusting him the same way that he trusted her. He stuck a finger inside of her, then two, continuing to lick. The two fingers curled up, touching the top of her vaginal canal. The feeling was amazing.

  "Stop, stop, it's too intense," she said, trying to push him away.

  "Trust me, this will feel fantastic," he said. She began to moan, leaning back and wrapping her hands around the handle of the door. She felt herself climbing to the peak of her orgasmic mountain, and the car wasn't about to stop. She practically screamed as she felt a rush of fluid escape her body, as her body convulsed and her pussy contracted on Mr. Hayes' fingers. She trusted him completely as she careened off the edge of the Earth. Her orgasm rocked her completely, sending her into space. She saw stars.

  Mr. Hayes was apparently turned on by all this. He wasted no time getting his pants off and positioning himself on top of her. "Yes, fuck me," she said breathlessly, coming down from her orgasm. He entered her quickly, his lust overcoming any chance of taking this slow.

  She dug her fingernails into his back as he thrust deep inside of her, his need taking over. Her fingers ran up his back to his hair, pulling him into her shoulder. He bit down as his muscular hips continued to pound into her, and she got the perfect view of his ass gyrating against her. She moaned at the sight, it was so hot.

  She lifted her legs up and wrapped them around his legs, letting him know exactly who was in control. She squeezed her legs tighter around his, increasing his penetration of her, while she writhed in ecstasy. She kept her fingers in his hair, causing every inch of their flesh to touch.

  She pushed him back, and he began thrusting again with fury. She smiled at him. "I'm going to get on top of you, now." Not a request, a demand.

  He smiled and pulled out. She got up and he sat on the seat. She was on his cock in an instant, gyrating against him. "Be perfectly still," she said.

  He smiled and lay back, and she slowly gyrated against him, moving her hips to maximize her pleasure. Her hand went to her clit, and she began to rub herself as she bounced a little faster. He moved his hands to grab her hips and she pushed them away. "Let me do it," she commanded.

  His eyes closed as he let her do all the work. She worked her hips against him, as quickly as she could, her own hand playing with her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. "I want you to come. Will you come for me?" she asked.

  He shook his head quickly, biting his lip. She continued to rock against him, using every bit of her energy to milk him. "Come. Come for me. I want your come," she said, encouraging him. "I'm in control, and I want you to come."

  At that last phrase, he seemed to surrender to her, and within a dozen more strokes, she saw his head lean back a little more, and all his muscles tensed up. His knees hit her in the ass, but she kept gyrating on him. She was rewarded with a warm, wet splash within her. He opened his mouth and uttered a soundless cry, almost as if his voice had cracked. She knew she was causing him so much pleasure, and she didn't want it to end for him. She quickly removed herself from his dick, and moved her mouth down to continue.

  "Oh my god, Tracy. I love you," he said as she sucked on his cock. She smiled on the inside. She knew that he meant it. She knew that she had him and it made her heart ache with joy.

  When he began to get soft in her mouth, she stopped. She squeezed next to him on the car seat, and put her head on his shoulder. Time seemed to slow and she wished this moment never had to end. He loved her.

  "Do you trust me?" she asked one last time.

  Out of breath, gasping for air, he answered a quick "Yes."

  She snuggled into him, feeling his warmth touch her on the outside as it just recently had on her inside. "Then you have pleased me."

  They looked into each other's eyes, and Tracy felt the link between them. She knew that she would be dreaming his dreams that night, and smiled even as the pain built behind her eyes. As the blinding light subsided, Mr. Hayes looked at her, concern filling his features.

  She simply smiled and said the words she knew he wanted to hear most. “I am pleased.”

  Intermission Two

  Two months later...

  “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Tracy asked, fiddling with the diamond necklace around her throat. Mr. Hayes had given it to her on a whim, just as a simple gift, but the that it cost more than her first car still made her anxious when she wore it. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

  He would just get her another if she lost it, but the idea of casually wearing the worth of a car around her neck took some getting used to. Being a billionaire's girlfriend wasn't always easy. Worth it, but not necessarily easy.

  “Tracy, John Tice has been my mentor for years,” Mr. Hayes assured her, casually pulling up to the valet. “Nothing is going to happen. Besides, it's just drinks.”

  Tracy bit her lip. Two months. Two months since Jenna had tried to poison Mr. Hayes. Two months since the young woman then mysteriously vanished off the face of the earth. Mr. Hayes received weekly reports on her whereabouts, but even those remained suspiciously vague. The whole situation with Tice family made Tracy uncomfortable.

  The valet opened the door of the fancy sports car for her and she carefully got out. She was wearing a closely cut blue dress that showed off all her assets. It was one of Mr. Hayes' favorites and she was glad she was wearing it. She needed all the confidence she could get, meeting with John Tice.

  “Everything is going to be fine,” Mr. Hayes promised her, tossing the keys to the valet and taking her hand. “He's not the one who tried to kill me remember?”

  She glared at him and he winked. She knew the cavalier attitude was simply a cover, but that didn't mean she had to like it.

  “Besides, when we're done, all of your things will be moved to my place,” Mr. Hayes whispered in her ear as they approached a heavy wooden door. “I can't wait for you to be with me every night.”

  Tracy couldn't help the warmth that seeped through her at the thought of being with him always. The relationship was moving quickly, but it didn't frighten her. She was excited to be moving into Mr. Hayes' mansion.

  The heavy wooden door opened to reveal a masculine lounge. Heavy wood and velvet furniture filled the space, and the lights were low and dim. A jazz quartet played softly in the corner. It smelled of money and success.

  Mr. Hayes walked confidently in and toward the back of the lounge. Tracy followed, doing her best not to look nervous. She hadn't seen John Tice since the charity ball a
nd she wasn't exactly sure what was going to happen.

  “Paul,” Mr Tice greeted him, standing up from his table in the back. “And of course, Tracy.”

  Tracy smiled politely, noticing that Mr. Tice didn't offer her a handshake. He was an older man with a lean frame. His graying hair was parted smartly on the side and combed over his head in an attempt to make it look fuller, but the only thing it accomplished was to accent his age.

  Tracy shifted her weight uncomfortably under his gaze. Something about his pale blue eyes made her uneasy. It didn't help that when she looked at him, he met her eyes. The blinding white flash that told her there was a link hit her like a freight train. She stumbled more than sat in her chair.

  “It's a pleasure to see you, John,” Mr. Hayes replied, taking the seat next to the older man. “I'm so glad that we've been able to move past our most recent unpleasantness.”

  The older man scowled but attempted to transform it into a smile. As much as Mr. Hayes was over the incident with Jenna, John Tice most certainly was not. Tracy sat on the edge of her plush seat and picked up a menu. She needed a drink to get through this. Her head was starting to ache from the sudden connection. She'd never had one hurt like this before, but then, she was still fairly new to her powers.

  “I'm glad you agreed to meet me,” John said. “I wanted to discuss the situation with my daughter.”

  Mr. Hayes eyes darkened. Maybe he wasn't as over it as he seemed.

  “What exactly do you mean?” Mr. Hayes asked.

  “I'd like your men off her security detail,” John replied. “You have my word that she'll never bother you again.”

  “I can't do that,” Mr. Hayes answered, crossing his arms. “The deal was and still is non-negotiable.”

  John's cheeks flushed. “You have no right to keep tabs on her after what you did.”

  “After what I did?” Mr. Hayes' voice grew louder before he could contain himself. He glanced around the room, making sure no one was looking at them. “I'm not the one who attempted to murder someone.”