Over the Line: A Second Chance Sports Romance

by Celia Ryan

  He pushed open my thighs and pulled my body close to his. He was so close to being inside me, and I wanted him there. I could feel his hard cock as I rolled my hips. His lips moved down to my neck, and I leaned my head back, loving the way that they felt on my skin. He trailed his kisses down my neck to my collarbone. I let out a slight moan and rolled my hips on his again. His lips moved down to my breasts and he captured my hard nipple in his mouth. Sparks of energy coursed through my body. His tongue flicked back and forth as his thumb and forefinger gently tugged on my other nipple.

  “God, I love it when you do that.”

  Luka looked up and smiled at me and gave me a quick kiss on the lips before he returned his mouth to where it was. I couldn’t get enough of Luka’s touch. Every move of his mouth sent pulses through my body, and I couldn’t wait until he was pumping himself inside me. I tightened my legs around his waist and pressed him against my core. He stopped teasing me with his tongue and looked up at me.

  “You’re already so wet. How badly do you want me inside you?”

  “Oh God, so badly, Luka.”

  He grabbed himself and quickly thrust in. I let out a loud moan.

  “Oh God, just like that!”

  Luka started to pump his hips back and forth as I tightened my legs around his waist. I held on to his strong shoulders as I let my back lean backwards and slightly touch the mirror behind me.

  “Grab hold of me tighter,” he commanded. I tightened my legs and arms around him and he easily picked me up off the counter and turned around so that my back was hitting the opposite wall. Still holding my hips, he continued to thrust himself inside me. Most of the steam in the bathroom had cleared, and I was able to watch him over his shoulder through the mirror. It was so hot to see how easily he was able to hold me up against the wall and move his hips. I felt the pressure inside my core start to build as I closed my eyes and let Luka consume all of my senses.

  Luka grabbed onto my legs and wrapped them around his waist tighter as he pulled my back off the wall and lay me down on the plush bathmat. Once on the ground, I spread my legs wider and pushed my hips up to meet his, making him go deeper. He held himself up on his hands just to the side, underneath my shoulders, and started to pump his hips faster. I arched my back up and let his thrusts move my entire body. He was controlling me and I loved every second of it.

  My body started to shake as I reached my boiling point. I reached my arms up underneath his and grabbed on to his shoulders, slightly digging my nails into him. He leaned his head back and moved his hips faster, rocking my whole body back and forth. Using one of his hands, he removed my hands from his shoulders and pinned them above my head.

  “Oh God, don’t stop, Luka!” My whole body began to shake and I let out loud moans. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rolled my hips as I fell into my orgasm. Once I was finished, Luka stood up, grabbed my arms, and pulled me up. His lips crashed back into mine and he bit down on my lip, making me gasp. He then quickly turned me around so I was facing the mirror again, and he placed my hands on the counter. He then grabbed my hips and guided me down on top of him. I let out a slight breath as he entered me, loving how he felt. He filled me completely and the feeling was intoxicating.

  Luka pulled my hips back and forth as I used the counter for leverage. I arched my back and stood slightly on my tip toes to feel more of him.

  “Touch yourself,” he commanded. I licked my fingers and moved them down to my clit as he pushed himself into me. I moved my fingers in a slow circle as he slowly pulled my hips toward his. The grip of his hands on my hips grew tighter as he started to pull my hips back faster. I felt the pressure in my core build as I moved my fingers in a circle, moving in time with his hips. Luka reached his hands up and grabbed both of my hard nipples with his thumb and forefinger and gave them a gentle tug. The combination of the slight pain and pleasure caused my body to shake as I moved my fingers.

  “Fuck me harder, Luka!” I cried out.

  His hips pounded into me as he pushed me toward the edge. His fingers tugged on my nipples harder.

  “Oh! Yes!”

  The pressure inside me bubbled over as I heard Luka moan. I felt his sweet release as I moaned with him. When we were finished, he turned me around to face him as he wrapped his arms around me.

  “I love you, Vienna.”

  “I love you too, Luka.”

  Luka Gioti had my heart, and he was never allowed to let it go.

  Epilogue

  Vienna

  Six months later, I was standing in the Catholic Church in a dress that accentuated my growing belly. We were attending Sunday mass as we had every Sunday since my kidnapping. There had not been a single sign of the Agnelli’s since. Luka’s father had received an official apology from their family, saying that Roberto and Armani were out of line. They had never given them directions to take Luka out. And they did not want to start a war between the families. Especially now that they were going to be joined permanently. I was due in only two months.

  Luka had seemed so much more relaxed since then. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted off of him. After seeing how he handled the situation, his father had been giving him more responsibility at the strip club, allowing him to bring in higher end clients, which was what Luka had planned on doing with the company all along. I could tell it had given him a sense of purpose. We now spent every day together, planning out our lives. We were looking into places to buy a house and get married. We were talking about baby names, of both sexes because we had chosen not to find out. His mother had welcomed me back into the Gioti clan with open arms. She could not have been happier with his choice to be with me. It was like the past had been forgotten, but as we closed in on the yearly anniversary of my mother's death, some tension still hung in the air.

  “Are you going to light a candle for her?”

  I was kneeling next to Luka and considering the exact thing myself. I had never done it before. Now seemed like as good a time as any. I was back with the people that she loved most. The people that had taken her in as their own. She didn't just leave the Agnelli family because of my father, as much as Roberto wanted to believe that. She had left for a better life. And after living with Roberto for the past few years, I realized that my mother went from one abuser to another. Although I was sure my uncle never hit her, he was mentally and verbally abusive. He had contrived this image of Luka and his family in my mind and made them seem like they were the devil. The truth was, they weren’t the horrible people that he made them seem to be. The Giotis had taken my mother in when she didn't have anyone else, and treated her like family. Roberto’s mindset of what had really happened was completely off. And he used that idea to poison my thoughts. But as Luka helped me stand from my spot and walk up to the front of the cathedral to light a candle for my mother, I looked back and saw my real family.

  I was a Gioti through and through.

  Luka had made me that way.

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  Playing dirty might not be playing by the rules. But I say f*ck the rules.

  Wes Blakefield has it all. A winning record. A killer arm. And a smile that will get any woman in his bed. But everything changes when an injury leaves the Wranglers’ quarterback sidelined.

  Lennon Ashworth is trying to rebuild her life in San Antonio. Focused on her career in medicine she has no idea what the fuss is about when a hot green-eyed athlete ends up in her operating room. Wes is used to getting what he wants and when he meets the woman who repaired his hand, he decides he’s not letting her get away. The only problem is Lennon fights her attraction for the country’s hottest playboy. Tension grows. The fire heats up. And lines are crossed when Wes is determined Lennon is his ultima
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  Chapter 1

  Wes

  I was a god. And not just any god. I had an arm that could throw a lightning bolt a hundred yards, with two seconds left on the game clock, and score. They should have called me Zeus. I could run faster than any damn lineman trying to knock the shit out of me. I could read the defense faster than the whistle blew. I could call plays and execute before the defense could say their own names. I was a fucking god out on that field, and everyone knew it. The coaches. My teammates. The fans.

  Hell, I had known it since I joined the pee-wee league when I was six. That’s what kids do in Texas. Kids that have dads who want them to be competitive assholes before they can read. And that was me. Born to play football. Born to dominate. Born to win. Molded and coached into the best fucking quarterback to walk the planet.

  And I did win. I won state playoffs in high school, I won our conference title in college, and I was on our way to taking our team to the Super Bowl. Nothing stopped Wes Blakefield. Nothing.

  I could fuck any woman I wanted. I could gamble. I could party after a game. All of it. Because I won. The American Football Association wasn’t going to stop me. And neither was my team. I brought them millions. As long as I won, they would look the other way.

  They didn’t give a shit about the women or the bets. As long as I put a W in the column every Sunday, they stayed off my back. I was a walking cash machine for those bastards.

  Until everything came crashing down.

  2 months earlier

  “Blakefield, you want me to pick you up tonight?”

  “Like a damn date? No thanks. I’ve got a driver.” I slapped my wide receiver on the back with my towel.

  Practice had been light today. We ran some drills and I worked out a new route with the receivers. I stood in front of my locker, shoving my clothes in my bag, and picked up a water bottle.

  “I guess you’re not planning on going home alone?” Stubbs grinned.

  “Do I ever?”

  The locker room was almost clear. Most guys had showered and were headed to the Dean. It was a tradition among the Wranglers that the rookies threw a party as a gift to their teammates. We didn’t like to call it an initiation, but we all knew there was hell to pay on the practice field if the party sucked. The name stuck after the first rookie, Larry Dean, threw one hell of a party. I didn’t know what was in store for the night, but I was hoping it involved a pair of big tits and a tight ass. The guys knew my type, and I expected them to deliver.

  “See you there.” Stubbs waved as he exited the locker room.

  I threw my bag over my shoulder and headed out after him. I didn’t expect to run into Coach in the corridor.

  “Wes.”

  “Hey, Coach.”

  Coach Howell was in his mid fifties, but the poor bastard looked like he was pushing seventy. That’s what coaching in the AFA did to a man. It shaved years off his life.

  “I heard tonight’s the Dean.”

  I nodded.

  “I need you to keep the boys in check. Keep things light.” There were dark circles under his eyes.

  “Light?” No one on the coaching staff attended the Dean, and they never would, but it didn’t mean they didn’t know what went on there. Players talked. And God help the man whose wife or girlfriend found out about it.

  “You’re the team captain. I need you to show some leadership. Restraint. Moderation.” He eyed me like a father telling his son taking a girl to first base was okay, but rounding second was out of the question on a first date.

  “You’ve got nothing to worry about, Coach. I’ll keep an eye on the team. I’ll probably have a beer and leave. These things don’t last long anyway.”

  “We don’t need bad press, Wes. We’re on the verge of the playoffs, and this party couldn’t be more ill-timed. If one of my players ends up in the headlines, it jeopardizes everything we’ve worked for all season. You get that?”

  I could appease the man, or I could tell him to fuck off and stop worrying like a damn grandma.

  “Got it, Coach. The boys will behave. Don’t worry.”

  He smiled grimly. “All right. You know the AFA rules. You know what’s at stake. They’re looking for anything that could be a potential problem. They don’t want their playoff teams crippled with scandal. It’s bad business, Wes.”

  I gripped my bag, trying to inch closer to my car. “Anything else, Coach?” I couldn’t give a fuck what the AFA cared about. I won games. I collected my paycheck. That was the extent of my relationship with the American Football Association.

  He shook his head. “Nah. Have a good time.” He pulled his visor snugly across his forehead and walked toward the staff offices.

  I snarled as he vanished around the corner. I wasn’t a damn babysitter, and I wasn’t about to tell a bunch of grown men what they could and couldn’t do at a party. This was our present from the rookies, and if it involved women, booze, and some competitive poker, I wasn’t going to stop it. I deserved it. I had thrown the party my rookie year, and now it was time to reap the rewards.

  I started my Porsche, revving the engine a few times before peeling out of the parking lot.

  This rookie squad had spared no expense. They had rented the penthouse of the Grand Rio, overlooking the Riverwalk. I barged through the doors, smiling at my teammates.

  “Wes!” Stubbs jumped over the couch with a beer in his hand.

  I cracked the lid and took a sip. “These fuckers did a pretty good job.” I observed the girls in lingerie handing out drinks.

  “They’ve got a special surprise for you.” He waggled his eyebrows. “But I can’t say what.”

  “Really?” I finished off the beer.

  One of my linemen walked over. “Dude, this is epic.” There was a brunette wearing a sheer bra and panties wrapped around him.

  “I can see that.” I eyed her tits, which were basically exposed. She batted her eyelashes at me.

  “So where’s my gift?” If Bruno had this girl, I could only imagine what they had lined up for me.

  Sam Hickson strolled over. He was by far the best tight end I had ever played with. And he had become the unnamed spokesman for this year’s rookie class. I liked the guy. He was solid on the field and didn’t let his personal shit interfere with the game.

  He tossed me my second beer. “We’ve got a space waiting for you.”

  My eyebrows rose. “You do?”

  “Come on, man.” He led me through the girls and the impromptu dance floor that had just started.

  Sam opened the French doors to the balcony, and I grinned when I saw what he had in store.

  “You like it?” he asked.

  I walked toward the table and sat in one of the velvet chairs. “What’s the buy in?”

  “We thought fifty K would be a good start.”

  I felt the surge of adrenaline shoot through me. I felt the chips roll through my fingers before I stacked them back in place.

  “Who’s playing?” I asked.

  “Me and a few of the other guys.” Sam sat next to me. Soon the table was full.

  One of the guys, I didn’t even know his name, pulled out a box of Cubans and placed them on the table.”

  “Nice.” I smiled, lighting one.

  The doors opened, and a waitress appeared with a bottle of scotch and five glasses. She leaned in front of me, wafting her perfume in front of my nose, along with a good look at her nipples. She smiled at me while she poured my drink. I slapped her on the ass as she turned back for the suite.

  I looked around the table. “You bastards have managed to not fuck up the DEAN. Good job.” I took a puff of the cigar and looked at the cards in my hand.

  Sam tried to put on a poker face before we started. “And the night’s not even over.”

  I laughed. “Yeah, it b
etter not be.”

  I loved poker. I loved money. I loved expensive scotch and cigars. But I also loved to fuck, and this night wasn’t going to end without me taking one of these girls to the master suite. I leaned back in my chair like a king. Yeah, this was turning out to be one hell of a night.

  I didn’t check the time, but after I raked in another fifty thousand, I was ready for the second half of my gift. The girl who kept bringing me drinks eyed me like a lollipop she was ready to suck each time she came to the table.

  “Well, fellas, you think you’re ready to call it?” I looked at the group.

  They nodded. “Yeah, I don’t get a bonus until we win the next game so I’m out.”

  “All right.” I pushed back from the table.

  Sam stood up. “Why don’t you head to the master suite?”

  I kicked back the scotch, and twisted the end of my cigar in the dish. “See you boys later.”

  They laughed as I left the poker table. “Enjoy,” they called behind me.

  I let myself into the suite, closing the door behind me.

  Out of nowhere walked a redhead wearing a nurse’s uniform. I chuckled.

  “I’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered, flattening her hands against my chest. She bit on her lower lip, dragging it slowly under her teeth.

  “Is that so?” I looked down into her brown eyes, wide with lust. This girl was getting paid. I knew that, but she was also ready and willing to do anything I wanted. I could see it.

  She nodded. “I want to take care of you. Any way you want.” Her eyes lit up wickedly.