ROMANCE: MC BIKER ROMANCE: Hooked (MC Biker Pregnancy Romance)(Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance) (Contemporary Military Romantic Suspense Thriller)

by Carly White

  “You look good Tilly. I have wanted to see you for a long time.”

  “I waited.”

  “Why didn’t you just tell me that?”

  “Just shut up and let me kiss you. I want to see if it is as good as I remember it being.”

  He bent down and captured her lips. It was so soft that it was almost not even there. She moaned as her mouth pushed against him harder. After all of that time, it was not the time for gentle. Tilly wanted to remember why she had waited and the feelings crashed back, her body ablaze with the one single kiss. She didn’t understand why she was so drawn to him or why it felt like heaven when they touched, all she knew was that it did. And that she never wanted to be without that feeling again.

  When he pulled away, she pulled him down again. They had not even left the runway and she was almost gagging with need for him. It had been a long wait and she didn’t want to wait another second. Her tongue pushed into his mouth and his hard body slid in behind her on the couch. His hands took her new kiss as an invitation to touch her as before.

  There was no more restraint in his movement, his hands roughly pulling on Tilly’s buttoned shirt, the small buttons flying off with a ripping sound. She gasped as his hand jerked her bra down, the large mounds falling forward into his large palm. He felt like a furnace behind her, his hips pressing against her in such a way to make her breathing come faster.

  Their lips moved away and Thomas moved to her neck, his other hand pushing through the top of her skirt. She thought he was going to touch her then, but instead he started to pull the skirt up, baring all of her. He wanted it off and couldn’t figure out the way. More ripping sounds as he just pulled it from the slit upwards. All that was left attached was the waistband that was not going to do as he pleased.

  He was moving fast and when she felt his hands go behind her and between their bodies, she sat up a little to look down at herself. One hand snaked around to play with a hard nipple, while the other unleashed his thickness that lay nestled in between the thick thighs. He grabbed up her leg and pulled it up, holding it with one arm, while his other hand positioned himself at her weeping core. He didn’t need to touch her to know she was wet for the taking.

  “Thomas.”

  Her hand went to his chest, pushing back. She wanted to see his length and wiggled against him as he pushed forward slowly. Their lips met as he sunk inch after inch inside of her. He was almost in when she dragged her mouth away from his, a low groan piercing the small aircraft. It was more than her tight insides could handle. It had just been so long since she had been with anyone, paired with the large girth of Thomas and her eyes closed with an overwhelmingly pleasurable stretching feeling. He stopped fully seated inside of her. “I thought I would never see you again Tilly. God you are made for me.”

  He pulled out slowly, his hand holding her leg high and open so they could watch him move in and out ever so slowly. Each push in enveloped her senses and she was soon whimpering against him. The hand that was rubbing and twisting on her nipples, moved to her core and played against her engorged clit. The touch was electrifying and she cried out, begging to come. “Please Thomas. Faster.”

  His thickness, as well as his fingers moved faster against her wetness. She squeezed him and as the first wave of pleasure ran over her, he moved to cover her groans with his own lips. His shaft felt her wetness swirling around his girth and he had to grit his teeth so that it would not end too soon. She was more than he had imagined and when she started to protest his rubbing, he rolled her over onto her stomach, his cock still pressed deep inside of her. Pushing her face down into the cushion, her ass rose to take each hard slam from behind.

  Any shred of his control was gone and he pummeled her from behind until he felt her come again, even though her face was buried so he couldn’t hear the sweet sound of his name on her lips. Instead he felt the suffocation of her folds as they collapsed around his length with aftershocks and the beginnings of another mind-shattering blissful release. Hs fingers played where he entered her, moving slightly higher to press on her tight rosebud. Her head came up and she squealed as she was then coming again.

  “Thomas, please come with me. I want to feel your heat inside of me now!”

  He couldn’t have held back if he had wanted to. The tiny slice of heaven that he found himself in was becoming painfully tight and then he too was overtaken with pleasure. Her head moved back down to the bed as he filled her deep, his hot seed pushing against her womb.

  When he was finally able to pull out of her heat, his growl was low and he pulled her up against him. She moved away, facing him from the other side of the couch.

  “Wow Tom. That was, wow. It may have been worth all the wait.”

  “May?”

  She giggled and started to get up. “I suppose I could repay you in some way…” Her eyes took in his sticky cock that was still hard and throbbing in front of her.

  “You have made me a better man Tilly and for that I can never repay you.”

  “Well if you insist. I can think of a way Thomas.”

  Lying back on the arm of the couch, she spread her thighs open wide and her eyes pulled him in to do her bidding. With a smile on his rugged face, he looked his age, finally carefree as he enjoyed the offering that had been on his mind since he had met her.

  The Playmaker

  A Bad Boy Football Sports Romance

  By: Carly White

  Chapter 1

  Curt

  I watched her walk across the field, laughing and tossing her black hair back. It was the second time I had seen her that week, before that never. I thought I knew every girl at school, but she was something all-together different. She was wearing a uniform from the local all-girl college on the other side of town. Those uniforms were made to drive men wild and it was doing a very good job of it. When I looked around, I was not the only one admiring the view.

  Last time, the woman had just stayed for a minute, watching us play, but this time her and two of her friends were headed to the coach. I had a moment of jealousy, wondering if he was some kind of sugar daddy. She was too young and too hot to be with a man like Steve LaBelle. When I saw her give him a hug and a peck on the cheek, it was almost confirmed.

  “I don’t know why you always look at things you can’t have Curt. She is off-limits and out of your league.”

  “No one is out of my league.”

  “She is.”

  “Who is she?” I had to know where she came from and who she was. Why had I not seen her at any of the clubs or bars in town?

  “That’s the coach’s youngest daughter.”

  I looked over at Nick surprised. “What do you mean?”

  He laughed and slapped me on the back before walking off. “I told you she was off limits.”

  I heard his voice, but didn’t look back over, too wrapped up in the woman in front of me. My jealousy was gone, but Nick was right. There was no way that I could ever be anything to her. I was the star quarterback and though my time in school was ending and I was on my way to the NFL, the coach was like a second father to me. I had been playing for him for almost four years and I knew how protective he was of his daughters. It now made sense why no one ever seen them at games. They were too pretty and they would have been a target for guys like me.

  I didn’t want to think that I couldn’t have her, already taking her several times in my fantasies. There was nothing wrong with thinking of it, though even that made me feel a slight twinge of guilt. If her legs weren’t so long, chest so bouncy, I may have been able to ignore her, but I couldn’t. Women like her were made to be looked at, I was sure of it.

  Getting back to practice, I got sacked twice when my attention was taken away from the game and to the sidelines. The two girls that were with her had went to sit in the nearby stands, while the father and daughter seemed to argue about something. I wondered how old she was. If she was in college, she was old enough, but she didn’t look much older than that. I tried to remem
ber Steve talking about how old they were, he had three of them, but I couldn’t remember.

  She was getting more upset and I could hear her tone rising, but not the words that she was saying. It was clear she wanted something and her father wasn’t so enthused about it. I wanted to get closer and hear what it was about, but I knew better.

  Out of nowhere, the ball hit me in the chest and I grabbed it out of reflex. Seconds later I was being tackled by two of my teammates. When I cursed them, I was told to pay attention. I nodded, letting them know that I was in the wrong, but I looked back to what was distracting me. The pair was gone and I felt a sinking in my stomach for a moment. What was it that the woman had over me? I have never even spoken a word to her, yet I was already enduring physical discomfort in her pursuit.

  I tried to ignore the sidelines and the door going into the building as much as I could. I did a good enough job that I didn’t get plowed over again, but there was still the constant cast of my eyes in that direction. I was saddened when I didn’t see her again. Looking around, it was Nick that ran into me, laughing at me really. “You are going to get yourself killed by the coach or on the field. Pay attention.”

  I nodded and mumbled something that even I didn’t understand. “Are you going to tell me that you didn’t find her hot? In that school girl outfit, it did nothing for you?”

  “Well hell yeah, but like the two with her, they are all off limits. Beyond the fact that they are from Carvor Prep and won’t look at you anyways, she is the coach’s daughter. Don’t screw up your chances at pro because you want to look under her skirt.”

  I knew he was right, of course I did. How could I not? But that didn’t change the fact that it was all I wanted to do and the more I thought about it, the more I didn’t care who her daddy was. I looked back one last time as we were lining up. Lana was coming out of the office with her father in tow and it looked like she had gotten her way. The coach was frowning and she was smiling. I couldn’t help but smile with her and then I heard Nick in front of me and decided that I didn’t want to cause any attention to me.

  The coach moved to the team and yelled for a few minutes. We had a game the next day and there was the where and when to meet. I was riding in with Nick instead of taking the bus. Coach Steve frowned upon it, but like most everything else in my life, football made it a little easier. He could buckle down and make me take the bus, but he wanted to keep his quarterback happy. Like most older men that played the sport at one point, he spent the rest of his life living the thrill through others. Coaching gave him that thrill and he was more worried about winning then the players were.

  I walked up to him after practice, my eyes scanning behind and beside him but the raven-haired beauty was gone.

  “What do you want Curt?”

  “I was wondering if you had any tips for Lakeview. Last time we played them it didn’t end so well and there is supposed to be recruits in the stands tonight.”

  “I thought you already got an offer.”

  I nodded, “Several, but I am hoping that Nick does as well.”

  Steve sized me up. He knew that I was not telling the truth. It would have helped if I could keep my eyes from looking for her, but I was unable. “You know that Nick isn’t going to get one Curt. Sometimes you have to leave behind some of your life. He is going to be one of them that you have to let go. We have talked about it before.”

  His tone had taken on more of the fatherly quality and I knew that he didn’t see through me. He thought I was worried about Nick, which I was. Nick was mediocre and while I was going on to the big times, he was going to have to actually use his degree to get some kind of job, always wishing that he could still be playing. I felt the same honor that I would be able to go on and do what I love for a few more years. Playing into that, I used his tender heart to get an invitation to dinner.

  It didn’t happen often and I was surprised. I was more interested in who else in his family was going to be there, but I didn’t ask. I knew when not to push it and that was one of those moments.

  “Thanks Sir. I will be there at five. I still remember the cake your wife brought in for championship.”

  “Lavie is a good cook, part of the reason I married her.”

  The other reason was she was fine as hell. There was no secret where the daughters got their looks and it wasn’t from the blonde hulk of a man in front of me. I told him I would see him later and walked away with a little more hope for meeting Lana I person. I was tired of seeing her from afar. I knew that if I just met her, maybe the strange pull I had to her would go away. I would realize that she wasn’t as great up-close and that would be the end of the obsession I felt for her.

  This is what I told myself anyways.

  Chapter 2

  Lana

  “I hate when you have your sports buddies over Dad. All we are going to talk about is sports for the next hour.”

  “It won’t be so bad. It is all I talk about anyways. If you want to go to the party tonight, then you have to be nice and respectful for our guest.”

  “Why him? You never bring home any of the players before.”

  “This one is special. Just be nice Lana. That is all I am asking.”

  I nodded that I would, though I would have much rather been anywhere else but there. M older sister was staying there while she was in town and the two of us never really got along. I didn’t like or trust my older sister and even though I hadn’t seen her in a year, I could have went longer. “First Jessa and now some jock from work. You are just trying to ruin my day.”

  I knew that I was complaining too much, but it was too much. Jessa was already upstairs and I knew that she was going to be the same Jessa that I knew and rightly couldn’t stand. The fake smile when she had walked in didn’t fool anyone but father.

  “Don’t be so dramatic Lana. Sometimes you are a little too much like your mother.”

  Lavia nudged him as she set dishes on the table for me. She had heard it all. “You told me that you hoped we would have daughters just like me once.”

  “That was before we had three. They got more and more stubborn as time went on too.”

  As I saw them together, it was what every girl wanted. My parents had that lasting love and even after 25 years, they were still in love as they had been in the beginning. Their children however, were not so lucky in love. I wasn’t really looking to be honest, but my sister Jessa had been for a long time and she was still single in her mid-twenties. We all felt the pressure with the long looks to start a family and have grandkids. I walked away from their arguing, knowing it was going to somehow lead to them making out.

  I heard the knock at the door and started towards it. When I opened it, I just stood there for a moment before I moved aside to let him in. I imagined that this was Curt and he definitely had the beefy jock look going on. His blonde hair was short, skin tanned and he towered over me in front of the door. I was still standing there with the door open.

  He was just looking back at me, his brown eyes calling to me in such a way. “Curt, right?”

  “Yes and you must be Lana.”

  “Must be.”

  It was strange how he said it and as he moved closer, I wondered for a moment what he was doing. He closed the door, leaning in and pushing it from my hand. Curt was just too close suddenly and I took a step back to find my back against the now closed door. My reaction seemed to surprise him as much as it did me. “Sorry, I just didn’t want you to be cold.”

  “Thanks. Welcome Curt. You can leave your jacket there.”

  I walked back through the foyer and into the large dining room. Everyone was starting to get settled and I saw the look that Jessa was giving him. When she looked over at father and nodded, something between them past and I wondered if this was a set up for her. It would make sense as Curt was older, but there was something in me that wanted him for myself.

  While having to go to an all-girls school could be a drag, there was nothing worse than the lack of boy
friends. I had a few outside of college, but I was pretty sure of the reason that my parents had agreed to pay my tuition if I went. Jessa had smeared the family name with her antics when she went to college for the first time. She never did actually graduate though. Instead she would drop out and start another course. She was finding herself and I didn’t want her to try that with Curt.

  “So dad tells me that you are looking at several offers in the NFL after you graduate. Have you decided on a team yet?”

  I looked over at Jessa and the grin on her face. She was going for it and while I resented the fact that she was, I couldn’t help but wish that I had her kind of courage. I could barely speak when he was around me and she was having no trouble at all. It was the difference between me and most girls.

  I waited for the answer as did everyone else in the room. He was noncommittal, but said he was leaning towards our own state’s team. I liked the idea of him staying around, but when the subject got into money and deals, I grew bored. I could have cared less how much he would get on his first contract, but people like my sister were very interested, sizing up the mark. I didn’t know if I should feel bad for him yet. It was unclear if he would take the bait.

  As the evening progressed, it became clear that I was to be sent away so that they could have time together. My father and mother were up to their old matchmaking antics, Jessa on the receiving end of it. I had to admit that I wished they had tried to set me up with Curt instead.

  So I went off to sit on the porch with a drink I had snuck from the kitchen. It was a clear night and if I couldn’t have the man I wanted, at least there was a good view and liquor. The house was quiet, as well as the neighborhood. It was times like this that I missed the old family house. I was only there some weekends because I had room and board at college. The drive wasn’t too bad, but I had wanted to live more independently instead of commuting. It was days and nights like this though, that made me wish i had made a different decision.