The Billionaire Bull

by Romi Hart

  I watched as the elevator doors started to close and he gave me a little wave. I gave him one back and felt as if those doors were closing on us. What we had or could’ve had.

  Was Jett truly done with me? Had he already moved on? Gloom rippled through me. My hope was that Jett would tell me he wanted to give us a chance again, but he said nothing, just that he missed me.

  I wished he would have said more. Or maybe that’s all he had to say to me. That thought crippled me. Maybe my chance to be with Jett was really over.

  Jett

  I headed back to Investments class after leaving Laney in front of Dean Lyons’s office. There was so much I wanted to say to her. Not just that I missed her, but that I was dying without her in my life. It was one of the hardest things I ever had to do, but I had to walk away if Laney and I were ever going to have a real chance together.

  I understood that the things the other girls said about me caused Laney not to trust me, but likewise, the way Laney waffled about her feelings about me and whether she wanted to be with me or not, made me distrustful that she actually cared for me. Not to mention, she went out on dates with both Troy and me within the same week. I often wondered if Laney was really into me, wouldn't she have said no to Troy from the very beginning? Instead, she gave us both a chance to woo her.

  Chasing after her, like I had been, wasn’t the answer. If we were going to be together, really together, Laney needed to come to me and tell me. Laney was headstrong and afraid to give in to her feelings for me. But, if she didn’t give in to them, what kind of relationship would we have? I’d live in constant anxiety that she’d leave as soon as her fear got the best of her again.

  The only way we were going to work is if she admitted to herself that she wanted to be with me just as much as I wanted to be with her. She was going to have to face her fears. I wondered how long that would take, and if she would ever come to that self-discovery. Maybe she wouldn’t. If she didn’t, I’d have to accept that it wasn’t meant to be.

  I walked back into Investments class as there were still a few more minutes of class. I’d explain to Professor Warner afterward why I’d been absent. I’m sure Troy would do the same. I saw him sitting at his desk, looking much more comfortable than when we were in there earlier.

  The class was in a discussion on the assigned reading, ‘A Random Walk Down Wall Street,’ by Burton Malkiel. My mind wandered from stock prices to my own heart. A chartist sought to predict future movements by looking for past patterns and working on the assumption that history tended to repeat itself.

  My history with women would have never predicted I would have fallen for Laney so hard. If Laney adhered to the tenet that history repeated itself, I understood why she backed away from me.

  Perhaps, my poor treatment of all those girls wasn’t a trend of my overall character. If any of those girls had made me feel the way Laney did, I would have changed my ways. But none of them did, so I never changed.

  There was no way I could explain this to Laney without her trusting me just a little bit. I’d been horrible to those women. There was no excuse for that, but Laney made me want to change. Laney had to believe that. There was nothing else I could do to convince her. She would just have to take a leap of faith, like many have done with stocks and investments, and trust me.

  I used football practice that afternoon to get my mind off of Laney for a while. I loved football for that. Anything that was going on in my mind, I could work that anxiety down with a good workout. When practice was over, I headed home. I didn’t even bother checking my phone. I knew Laney wasn’t going to call anytime soon. Maybe never.

  Sweaty and exhausted, I walked out of the elevator on my apartment’s floor, shocked to find Laney sitting outside my door.

  She stood up. “I hope you don’t mind. Your door guy let me in.”

  Without knowing exactly why she was there, I refused to allow myself to get too excited and jump to the conclusion I wanted. I shook my head. “No. That’s fine. What are you doing here?”

  She stepped closer to me, looking up into my eyes. “Do you still want me to be your girl?”

  My heart leapt as I nodded. “I do.”

  “I want that too.” She reached up to me, so I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. She wrapped her arms around my neck bringing me closer to her.

  I pulled back, embarrassed. “I haven’t showered. I just got back from practice.” The last thing I wanted was this moment to be destroyed by my sweat.

  She smiled, pulling me back down to her lips. “I don’t mind. I like it.”

  We kissed each other with more passion. It had felt like forever since I’d kissed Laney. I ran my hands through her hair, pulling her hair tie out. Her hair fell down into beautiful cascading golden waves.

  I just looked at her for the longest time after I pulled back from that kiss. Was she really there? Was she really agreeing to be exclusive with me? We had things to talk about. I had to make sure everything was straight. She was the only girl with the power to rip my heart out. She needed to understand that. “Do you want to come in?”

  With a nod from her, I took her hand in mine. I didn’t want to pressure her into anything. I was perfectly happy to take our relationship slow. I asked again to be sure, “Do you want to come in and…”

  She pulled me down again to her lips, shutting me up. Then her lips left mine as she whispered in my ear, “Open the door. I’m dying to be with you. And only you. I want to be your girl, Jett. In every way.”

  In every way?

  I was on fire for her then. I knew she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. I unlocked the front door as Laney’s hands ran up and down my stomach underneath my shirt.

  She followed me into my bedroom without saying a word. I could hardly believe this was actually happening. I closed and locked my bedroom door. Ox wasn’t home, but I didn’t want any chance of interruptions like last time at that party.

  She swiftly peeled off her shirt and jeans. Then stood in front of me in a light pink matching bra and panties. Her bra and panties had a trim of lace outlining them. With her hair down flowing around her shoulders, she looked gorgeous, like a Victoria Secret Angel, on a runway. I just stared at her with my mouth open.

  With an eager look in her eyes, she came over to me. She lifted my shirt up over my head and pulled down my workout shorts. I’d never seen her so assertive. It was sexy. I could feel my rod growing and pushing against the cloth of my briefs. Quickly, Laney pulled those down too, freeing me.

  Looking me up and down, she more than pleased me as she took me into her hand, stroking my length softly while kissing me on the lips. I moaned at her intimate touch.

  Gently, she pushed me down on the bed. I gazed at her as she slowly took off her bra and slipped off her panties. She stood before me completely naked. Her golden hair fell down over her breasts that were full and round with pink nipples. Her waist tapered in and out elegantly. I wanted to reach out for her, but restrained myself and waited for her next move.

  She climbed on top of me. Her smooth skin slid softly against mine. Her nipples brushed against my chest. Her kisses on my neck, chin, and mouth were delicate while her hand on my dick gripped me hard and purposefully.

  I pushed a finger into her pussy. She was wet and slick. Moaning into my mouth, she kissed me passionately. Rubbing my finger around and around her clit, she moaned even more.

  Laney released me from her grasp and laid down next to me. Rubbing her hand up and down my inner thigh, she whispered, “I want you to make love to me.” My heart sang when she said those words.

  I climbed on top of her, looking into her eyes. As I pushed into her, I kissed her softly but intensely. She let out a small tiny gasp. “Are you okay?” I asked, terrified I had hurt her.

  Her hands gripped my ass cheeks while she wrapped her legs around my waist. She nodded. “I’m okay. You’re just really big, Jett. Keep going.”

  I pushed in and out of her, enjoying her warm wetness
and her soft moans. Laney was so beautiful I forced myself not to come too fast. She was tight as hell. Her body was pulling me while squeezing me. It was hard not to let go, but I want it to be special for her. For our first time, I had to make sure she found her release too.

  I thrust into her deeper, straining not to lose my load. To my delight, her moans grew in intensity. I continued steadily pushing deeper, feeling her body tense. Her hands on my ass gripped me tighter until she let out a long lingering moan. Her body shuddered underneath me. Feeling intense happiness and relief, I let myself go too, coming forcefully and heaving a loud groan.

  Afterwards, I held Laney close to me. Her head was on my chest. I wrapped a strand of her hair around my finger absentmindedly. Looking down at Laney, I thought she looked incredibly beautiful in my arms and smiled at her. She looked up at me, smiling back. As I gave her a little squeeze with my arm, it warmed my heart to know Laney was my girl.

  We’d finally made love for the first time. It was the longest a girl had ever made me wait, and the wait was worth it. If I had anything to do with it, it would be the first of many times.

  I kissed her sweet lips then whispered, “My girl.”

  She ran her hand over my cheek as she gazed at me. “My man.”

  We both finally had what we wanted. And we were both happier than we'd ever been. With her in my arms, in my bed, snuggled up to me, I knew what love felt like, for the very first time. "I love you, Laney."

  One tear slipped out of her pretty eye as her lips quirked to one side. “I love you too, Jett.”

  It was official with those three little words. We were in love. And that’s all either of us needed. Happiness had found us, and I knew we’d hold onto it for a very long time.

  Laney

  One year later:

  * * *

  “Jett, are you serious?” I bent over to pick up his t-shirt that was laying just outside of the laundry basket and held it up, holding the sweaty thing he’d worn to practice between my thumb and forefinger. “You can throw a football hundreds of yards and make it right into another man’s hands, but your laundry never seems to make it into the freaking laundry basket. What gives?”

  The sheepish grin that moved over his handsome face made me smile even though I was trying to give him a stern expression. We’d lived together for a year and still this was an issue. “Aww. I didn’t even notice that I did that.” He jogged over to me, taking the filthy thing out of my hand while kissing my cheek. “Sorry, baby. I’ll try to pay more attention to this.”

  As he’d just gotten out of the shower, he smelled so clean and fresh. The fact he only had on a pair of tight boxer briefs did a lot to cool my agitated mood too. And when he dropped the stinky shirt into the laundry basket before taking me into his strong arms, well all my aggression slipped away with ease.

  His mouth took mine in a warm kiss that made my head go light. Even after a year, I still swooned for the man.

  His hands moved down, cupping my bottom, tempting me to pick my feet up and wrap my legs around him. But we had an agenda. A thing he and I both kept forgetting about the whole morning for some odd reason.

  Maybe it was the idea of moving that had us being so forgetful. Maybe the idea of Jett being recruited to play for an NFL team so soon — before our last year of college was even over — was what had our heads in the clouds all morning long.

  A scout for the Miami Dolphins invited Jett out to Florida to check out their facilities and talk to them about where he sees himself after graduation.

  And we were supposed to be getting on a private jet they sent for us in the matter of a couple of hours. And we weren’t even close to being ready to go to the airport. But the way his kiss was working it’s particular kind of magic on me had me barely able to recall all that.

  Slowly, his hands moved off my bottom and up my back as his tongue played with mine and I melted into him. His naked chest against mine that was only covered with a bra. I too had only gotten partially dressed so far. A bra and panties were all I had on, I was waiting for my dress to get finished in the dryer.

  One of his large hands moved up, taking me by the back of the neck as his kiss grew heated, more passionate and his cock began to swell, pushing at my warm center that was beginning to grow moist in anticipation.

  But we had things to do!

  I wrenched my mouth away from his, both of us already breathing heavily. “Jett, we really don’t have time for this right now.”

  He rested his forehead against mine as he sighed. “I know. I don’t know why I’ve kept getting distracted this morning. This is like the most important thing I’ve ever done career-wise. You know you’re the most important thing I’ve ever done, falling in love with you, and moving in together. But asking you to marry me was by far the most important thing I’ve ever done. Thanks for saying yes, by the way. See what I’m doing even now? I’m thinking about everything but what’s about to happen.”

  “Thanks for asking me to marry you and giving me this gorgeous engagement ring.” I had to hold my hand out to look at the ring he gave me a couple of nights ago. He’d taken me out to a fancy dinner and proposed, making me cry right there on the spot and accept his proposal. “I think it’s because it’ll mean so much has to change if they want you. You could be playing for the Miami Dolphins next season, Jett.” I was excited for him, but I was excited for myself too.

  If he did take the job — if one was offered to him — then that would mean I’d be closer to my mother.

  I missed Mom like crazy. I mean, we talked on the phone all the time. And Jett and I made it to Christmas this last year to spend it with her. We had to spend Thanksgiving with his family. Being a couple meant splitting up the holidays to make it fair for each side.

  Things were going great for the two of us. With the fall semester in full swing, we both were doing extremely well with all of our classes. Jett made an excellent study buddy. He’d give me a kiss for each correctly answered question and I’d do the same for him.

  Did our study sessions always end in hot sex?

  Well, sure they did. But that’s what made taking the time to study so dang easy to do!

  Taking Jett by the hand, I led him to our bedroom where his clothes were already laid out for him. I loved dotting on my man. Doing little things like laying out his clothes for him, making sure we had his favorite brand of orange juice in the fridge at all times, and plumping his pillows when I made the bed each morning made him feel the love I had for him.

  “You need to get dressed. I’m going to grab my dress out of the dryer. We have to finish up the packing, we’ll be there for the whole weekend. I think Mom said something about there being a big soccer game today. She wanted us to go to it with her at the University of Florida, where she teaches.” I let his hand go and turned to leave the room.

  He stopped me as he asked, “Laney, you’d like it if the Dolphins made me an offer, wouldn’t you?”

  I turned back to look at him as I nodded. “Sure I would. It would mean being closer to Mom and getting to see her a lot more.” I bit my lower lip because something was troubling me a bit. I didn’t want Jett to take their offer if he really wanted to play for some other team. “But I get it if you’d like to hold out for who you really want to play for. I would understand, Jett. I want you to do whatever it is you want to do, without any pressure from me.”

  His eyes moved from my head to my toes before they came back to meet mine. “What did I ever do to deserve such a wonderful girl?”

  Trying to lighten the mood that had gone heavy, I wiggled my butt as I sauntered out of the room. “You scored a touchdown for me. Don’t you remember that? How could a girl walk away from a man who could do that for her?”

  “And once I’m in the big league, baby, you have at least one more of those coming to you,” he said then laughed.

  “Get your butt ready, Jett. We have to jet!” I laughed at my own joke and heard him laughing too.

  We were about to
head off to Florida to see what the future held for us. Nervous yet very happy, Jett and I were moving forward with our lives. Florida might be the direction we were heading after graduation. But then again, who knew what else might be in the cards for us?

  One Chance To Win

  Alex

  One steamy summer night and one giant craving for something I had only dreamt about had me and one of my best buds and teammate heading out for a fancy dinner.

  It was the almost the end of summer in Gainesville, Florida. School would start back up in a month or so. Ronnie and I had stuck around in town for the summer to teach ‘Soccer Tots’, a soccer league for toddlers.

  Almost everyone we knew on our team had taken off for exciting summer vacations on the beach or in Europe, but Ronnie and I had committed to our soccer playing tots and their parents to keep teaching over the summer.

  We weren’t in Ibiza like half of our soccer mates were, but we were going to have a properly luxuriant meal at a famous steakhouse anyway.

  The professor of my biology class, Dr. Dupree’s praises of Jose Fontaine's steakhouse had piqued my interest in checking the restaurant named El Buey out.

  The restaurant had an ambiance that rivaled some of the best in the country. I had ordered a premium beef cutlet called a chuletón.

  Ronnie had ordered a sirloin steak. He wasn’t quite the steak aficionado I was. But when our food arrived, both of us were excited to taste the premium meats. “What do you think? Incredible, right?” Ronnie asked, savoring the piece of steak he bit off his fork.

  Weighing how I actually felt about the bite I took, I had to admit it wasn’t what I’d expected, but it wasn’t terrible either, “It’s good.”