ROMANCE: SPORTS ROMANCE: Tight End (Bad Boy Football Romance) (New Adult Alpha Male Sports Romance)

by Carly White

  “Are you always so used to taking what you want?”

  Grant grinned and kissed her again. “I have been known to use force if necessary.”

  Mara shivered on his lap. It was how it had all started and seemed right that it was where she was at the moment. She looked back at him. Mara did not need to be forced, her body aching for him since she had left. “What if I don’t want to be yours?”

  He stopped and pulled her head back to see her face, his hands gripping her hair. That was not what he wanted to hear. “You don’t want to be mine?”

  Hands slid between her legs, pressing against her core as her head fell back on his shoulder. Biting her lip, Mara closed her eyes. How could she deny him anything? Grant pushed against her harder, his need pressing against her backside. Mara tried to close her legs, but he had pushed his own through hers, making it impossible. She was open to his touch and had no way to stop the bombardment of caresses. His tongue and teeth on her neck, while his fingers pushed in underneath her panties.

  When his digits met her wetness, they sank deep, taking her breath away. “Yes.”

  “Is that an answer?”

  Mara couldn’t think straight, her hips sliding back and forth against his hand and hardness. She could barely hear the whisper in her ears over the roaring from her blood pounding through her veins. “Why are we talking?”

  His hands moved out from her waistband, cupping her breasts from behind with his large hands. “These are different.”

  Mara’s eyes closed with the touch. They were so much more sensitive than before and even the slightest touch sent more readiness to her core. He used his thumb and finger to pull on the tips gently through her shirt. “I remember you liked this.”

  Her head nodded, as her eyes closed once more. Her body opened up to him, her hips rubbing herself against his hardness. It wasn’t fair that she was the only one being tortured. “And I remembered you liked this.”

  Her hand moved between her legs to rub him gently before her ass moved back down to stroke him through his jeans. Grant moved his hands back down to her core, moving her own away to end his torture. Mara whimpered with the first touch on her center. Through her jeans, the pressure was everywhere, smashing her tiny hidden nub of pleasure. Again she tried to shut her legs to the pleasure, but it was impossible. Grant had taken over and was playing her body like an instrument.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  Grant’s fingers tapped on her softly, then rubbed for a moment before smacking her lightly again. It was not enough, but he would give her more, keeping her just on the edge of reason. Whimpering his name, he asked her again. “No, I want to come. It’s been a long time. I’ve been waiting for you.”

  Mara’s words made the man see red. It was all he needed to know. That she was untouched and still only his. It didn’t matter before he met her, but once he touched her, Grant wanted to forever be the only one that touched her again. He knew that if she said she had waited, she had. Now his member jerked underneath her with the idea of how tight Mara was going to be.

  Grant pushed her forward, after his fingers unbuttoned her jeans, pulling down the zipper and then the pants themselves. Grabbing her thighs and closing her legs, yanking her up, her ass was bare underneath. His touches were harder now squeezing her flesh in his large hands. The jeans stopped at her upper thighs and as he held her up with one strong arm, his other was doing more delicate work, rubbing her center once again. She was already dripping through her panties, but he wanted to push her closer still.

  Mara jerked in his arms and begged him to just take her. She was so close, but he still wasn’t ready to give it all to her. Grant wanted to be buried deep when she finally came for the first time. He wanted to feel every spasm from the inside and it was going to happen soon if he didn’t hurry up with his own clothes.

  Grant yanked on her jeans, telling her to finish taking them off. Mara slid off of his lap with weak knees, bending down only a few feet from his face as she pulled her jeans the rest of the way down. She stepped the rest of the way out of them and was pulled back down before she could even attempt it herself.

  Gasping, Mara felt him freed underneath her, hot flesh on her own wetness. Her legs moved to straddle his, opening her wide as his thighs opened up her up further. Fingers delved in, finding her soaked as the wet fabric ripped from his treatment of it. She moaned as he found her in such need. Mara was sure she was going to explode. It wasn’t just his fingers constant rubbing that drove her mad, but the hot length sliding up and against her slickness from below. He was not giving her senses a moment to calm down, driving her crazy with his touch. The house was once more filled with the sounds of her losing herself in his arms.

  “Please Grant.”

  Chapter 8

  Tilting his hips just slightly and lifting her up with a firm grip on her round ass, Grant surged inside of her as quickly as he could. Forcing all of himself as deep as he could go, he held her down as Mara started to scream and convulse on top of him. It was like music to his ears and the feel of her wetness leaking out of her made staying still even harder. She was so wet and tight, as each spasm brought a clenching of his shaft that drove him mad. The more she tried to get away, the harder he held her still, spearing her from underneath. He was buried deep and Mara was skewered where she was.

  More begging was done, but he ignored her as his hips started to thrust up into her slowly. When Mara started to ride him, his hands moved to her covered breasts for a handle. It gave him the leverage he needed to fill her deep, losing himself as she starting to cry out again. It was too sudden, but there was nothing that could be done to stop it. Mara had always been the one to make him lose control. He couldn’t stop himself when he was with her.

  Mara fell forward as she was trying to pull him out of her. She couldn’t take any more moments with him inside of her, her walls sore and burning from no use. Catching herself on the coffee table in front of her, Grant couldn’t resist the round ass in his face, smacking her hard from behind. She gave him a surprised yelp with the contact.

  She looked back and he was already up, pointing towards her as he took a step closer. Mara wasn’t given a moment to recuperate. He was already push back inside of her and jerking her back till her soft ass smooshed against his thighs. He couldn’t be done yet. Not with her giving him such an invitation.

  ***

  Mara finally got away, fleeing away from him. She could barely keep her eyes opened as she lay back on the couch where they had ended up. She wasn’t sure how it had happened. The couch was across the room from where they had started, but she was not going to say anything. She had nothing to say as her only worry was getting her heart to stop slamming in her chest.

  “It was better than I remembered.”

  She looked over at him and smiled. Mara’s breath was finally coming out slower, but she still felt like she had just run a long, dirty marathon. She felt his hand move to tweak her nipple and she pushed his hand away. “Are you ready for more?”

  “No.”

  He laughed at how fast the answer came out. Grant was in one of the best moods he had felt in a while. He stared down at her naked body. Her modesty was gone with her satiated body and he was able to look at every inch while she laid there with her eyes closed. “You haven’t changed much. If not for your tits I wouldn’t even know you were pregnant.”

  Mara opened her eyes, moving a pillow in front of her to break his glance. He growled at her and the sound made her insides weep in ready. The sound had trained her body to prepare when he made it.

  “I thought you came here to talk?”

  “You sent your goon out for me because you wanted to talk.”

  “Well, I got sidetracked. That happens a lot with you.”

  Mara sat up, the pillow making her feel safe from his lecherous eyes. While trying to stop it, she loved the way he looked at her with lust after taking her several times in a row. It was like he just couldn’t get enough of her.
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  “Well here I am. What did you want to talk about?”

  “What we are going to do now?”

  She looked at him confused. Her brain was finally starting to work again, but she didn’t know if they needed to do anything. “Well the baby isn’t due for at least five months, so there is nothing we have to do right now. We can make some decisions when the baby comes.”

  “Decisions?”

  “Like visitation and stuff like that.”

  She was getting back to her practical self and Grant moved towards her, touching her leg slightly, trying to pull her from her realism. “That’s not what I was talking about. I would have never thought I would say this, but I want us to get married, be a real family.”

  Mara looked over at him, afraid that he was just joking. It had been her fantasy since she had found out that she was going to have his baby. That they could somehow work it all out. She just hadn’t thought that it would really happen.

  “How is that going to work? Are we going to strap our baby to your bike?”

  “I have cars Mara, but I guess you are more worried about what I do.”

  She had had a lot of time to think about what he did for a living and the whole reason they had even met was because of his bad boy ways. Mara was brought into his life from kidnap. It was a story that could never be told to their grandchild. “How can we be together when you are killing people, selling drugs? I can’t have my baby around that.”

  Mara had long since remembered why it couldn’t be. His touch could make her forget for some time, but the fact of the matter was, he was a thug and there was no way that they could just pretend like he wasn’t.

  “I don’t have to do those things Mara. I never had a reason to do anything else.”

  “But now you do?”

  “You are reason enough. You disappeared on me.”

  “I thought it would be best to get out of your hair and let you enjoy your freedom.”

  “And then when you left town?”

  “Traveling. My eyes had been open how to how little I had done so far.”

  “Are you done now?”

  Mara shook her head that she wasn’t.

  “Good, let’s go for a ride.”

  “A ride?”

  “On my bike. I just realized that you haven’t even gotten to ride with me yet.’

  “Do you really think that is safe? I mean with the baby and all?”

  “I would never let something happen to you or our baby. You know that right?” Mara nodded. She did know that he was going to keep her safe. She felt safer with him with her, but Mara had never ridden a bike before. She told him her dilemma and he just insisted that now was the best time to start. Mara couldn’t disagree with his logic and found herself getting on the back of his motorcycle. One he got on in front of her, Grant didn’t have to tell her that she needed to wrap her arms around him. Mara already had, setting her head on his back as he started the engine.

  Mara knew then that it was where she was supposed to be. Only time would tell if he would really change his ways, but she could hope. Closing her eyes, she let the wind whip her hair back as she clung to her vice. She was addicted to him.

  Delinquent

  A Motorcycle Club Romance

  By: Tia Parker

  Chapter 1

  “In local news, the Hell Sons Motorcycle Gang was at it again, protesting the new Sheriff with thousands of bikers coming in from all over Texas. The streets were filled, clogged and they have once again, shut down Waterton township. When reporter Civ Louise moved in to ask some questions, leader Andre said they want him gone.

  Police are on standby and tensions are rising. The city leaders say that even a day shutdown could cost the town thousands of dollars in lost revenue and will not be able to see how much the city will suffer financially, until the protest ends.

  Until then, the small town of Waterton is getting ready for another day of protests, as the residents wait for a conclusion to this rapidly changing saga. The gang’s leader has said there will be no violence unless they are forced. They do not plan to leave until the newly elected Sheriff Thompson steps down. There is speculation to why the city is in uproar over the election, but we are hoping to find out what has sparked this as we go into day 3 of the town’s occupation.”

  “Why did you talk about yourself as 3rd person?”

  “Because they usually cut the last bit of the byte, so now they can’t cut my name out.”

  Namadi shook her head and turned the television off. It was the third update she had watched and as she waited it all out in the small hotel with her mother, Namadi was getting restless.

  “So what do you think dear?”

  She looked at her mother. “It’s good, but a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

  “A gang of burly men on bikes has taken over a small town in America. This is an occupation!”

  Her daughter laughed. “You are loving this. There are names for people like you.”

  Civ tried to look upset, but she couldn’t, the large smile cracking her tanned face. “Do you know what this will do to my career?”

  “So you want this to last?”

  “Of course! I have been waiting for my break and this is it. I have had more face time since this all started. No one else can get in now, so we are the only ones that are onsite. I can’t believe it is all because you wanted to stop and see that stupid hill.”

  “It is an ancient mound made thousands of years ago.”

  Civ just waved her off. She had only gone because her daughter wanted to go so bad. Ever since she had graduated, Namadi was spending time with her mother, but there were vast differences that had made their short road trip even more daunting. Now Civ was thinking that their little excursion was the best thing that she could have done for her career.

  Civ had been with News channel 6 for ten years and she was still covering small town puff pieces. But now she was getting the biggest story in the area and it was hers exclusively. From the small hotel room that they were staying in, she got to see her small few minute blurbs getting picked up from all of the other station. All the other reporters and news anchors could do is wonder about it and give their take on it. Civ was the only one actually there though.

  “Yeah whatever the hills are. I am so glad that you wanted to see them. Without your boring hobby Namadi, I would have never had this chance.”

  Namadi wasn’t going to argue with her. She was happy for her and it would be easier to say congratulations to Civ, isn’t she wasn’t so cocky about it all. People’s lives were being affected and all she seemed to care about was herself. Her mother had always had a tendency to be a bit self-involved, but even she was going over the line.

  “I am happy for you mom, really I am. I just think that you could have a little less glee over a town being taken over by bikers is all. And if you can’t feel it, you can at least not show how happy you are.”

  She didn’t hear her daughter, her mind already on what she was going to tape next. Civ was trying to get the leader Andre to give her more information, namely why he was doing it. There had been a flare up when the Sheriff had ran to begin with, but nothing like that. What was it that was so bad about the man that so many were willing to give up their time to protest him? It didn’t make sense and Civ was determined to get to the bottom of it all.

  “So tomorrow we will try to get in and talk to the leader of the gang. I think you should stay here though. It could be dangerous.”

  Namadi would have been more than happy to stay where she was, but her mom wasn’t thinking it all the way through. “Who is going to record you then mom?”

  She paused and then pushed her dark hair back from her face. “That’s right. Well we will just have to be careful.”

  Her daughter sighed again, letting her know that she was already over the whole situation. A minute ago it was too dangerous and just like that, she was signed up to go with her to kick the hornet’s nest. Unlike her mom, she could care le
ss why the people were doing what they were doing. Namadi just wanted to get back home and away from the small town that was causing her so much grief.

  ***

  The next morning, Namadi woke up and her mother was already up watching the videos of herself on CNN. She was practically vibrating with excitement and Namadi had to admit, that she was a little proud of her. Civ looked good. The videos that she had recorded actually looked professional. Too bad she had no desire to work that kind of job, she thought to herself.

  “Look Namadi! They put your name in the credits for the video!”

  She closed her eyes to the loud voice, not wanting to be seen awake, but she had caught her and the day was going to begin one way or another.

  “That’s awesome mom.” Too bad she was more interested in history though.

  “You never know Namadi, you might get another career out of all of this. It could be good for both of us.”

  Namadi wanted to believe her, but all she wanted to do was get back to Houston and her friends. It wasn’t a trip that she had really wanted to come on in the first place and now that they were trapped there, it seemed far too long to be stuck with her. Namadi was starting to wish that she had gone with her friends to Myrtle Beach. She would be soaking in the sun, drinking something that had an umbrella in it, instead of being stuck in some crummy motel.

  She pushed the cover off of her and slowly got up, squinting her eyes to the sun coming through the blinds. “Do we really have to go there? Why don’t we just let them figure it out?”

  Civ just looked at her as if she had lost her mind. “It is my duty to get the news out. It is the public’s right to know the truth of what is going on here.”

  “So it doesn’t have anything to do with getting your face out there, huh?”

  She shrugged. “You have to take opportunity as it comes Namadi. If I have taught you nothing else, listen to this. Always go for it.”

  The young woman got up and headed towards the bathroom. She was sure that it was going to be a bad day. Namadi had a bad feeling, but she had since she got to Waterton, it had been a dull ache in the bottom of her gut.