Be Mine: A Bad Boy Next Door Romance

by Lauren Wood

  “Whatever you want … whatever you want and it’s all yours. By all means, come by later tonight and maybe I will have … oh my god … a glass of wine ready for you.” He was trying to be charismatic and charming, but it was hard when his cock was ballooning so that it looked like it was going to explode in her hands.

  “I’m glad that you see things my way. I believe that you need a little time to cool off. I’m telling you that I don’t want you to do anything to ruin this moment. Lie there and breathe deeply, and let me please you until you can’t take it anymore.”

  Stephanie could see that he wasn’t trying to rush things, but try or not, he was on the cusp of orgasm. One more stroke and it would have been over. But that wasn’t what she wanted; she wanted to prolong the act. It was too delicious, and something about having him in the palm of her hand made her feel a level of power that was like taking an aphrodisiac.

  As her movement ceased, Brock released a frustrated breath. “I can’t believe that you would be this cruel. I hope that you’re not planning to leave me with a case of blue balls. Walking around with a perpetual hard on all day is not going to look very good in your father’s eyes. He might assume that I tried something with you. We don’t want him to think that; this team will be lost without me.” Brock was full of himself, but he knew what exactly he brought to the table. He’d had several colleges coming to him on bended knee, but Stephanie’s father was the one that convinced him that this was the place to be.

  “Are you a man or mouse? Stay quiet, close your eyes and let it happen naturally. I want you to begin by flexing that internal muscle over and over again. Don’t stop. I think that you’ll be surprised by the results.”

  “I’ve always wanted to try this and having him that close is the best way to feed on the orgasm that is simmering right there on the surface. His cock is flexing and I can tell that this is not going to take very long.”

  Stephanie decided at the last minute to strike a match to the gasoline. She put her hands on his chest and tweaked his nipples, making him cry out.

  “I’m cumming. I can’t believe I’m cumming like this. AHHHHHHH.” Brock opened his eyes and saw Stephanie smiling. The back of her hand was covered in his stuff. He continued to shoot what was left inside, until he was lying back with an air of contentment. He had to glance at the mess he made, but rather than looking at his work, he noticed that the door was wide open.

  Stephanie was walking down the hallway with her doctor’s bag and a big smile on her face that she’d never experienced before.

  CHAPTER 4

  Stephanie had waited all day, but that house call was something that she could not walk away from. Offering that kind of personal attention was not something that she did on a regular basis. There were only a select few cases she had deemed necessary to provide that kind of service. It was usually with those that were suffering and needed her kind of pain management.

  That was not the case with Brock. She could’ve easily waited for the next day, but for some reason, she was hell bent on seeing him again—and not necessarily in a professional manner.

  “I know that he’s not my type. I’ve got this feeling if I go there tonight that I’m going to have something to confess to my priest. Why did it feel so good to be around him? What is it about this man that has me so tied up in knots that I have this desire to let my fingers do the walking?”

  She had a light supper; she didn’t want to fill up in case Brock was going to surprise her with some kind of extravagance upon entering his home. She drove over there with her fingers drumming on the steering wheel. As she drove, she continually played over what had happened. She shook her head several times not quite believing that she had done such a thing.

  “I can’t even see straight and I need to get him out of my system. One look in his direction and I knew he understood that I was a goner. I just couldn’t get enough and I can’t wait for him to fill me up. I’m going to give up and let this man throw me down on the mattress and ravage my body.”

  Stephanie heard her phone ringing and touched the pad to answer. “You didn’t tell me what you found,” her father said. “You left before you gave me your findings. I need to know where I stand with Brock and if I have to even entertain the idea of not having him on the field this weekend. I know that this is not how you normally work, Steph, but I’m at my wit’s end. I don’t have anybody better than him, but I could probably muddle through without him if I have to. I just don’t think that it would be good for his career to be sidelined on one of the most important games of the season. I promised him that I would whip him into shape and turn him into the kind of player that every team would vie for.”

  “I found some internal damage, but I believe that if he were to follow my directions to the letter, he might be able to finish out the season. After that, a regular routine of rehabilitation and a possible surgery might be what is needed. I’ll need more time to evaluate him. I’m on my way to him now to see to his recovery personally.”

  Stephanie didn’t need to say that, but the truth was that she wanted him to know. Her tone was professional, but she knew that her father would question what her intentions truly were. And rightfully so—her intentions were anything but pure.

  “Are you sure that it’s necessary that you have to go to his home at this time of night? I’m not sure that I’m particularly comfortable with you being with him. He has a reputation, and there have been stories going around that have made me pity those girls’ parents. I never want to be in that position and I never thought that I would be. You’ve never been interested in that muscular, meathead kind of man, but I see something between the two of you that I’m not happy with. Be careful, and don’t do anything that is going to ruin your life, young lady.”

  Stephanie listened to her father and it gave her a moment of pause. She had brought protection, but she wasn’t sure she was going to use it. In the moment, you forget these things, and Brock already had a tendency to make her think one thing and do another.

  But there was nothing her father could say that would make her change her course.

  CHAPTER 5

  As walked up to the palatial estate, she was in complete awe. Knocking on the door, it opened a crack, and she took that as her welcome. She pushed it with her hand and stepped into a foyer with a long, winding staircase going up to the second level. The place had been renovated down to the studs and had the look of someone that had more money than brains.

  Through the intercom, she heard a voice that sounded like it was right there in the room with her. “I’m upstairs taking a shower. I’ll be down in a few minutes. You can certainly make yourself comfortable and pour yourself a drink. I’ve given the staff the night off. I believe that we need this time to get to know each other as doctor and patient.” Brock was smiling the entire time. “It wouldn’t be out of the question for you to come up here to join me. I’m just putting it out there. Raising the flag and seeing if you are ready to salute it.”

  Stephanie stood there at the bottom of the stairs looking up, and before she knew it, her feet were taken the journey all the way up to the top. She followed the sound of water to an open door that had a billow of steam coming from within.

  “I can’t stand this any longer. I want him to see the better part of me, but there’s also another part of him that I have yet to experience with my mouth or any other part of my body. I know what he feels like in my hand, but that is nothing compared to a more physical examination. I have this need to fall on my knees and to worship the man.”

  Brock heard her coming and decided to showcase his many other attributes by standing like some kind of super hero in a movie.

  Stephanie turned the corner and her hand literally went to her mouth with her eyes staring at the man, droplets of water dancing on his skin. She was stunned into silence and her knees almost buckled out from underneath her.

  “I was hoping to get a sneak peek, but maybe I knew that this was going to happen all along. He was
obviously daring me to across some sort of line. Now that I have, I don’t want to walk away.”

  Brock walked over and took her hand and placed it on his chest. She stared at him and he felt a certain problem that had swelled to a mammoth proportion. If anything, he could swear that he had grown an extra inch, if that was possible. All the blood from the rest of his body had now accumulated in one spot and her eyes were directed right at it.

  “Stephanie, I know that this is a game for two and I don’t think that I need to be a rocket scientist to see the signals on the play.” Brock lifted her into his arms and carried her clothed body into the master bedroom. He had already arranged several candles and a sprinkling of rose petals that would hopefully get her to see that he was not the kind of man that would take something like this lightly. “I didn’t think that this was a foregone conclusion, but I have always been somebody that is prepared for just about anything.” He easily lowered her onto the mattress and stood back so that he could inspect the merchandise. He heard the telltale clapping and the look of jubilant glee on her face had him ready to get down to business.

  “I feel like there’s something that you should know. I’ve been burned in the past and I don’t want to experience that again in my lifetime. If you can’t promise me more than a good time, then you may as well tell me so that I am prepared. I just don’t want you to give me false hope for a future that’s not going to happen. I’m a big girl and I can handle what you’re going to say next.”

  “I want him to say that he wants to be here with me forever and for all time, but that’s wishful thinking. I think that I have put him on the spot and I certainly didn’t want to put a gun to his head. He is going to have to answer this carefully, and hopefully he will do it truthfully.”

  “I think the only thing I can promise you is that I’ve never met a woman like you before. You see through my false bravado. You’re not easily swayed by my muscles. I don’t know if this is anything long term, but I would like to think that I’m capable of something like that.” He climbed up on the bed and watched as she playfully moved up with her hands around her knees.

  He smiled and used his masculine hands to pry her knees apart. The long skirt was hiding her lovely and long legs. He easily moved his hands up along her thighs and brought her skirt along for the ride. He saw the red panties and he felt like a bull ready to fight a matador. He pulled the frilly material to the side and blew warm air on her clit to make it dance to his tune.

  “I don’t know if what you say is enough, but at least I can say that you are honest. You’re not just saying anything to get into my panties, although it probably wouldn’t have taken all that much. I appreciate that you can be open and not just tell me what I want to hear. My god, I thought sex was overrated, but I’m happy to report that I was mistaken.”

  “I want more of what he has to offer. I want this to be a moment that I will always carry with me in my dreams. The way he licks my wet pussy and pulls at the lips with his teeth is making things stir down below that hasn’t happened in quite some time. I feel like I’m a firecracker ready to go off. It’s not going to take much of his manly persuasion to get me there.”

  Brock worked his tongue in between her legs, splitting her down the middle and opening her up to an oral invasion. He had his fingers prying her open and the slick lips called to him like he had no control over his own libido. He was losing his composure and soon he was devouring her like a man possessed. Her legs were quivering and he was aware that this meant that she was going to lose herself in the moment.

  “I can’t believe that you’re doing that with your tongue. I never had … Yes … Oh fuck … that’s it … I’m going to cum … going to cum for you, Brock.” Stephanie flailed her arms and legs like a fish out of water. She thrashed and turned and was lucky that he was there to hold her down or she probably would have gone flying right off the bed.

  Stephanie was just coming out of a post orgasmic trance when she flitted her eyes open to see the product of his lust dangling in front of her like bait. She grabbed it and pulled it into her mouth to taste the sweetness of his syrup leaking from the top. It was sticky and sweet and she wanted more—and knew exactly how to get it. She grabbed onto his ass cheeks and pulled him to her, making sure that not even a single inch was left uncontained by her hot and demanding mouth.

  “I don’t know … if I can do this.” Brock had no choice. He pulled free and left her looking at him pouting for some kind of explanation. “Don’t get me wrong, that felt absolutely amazing, but I want to fuck you.” He had to be careful with this damaged knee, but he was able to balance with his legs being held up by his muscular thighs. He spread her open and looked at the inviting target, with the sheen of wetness as a bull’s eye. He pushed up against her, letting gravity and the suction within do most of the work. He planted his flag in one, long stroke that took both of their breath away.

  “My god. I don’t think that I’ve ever had it this good, Brock. I want you to treat me like one of your many groupies. I want you to show me that feeling of being overwhelmed. I want you … Ahh … Ahhh … Ahhhhhh.” Stephanie lost her train of thought as he started to work his hips in a circular motion. He leaned into it and was soon rubbing up against her in a way that ignited a certain, tiny bud.

  Brock could feel her body respond as she lifted herself and grinded against him to get that deeper penetration. They were slamming up against each other with insistence and with a need that only they could satiate. The feeling was undeniable. The rippling motion of her muscles sliding along every inch was making it impossible to stay still for long. It was a nice, tight fit and it took a lot of effort to pull himself loose and then plow forward.

  “Fuck me … Fuck me … Fuck me.” It was a litany of profanity that was escaping her lips. Her entire life was predicated on pleasing someone else and this was the first time that she felt like she was truly lost in the eyes of a man. In the back of her mind, she knew that she should reach for the condom in her purse, but those thoughts were there one second and gone the next.

  “This is better than I’ve ever had with someone else. I think I feel that this is more than just a one-night stand. The look in his eyes is not just from pleasure, but also from something that he wasn’t expecting.”

  The bed was rocking and they were screaming into each other’s faces with sweat dripping off their bodies. He rammed deep and then his face contorted into a mask of bliss that was soon made apparent by the sharp thrust of his hips. He went off and he shot what felt like a gallon inside her. He finally had to lay back, holding his chest and feeling his heart beating.

  CHAPTER 6

  The next day, Stephanie found out that she was pregnant. She called Brock and told him that they needed to talk immediately if not sooner. She waited patiently in her office, pacing the floor and wondering what he was going to say about this latest turn of events.

  “I know that I want him to say one thing, but what if he says something else entirely? I’m not sure that I can do this without him, but I’m damned and determined to give this kid the life that it deserves. It might’ve been stupid to do that with him, but I don’t regret one thing.”

  The door flung open and Brock stepped in, breathless and holding his knees with his face flushed and about to pass out. “What’s the emergency? You sounded very strange on the phone. I came over as soon as I could.” Brock saw the angst on her face and could tell that something momentous was going to happen. “Oh god, did you find something in my scans? Am I never going to be able to play football again?” It didn’t even dawn on him that this had nothing to do with him, or at least not about his injury.

  “I’m glad that you said that. It makes what I have to say a little easier to swallow. I’m pregnant, and before you ask, it is yours. I haven’t been with anybody besides you, and I swear that to the man above.”

  Brock stared at her in silence, his eyes searching hers. Finally, he took a deep breath and began to speak. “I don’t know what
you want me to say. I’ve never considered myself to be father material, but maybe with you it will be different.” Again, he paused, collecting his thoughts. “I want to keep the child, but I’m not really ready for marriage. We’re definitely going to have to keep this from your father until after the season ends. I know that’s not going to be easy, but maybe it would be easier if you didn’t come around so often. We can continue these treatments at my home or at your office. I want to be a man and tell your father that what we have between us is not just physical. I’m going to pave the way slowly over the next couple of days.”

  Stephanie ran into his arms and held him close. “I wasn’t expecting this. I was hoping for it, but I really didn’t know where your head would be. I’m glad that you have decided that I’m worthy of carrying your child. I know that we both have feelings for one another, and I hope that over time they will grow even stronger than what they are already.”

  They both saw that her father was suspicious, but they held true to their word, until the championship slipped through their fingers by one touchdown. It was still a contested game and Brock had several NFL teams coming to him. He chose to stay close to Stephanie. They sat down and broke the good news to her father.

  Her father was first concerned that Brock was not the type of man that should be held down, but then he realized that his daughter was happy and that was all that mattered to him.