by Carly White
“I don’t know, he’s cute.”
Thomas smiled for a moment at the conversation, but then he heard a sigh and the sound of her coming down the stairs. His heart stopped as he caught a glimpse of her in a pair of short-shorts and a tank top. It was not like when he had seen her before. She was always so covered up, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Now it was down around her shoulders, curving around the swell of her breasts. His pants tightened and he groaned inwardly.
She opened the door and almost shut it back in his face. He stopped it with his hand and she made a sound of anger. “Just go.”
“Look, I don’t know what happened or why you are so mad at me, but I am sorry, for whatever reason I need to be. But I can’t stop thinking about you, like all the time. I don’t know what else to say but that. I have never felt this way before and I don’t want it to all go away. You can’t tell me you don’t feel the same way. It is madness to do this. What is it, what happened? Because I have money?”
“No because you are a Longhairn and just like your father.”
He shook his head. Now she was bringing his father into this? “What are you talking about?”
“You remember that small town outside of Indianapolis?”
Thomas did, his mind filling with images of a train crash that killed many as the chemicals being hauled exploded. The town would forever be in his mind. He wasn’t but ten or so when it happened, but he remembered more acutely what it had done to his father. The man had died with the rest of the town, but nothing could be done. Eventually he paid the right people up, to make it all go away, but Thomas knew that he had always thought about it since. It was the town that in a way haunted his family to that very day. “Orson.”
“And that is what I am talking about.”
“I was not even ten when that happened. That was not my doing.”
“True, but what are you running out west as we speak? Without the proper tanks and manpower, I would imagine to save a few dollars. It is another accident waiting to happen. Apple never falls far from the tree. Do you realize I have picketed outside your fortress Thomas? Not your father that stepped down six years ago, you. So don’t tell me that you are innocent.”
Thomas took a step back like he was physically hit. Why hadn’t he seen it? Recognized that her hometown was next to that one? Because it was so long ago. Turning her back to him, she shut the door, not looking back once. He stood there for several moments, his thoughts racing at the change that he had not seen coming. That was unusual in and of itself, for him to be taken off guard in such a way.
His hand hovered by the door, he was going to knock, maybe even open it, but he knew that he couldn’t. He knew then that she did have a legitimate reason if you took into account his business. Thomas had always told himself that business was just business, but she reminded him in such a way that it really wasn’t. What he was doing was affecting far more lives than he had ever thought.
Thomas walked away with the closest feeling to defeat that he had ever managed before. The driver waited for him, but he sent him on. “Sir?”
“Just go. I will call for you later if needed.”
Alfred looked like he didn’t want to leave him there. It wasn’t a bad part of town, but certainly not one like Thomas to be walking around. He waved him off and he set himself down the cobbled pavement wherever his feet took him. There were times when a man needed to reassess what he had original thought and really look at what he was doing. He needed to think of the butterfly effect that he caused from his actions and those of his company. It was not an easy thing to do, but by the time he walked home many miles away, he had come to many decisions that he knew needed to be implemented immediately. He did not want another Orson incident and certainly not on his conscious.
Chapter 6
There was a change in Longhairn Industries, almost immediately. Thomas knew that she was behind the changes, but he had not talked to Tilly since. He didn’t know what to say to her and though she was constantly at the back of his mind, the changes took time to go into effect. He poured himself into his work and pushed forward as if it would all be okay somehow. Thomas wanted to ask about her, find out if she was still single, but he held himself from that type of nonsense. It was a whole other world he found himself in and there were many that were giving him flack for the changes, the stockholders in general were not happy with a smaller profit to cut up.
Not only was he claiming the real chemicals that were going across the country, but all haphazard protocol was taken. He also announced that he would no longer be working with any chemical that contained dioxins. Thomas hired one of the best sustainability management that he could find. Yes, there were big changes going on at Longhairn Industries. It was all across the news and everyone wanted to know what had made him make the change. There was even a rumor that he had lost his mind to spend as much money on safety as he was doing.
“There was a woman that reminded me what I do, affects everyone and we at Longhairn Industries want to help people and make this world a better place. Maybe one day she will give me another chance.”
He hoped that it didn’t sound too much like a sales pitch. He hoped that one day she would see that he was making changes and they were because of her. Thomas still held out for another chance, long since giving up on being satisfied with anyone else. The one time he had made love to a woman since Tilly, had been a mess of such a large scale, he doubted he would ever try it again. Something inside of him, kept reassuring him that it would work out and he would the second chance that he craved so much.
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Tilly had seen the changes as the company was in the news for almost six months straight. She made it through the winter without seeing him and sometimes she wished that he would come back. Maybe she wouldn’t be so mean to him or maybe he had long since forgotten about her. Tilly was the type to feel like everything happened for a reason and although she had thought of her meeting with Thomas as one of a sexual nature, maybe they had met so that he would somehow change. The ramifications were far reaching now as he made such huge changes to the way the massive company did business. It had turned out the way it was supposed to, she kept telling herself.
There were other thoughts that were harder to come to grips with. The fact that she wanted it to be more was the main one. Her body had never felt so alive when she was with him and a life without that surge of feeling was something that depressed her in a way. It was to be shown true light and to never see it again. Like Thomas, she had given up her search. Even food had lost some of it flavor, school didn’t seem quite so important.
The bookstore was something she didn’t worry about at all anymore. They had online orders coming through constantly and she still wondered if some of them were going to Thomas. Every time she saw one come in or go out for Peru, she thought of the man that so long ago, just dropped into her life. Now that he was gone, or more aptly she pushed him away, all Tilly could think about were their few moments in the back of a car and a couple stolen kisses.
Her prospect and views didn’t change as time moved one. She was quickly ending the last part of her college education and starting to plan her trip to Peru. Long ago, it had been South America in general, but after Thomas, she focused more on the small country inside of the great continent. It was as if the world was calling her to that place and she wanted nothing more than to go.
Tilly graduated with honors and though she was not sure what her future would hold, she had looked forward to nothing else but the trip afterwards. There was no warm glow after she graduated. She felt nothing with the paper in hand. As she walked out of the small assembly hall, all she could think about was Peru.
Her flight was the next day and like everything, she was there waiting patiently twenty minutes before they were supposed to board. It was then that she realized how fate liked to work. People met and crossed past again, only at the right moment and time. It was then when she saw Thomas from across the airport that her heart raced
with some small hope that she had held onto.
He saw her or almost like he knew she would be there. She tried to wipe the smile from her face as he walked up. “Fancy meeting you here Tilly.”
“Mmmhmm Mr. Longhairn. Are you flying commercial now?”
Thomas drank in her sight and tried to answer her, but was unable. “I’ve missed you.”
“So much that you are willing to fly with the masses?”
He looked down. “Well I was hoping you would want to fly with me, but I will if you want.”
The tension was gone between them. Words were not necessary because it had all been laid out before. She bit her lip, trying to decide if that is what she should do. It was almost like she had half-expected it. She had expected him to pop back in her life at some point, the idea in the back of her head as she turned down offer after offer. Tilly had been waiting for him.
“I suppose you could get me there sooner. I wouldn’t have to get frisk by a stranger that way.”
The familiar spark went to his eyes and she handed him her bag. “Really?”
“Well you are here aren’t you?”
Thomas was not sure what that meant. It had been an off chance. Well more than that really. He had waited for her graduation and then he found out she had indeed gotten tickets like she said she would. He had chosen to see it as a sign. A one last try kind of thing. The fact that she was not yelling was a great sign that she would go with him so easily he couldn’t believe.
“Just like that?”
“She stopped. Do you not want me to go?”
“I do, I just, this hadn’t even worked out so good in my head.”
“Don’t overthink it, just come on. You are obviously here for this reason, so let’s go.”
“You always did see through me Tilly.”
“Yes, well you are quite transparent.”
They headed towards the other side of the airport, the doorways leading out to the smaller, private planes ready to go on the runway. His of course was the biggest, silver and sleek like it would go far faster than the counterparts on the strip with him.
He was close behind there as they boarded. It was smaller than the plane she was supposed to be on, but so much more luxurious. Instead of seats that even her short frame barely sat, there were couches and lounges. Thomas handed her a glass of wine and she took a drink to calm her nerves. She wished it had the bite of the tequila that she needed. The calm on the outside belied the strong current underneath. He was actually there and they were going off together. After all that time, it seemed so unreal to her in that moment.
She sat down next to him on the couch and took another drink. She really needed something stiffer than what was in her glass. He seemed to read her mind. “I don’t have any tequila, but I do have some vodka.”
She giggled. “Is it that obvious?”
He nodded that it was and got up to get herself something else to drink. While she was sure the wine was good, she didn’t care for it, no matter how much the bottle cost. Her palate was a lot less refined, but as she looked around the surroundings, she thought that certain things she could get used to. What was supposed to happen next? Tilly wasn’t sure and he was back before she had much time to put into wondering about it.
“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.”
“M
ay?”
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?”