Romance: Seducing The Quarterback

by Stacie Duncan

  Her friends agreed to cook over a fire and get wasted weren’t excited about going on that trail, so Everleigh had no choice but to explore it on her own. About a half a mile in from where the stone statues guarded, the air on the trail stirred. The light was choked off by a fused canopy of trees. The forest litter rustled. The temperature had dropped considerably. Though there were clear signs of man in the woods, it was as though the wildlife was untouched and felt free to come alive. The noise of the forest was extraordinary.

  The further in Everleigh travelled, the more vulnerable she felt. Scared, really. Thoughts of wild creatures filled her head. She remembered that news piece about the jogger getting eaten by a puma. Everleigh wondered if pumas lived in the woods of Los Gatos. And whether one was going to eat her.

  A stretch of charcoal blur, denser than a shadow darted past her. From the periphery of her eye, she saw it again. And again. The blur spun around her to the point where she was now immobilized, locked in position, unable to move forwards or backwards. What sounded like a coyote baying made her jump out of her skin.

  On this trail, she realized had bitten off more than she could chew. It was too rich for her. Everleigh would simply turn around, suck it up and get the hell out of the forest. That was the plan – a plan made too late. For now, deep into the trail with a reputation for the supernatural, she was face-to-face with the big bad wolf who came out of nowhere.

  “Where are you going?” asked the unexpected stranger in a deep and decadent voice tinged with amusement. He sounded like Halloween.

  “Who are you? What are you? What do -” she jabbered.

  The devilishly handsome but repulsive man put a finger to her lips and shushed her.

  “Tisk, tisk. No chatter, child,” he said, stalking towards her. “Mustn’t be a nuisance.”

  Everleigh’s brain popped. This man intended to harm her. He was going to take her against her will and worse. She stepped backward with each of his steps forward. Finally, she dashed into a thicket of ferns. There was the unmistakable noise of a spring tripping. Everleigh felt the teeth of a trap brush her calf. It pinched but did not grab hold. She screamed.

  “Oh why wasn’t it you who got caught in a coyote trap?” she said. It was her luck that she had almost been.

  He laughed a deep, rich, unnerving laugh. “Because I am not a coyote.”

  The stranger with the almond eyes and pointy features pushed her down, firmly but gently down to the blanket of forest shrubs. She could feel the cold, moist earth against her skin, dampening her clothes. She closed her eyes and held her breath. Everleigh, if she survived, was going to be covered from head to toe with a rash for she was pretty sure she was laying in poison ivy or oak or something.

  For a wiry guy, the stranger had ridiculous physical strength. Just the slightest pressure of his fingertips and she was corralled. He lay his long body over hers. Pinned her wrists up over her head to the point where it hurt just enough. It was uncomfortable.

  And it was real. The bad day that started out with the coffeehouse guy dumping her was about to get a lot worse. A major gust blew past them. It pressed down on them, crushing the assailant against her.

  She wept. She pleaded.

  “Hush, child,” he said with his evil charm.

  He pressed his lips on the nape of her neck. Everleigh thought she was going to be sick. The assailant ripped her T-shirt as though he were shredding a sheet of paper. Her breasts spilled out over the cups of her bra. She writhed against the dirt.

  He spread her knees and pawed at her crotch. Everleigh found herself separated from reality at that point. It was as though she were under a spell – a spell that made her hallucinate that her assailant had the features of a wild dog. Not quite a coyote. But a wolf.

  Everleigh felt his breath on her. It did smell like an animal’s. He dry-humped her, his teeth bared. His gums were like those of a dog. She felt the coarse, thick fur scrape her skin.

  And then in single moment, he was off of her. The shock of the situation had pushed her over the edge. And now she saw as clearly as she had seen the steering wheel of her car earlier, a giant Grizzly bear deftly leapt over her, narrowly missing her and knocking her opponent into the trees.

  The bad guy yelped. Dust from dried old leaves and pine needs blew up in a tempest of wind and blinded her. She reached and felt a metal contraption on the ground and threw it at the bear. She heard the trap snap. The bear growled. He swooped down close to her face.

  “No,” he said sternly.

  A talking bear. Everleigh collapsed against the cold ground and passed out.

  Chapter Two

  Everleigh dreamt the bear was tall, standing up on two feet. She saw the Los Gatos lions patrolling the forest floor. Her would-be attacker was in a heap at the base of a giant redwood against which he was hurled. The bear stooped down to examine her. He brushed her hair from her face, and poked and prodded. His claws hurt.

  “Ouch,” she complained.

  “There there,” he said. And he scooped her up.

  He brought her to her feet.

  “Can you stand alright?” he asked.

  Everleigh could not look him in the eye. For one, the bad guy tore her shirt and underwear. The tattered T-shirt did little to conceal her. She felt her face burn with color. What was more, she wasn’t going to talk to a bear. Besides, facing him might make her lose her struggle to contain the burst of emotion which begged for release. He knew it too.

  He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him, burying her in his plush fur. Everleigh sobbed.

  “I know,” he soothed. “Scary stuff. But you are safe.”

  Everleigh continued to cry. So many deep, old emotions pushed forth. It was the moment. It was a lot of things. Everything that wasn’t ever right came out of her in that moment.

  “I know what you need,” he said very plainly.

  Without permission or warning, he leaned her over his shoulder so her upper body rested on his back. And he flew. Not as with wings. But for such an enormous, lumbering creature, the bear had incredible speed. He was taking her further and further away from her friends. She wondered if she would ever see them again.

  But she felt safe. Like she could absolutely trust her hero captor. He bounded fearlessly to a sweet little structure tucked in between trees – a house made of one of those log cabin kits or something. It was absolutely picture perfect as best as Everleigh could tell. She stole glances when she worked up the nerve. Most of the time she kept her eyes screwed shut.

  But he pushed opened the door to his home and without a thought, he was a man. A beautiful god-like creature with a perfect physique. A blast of air –the beginnings of a storm– swirled through the door as he closed it. It was as though the air carried magic and intoxicated them. They came together in a romantic whirl of passion.

  Unspoken, they regarded one another and acted on the first thing that came to mind. He swept the tattered fabric off of her body. He dipped his fingers into the waist of her pants and peeled them down. She was naked.

  He reached over his head and pulled his shirt off to reveal the best body on a human being Everleigh had the pleasure to see up close and personal. He took her mouth without hesitation, sweeping his sweet, hot tongue inside of her.

  At once, Everleigh moaned. The feel and taste of him was so incredibly wonderful. He was so powerful –this man with whom she was about to mate but whose name she did not know– that he made her feel light as feather, lifting her with ease.

  Everleigh wrapped her legs around the small of his back, if it was small. His massive chest and back tapered into a lean and narrow waist, but he was anything but small. His legs burst from his hips with powerful musculature. She rested her feet on the iron-hard curves of his buttocks. His skin was so, so smooth. It smelled amazing. Everleigh drew in his sweet scent via the labored rhythm of her breaths.

  He kissed her slow. Tenderly. Languidly. It was doing it to her. Purposefully torturing her with his
intensely erotic touch. He stroked her sides and casually maneuvered her arms upward. Above her head. It was the same sort of position that the assailant had put her in only the assailant had been far more brutal. Her muscles hurt.

  She whimpered with pain and he was so sensitive to it.

  “Aw,” he said. “Where do I need to kiss? Does it hurt here?”

  He gingerly grazed her triceps. It did make her feel better, his light contact. The position jutted out her boobs. They were round and full, and he feasted on them. There was a direct line between her nipples and her center. Every lick drew her very core together.

  Instinctively, they positioned together, he over her and she underneath. His massive, hard erection brushed against her wet, salty flesh. Every part of her screamed for him to get inside of her. Everleigh was compelled to reach between them and touch herself.

  He turned her to the side, parted her knees with his, so that he could look over her shoulder and watch. Together they touched her. He broke away for a moment to, at long last, enter her. He returned his hand to hers, pressed his hot lips to the base of her neck so that the tip of his tongue could tickle her there. Everleigh burst. The sweet torture combined with the mind-blowing excitement of having stranger sex catapulted her into a powerful orgasm. Her body clenched at the feeling of his hard cock.

  He was an intense powerhouse. His body glided into hers with such smoothness, such rhythm. Their chemistry was so potent that the pleasure just kept coming. Everleigh lazily endured the sweetness of her climax until she came back down to earth.

  Then she took control. She turned her body to face him, guiding him back against the mattress. She mounted his amazing body and rode him wildly. She cupped her bobbing breasts and played with them while looking him directly in the eye. He loved that. She watched as this magnificent beast’s eyes rolled back into his head before dissolving in a sputtering mass of ecstasy. He growled when he came. Everleigh thought he was absolutely beautiful.

  Chapter Three

  But the rambling redwood home that she woke up in was very real. It was all beautiful redwood trim and windows, finishing off in the steep picture of the ceiling. A fire crackled in a river rock-finished fireplace. She was smack dab in the living room of someone’s home, in a bed. Despite the finely woven blankets that covered her, it was certainly cold enough for a fire.

  Everleigh smelled food cooking. It made her so hungry, even as her stress rose recalling the awful thing that almost happened to her. Her appetite was the first to go when things got rough.

  She flinched. There emerging from the kitchen was perhaps the most astonishing looking man she had ever seen in real life. He was carrying a tray. She quaked. And then she blushed. This was the man of her dreams. The one who started out as the bear who had rescued her from an unspeakable fate.

  “She lives,” he said. His voice was rich and deep. And so seductive. “Will you have something to eat?”

  He set the tray down beside her and ripped off a corner of a loaf of bread with his giant hands. He dunked the bread in the soup and held it to her lips.

  “Open for me,” he said.

  She let him feed her. But the fact that she was in yet another strange man’s home unnerved her to the point that, good as it was, she really had no stomach for food. She noted that it was a vegetable stew. There was no meat in it at all. It was really good. Still, she pushed his hand away when he ladled some onto his spoon.

  “No?” he asked, his voice as smooth as honey.

  He pulled back her blanket. Everleigh jerked them back. She was naked. Completely naked. Her face was bright with alarm.

  “I just want to have a look,” he said.

  “Seems you’ve looked at quite enough,” she said.

  She wasn’t terrified with this strange man as she had been with the one who tried to attack her.

  “You have a nick on the back of your calf. Coyote trap. I just want to see if the swelling went down. When is the last time you had a tetanus shot?” he asked.

  He seemed to think the issue was resolved for he firmly pulled back the covers to examine her. Everleigh tightly pressed her eyes shut. He poked. It was a little sore.

  “One moment,” he said.

  And he returned with a cotton ball and some dark red antiseptic. He pressed the cotton to the mouth of the bottle and tilted.

  His eyes glittered. “I’d like to tell you that this won’t hurt but it will. It’s going to sting. Just breathe through it. Only smarts for a second.”

  Just as he was about to dab her, Everleigh pulled away. He arched his brow and scolded her with a look. He gripped her ankle with his powerful hand so that she had no choice and swabbed her anyway.

  “Yow, mama! That doesn’t sting. That hurts!” She puffed out little breaths until the smarting subsided.

  With a look he scoffed at her.

  “Sorry. What the hey?” she peeked at the wound herself. It was not very big but it was slightly puffy. “I need to get dressed and go back to my friends. They’re probably worried about me.”

  Completely on cue, a crack of lightning flickered in the window, followed by a rumble of thunder.

  “Really?” she asked.

  “I am afraid so. Dangerous ground water levels at this point. It’s been raining since I picked you up off of the forest floor. I think we should get word to your friends at any rate so that they aren’t worried about you,” he said.

  He picked her up off of the forest floor? That was not the way she remembered it.

  “Really? You rescued me?” she asked suspiciously.

  “I did indeed,” he said. “You’re here, are you not? Do you not remember how you got here?”

  “No,” she replied cynically.

  “And you don’t remember… anything else?” he asked, his gaze so, so penetrating.

  While still looking at her directly, he moved slowly towards her. Everleigh ached for him. She felt herself pressing back onto the mattress to receive him again. Her knees parted to let himself immerse in her.

  As he was above her, she had a moment of clarity. She pressed against his massive chest.

  “Wait,” she whispered. “Tell me your name.”

  He smiled a rich, wide smile. “Again?” he asked. “Ben.”

  “Benjamin,” she murmured.

  “No. Esben. It’s Danish,” he said.

  “Everleigh,” she responded.

  “Nice to meet you,” he said, his voice rasped.

  Chapter Four

  Everleigh could feel the power in his touch as he stroked her. It was a wild combination of strength and tenderness. His stroke was so delicate. And yet so amazingly effective. Erotic wires traversed through her body, lighting up every erogenous point until they connected to her center. She ached for him. She was impatient to have him.

  She arched towards him, yearning as he explored. He showered her with a thousand caresses. Tingles and shivers went straight to her nipples – they pebbled to rock hardness. He took them between his fingertips.

  It did things to her mind, convincing her that an ultimately masculine man was commandeering her body. She felt that she could not be in more capable hands. Ben just seemed like the ultimate lover. She tried to tether herself around him, but he rolled her over onto her belly.

  He growled. She swore he did. It was the same sound in her dreams when the bear reacted to being hit by the trap. He slipped a pillow under her abdomen and propped up her bottom. He leaned and she could feel his hot, hot tongue drag across the smooth skin of her bottom.

  Everleigh whimpered. It was almost more than she could bear but he did not let up. He found the tender inside of her cheeks. Delicate. Sensitive. Erogenous. She had never had anyone pleasure her there before. He plunged deeply into her, lapping up her moisture. Little waves pulsed into her. She throbbed and ached to be filled.

  He rolled her once again so she was on her back. He lifted her knees up and pushed them gently apart in an almost wanton display. The position made his touch
more intense. When he continued to delve and press with his tongue, her reaction was sweeter.

  He rose above her, just as he left her humming with arousal. He got inside of her. The excitement welled and it was enough to push her over the edge. She came immediately. Everleigh pulsed wildly around his wondrous cock. She peeked at him with lowered lids. His face was awash with a hazy smile.

  “You feel so good,” she murmured to him.

  He winked at her. She thought she would melt. He gripped her hips and pulled her into him. He moved her back and forth, his fingers splayed on the cheeks of her buttocks. She loved the way he took control of her body.

  Everleigh explored. She reached up to the massive chest and touched it. It was so magnificent. She trailed her finger tips along the sides of his giant arms. Just the mere thought of them was an aphrodisiac.

  She closed her eyes, enjoying the ride. Ben’s steady rhythm gently knocking her breasts back and forth in an easy bob. It was positively delicious. She stretched her long legs up and over his shoulders which jutted from his neck like rock formations.

  He winked again. As Everleigh stole looks at him, she realized he was watching her every move.

  “I have something to tell you,” she whispered.

  His eyes glittered. “Go ahead,” he said.

  “I dreamt you were a bear last night,” she said and laughed lazily.

  “Oh but I am,” he teased. “A big, giant bear who loves fucking you.”

  Everleigh was not prepared for the erotically graphic response. Its effect was almost narcotic. It knocked her into another dimension. She shook and trembled. And she loved it. She spied on him again. The corners of his mouth were curling with mischief.

  Ben was apparently done with the niceties of square sex. He lifted one of her ankles to join the other and turned her over. He drew her hips back to him as though she were sitting on his lap. He penetrated her so deeply this way. They were still as she adjusted to the feel of him.