Draw Play: A Sports Romance

by Tia Lewis

  We fell onto her bed, but I realized I didn’t have a condom. “Shit. I’m not prepared.”

  “Oh, hang on.” Claire got off the bed, fumbling through her bag. “Here.” She tossed me an entire box.

  “What in the world!”

  She laughed, and I didn’t bother asking why she had them. I only put one on and slid inside her without warning. I needed her that much. She welcomed me, urging me on, moving with me. Our bodies slapped together, then slammed as we both went harder and faster. The need was too much to hold back, and within minutes we shuddered together as we came.

  “Wow,” she muttered, pushing messy hair off her forehead. “What the heck was that?”

  “That was weeks and weeks without you. I’m usually not that quick you know?” I huffed, falling onto my side. She rolled onto her side, facing me.

  “If I had known it would be that good after so long…”

  “Don’t even,” I said, my voice flat.

  “Just kidding,” she said. “I wouldn’t go through that again if you paid me. It was absolute hell without you.”

  “Yeah?” I never thought she would go through it, too.

  “I missed you every day, every minute. I figured I was so stupid for pushing you away, but I couldn’t let you back into my life. Not after everything that happened.”

  “I’m so sorry about everything. I really am. My teammates all felt like shit afterward. They knew they were wrong.”

  “It’s not just that,” she said, her eyes dropping away from mine. “It’s more than that. It has to do with when I was younger. I’m still hurting from it, even now. Not so much now as I was then—but when it all happened, at the frat house, the old memories came back.”

  I stroked her hair, her arm. “What old stuff? You can tell me if you want to.”

  “I want you to know, so you understand me better.”

  Then she told me. I couldn’t believe she hadn’t done it before.

  “That piece of shit!” I shouted, clenching my fists. “I swear if I was there I would have—”

  “It’s okay, Jake. Shit happens.”

  “I can’t believe that happened to you.” I pulled her to me. I wanted to kill all of them, every one of the kids who made her life hell back then. No wonder she flipped out like she did. It was like high school all over again to her. “I am so, so sorry you went through that. What about throwing a high school reunion party so I can kick some ass?”

  She laughed. “I would say sure, but I have no desire to see any of those idiots again. But I love the offer. I love you.” She kissed my neck, and I bent my head to kiss her. I wanted to take all her pain away until there was nothing but happiness. It was what she deserved. If I was lucky enough, and she let me, it was what I would give her for the rest of my life.

  The kiss went on and on until we both got a little breathless.

  “You’re like a drug,” she muttered then gasped when she felt my hand running up her leg.

  “So are you,” I said, nibbling her neck. “I can’t get enough of you. I have to make up for the time apart. Sorry.”

  “You’re not sorry.”

  I slid my hand against her clit. “Are you?”

  She couldn’t speak, biting her lip and shaking her head.

  “I didn’t think so.” I rolled onto my back. “Come here.”

  She got to her knees, and then straddled me. “I don’t know about this,” she whispered, looking scared.

  I remembered how inexperienced she still was.

  “You’ll like it. Trust me.” I grinned up at her. “Just do what makes you feel good.” I put on another condom, glad she had the whole box.

  “What about you?” She bit her lip.

  “Unless it involves a cheese grater, it’ll make me feel good, too.”

  She laughed, throwing her head back. I missed her laugh. God, I had missed everything about her.

  She took my word for it then and raised herself until I was at her opening. I watched her face as she slid down my cock, her mouth opening in pleasure when she slid to the base.

  “I knew you would like it,” I murmured. I forced myself to stay still so she could enjoy it the way she wanted to.

  “Mmm-yeah.” Her voice was a deep, throaty growl. I twitched and throbbed inside her.

  “Do what you want,” I said, holding her hips in my hands, digging my fingers into her. She felt so good on me, around me, under my hands.

  She started rocking back and forth, taking it slow, feeling her way around. She closed her eyes, biting her lip. Her forehead creased like she was trying to figure something out. Finding out how she liked it. Taking her pleasure. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

  “Mmm…” She sighed, rolling her hips in circles.

  I groaned, straining, holding back. I wanted so much to take her, hold her hips still while I fucked into her from behind. I wouldn’t let myself do it. It was her turn.

  She found a rhythm she liked, and an angle. She leaned forward, grinding her clit against me as she moved up and down. Her tits swung back and forth, and I couldn’t help but take them in my hands and hold them, massaging them, pinching the nipples. I rolled them between my fingers, listening to her little gasps and moans when I did.

  “Jake … yes…” Claire sat up, pushing her hair back then leaned backward with her hands on my knees.

  “Oh, fuck,” I gasped, clenching my jaw to keep myself still. I watched her tits bounce, watched my cock disappear inside her as she moved.

  “Touch yourself,” I ordered. “Try it for me.” Her clit was right there, begging to be touched.

  She balanced on one hand and found her hard clit with the other.

  “Oh my God!” she gasped, riding harder.

  I held her hips steady as she bounced, while her hand flew over her clit. She tightened around me. I knew she was coming.

  “Yes, baby. Come for me. Let me watch you come.”

  She moaned desperately, throwing her head back as she clenched tighter and tighter. I held on as hard as I could, wanting to wait until she came.

  When she did, it was like floodgates opening. She let out a loud, long cry, her body shaking from head to toe. I was so surprised, that I forgot how close I was to coming.

  She sat up, still shaking then fell forward onto me. I held her while she recovered and the muscles inside her pussy stopped pulsing around me. Once that happened, I took her hips in my hands again.

  “I needed this,” I whispered, raising and lowering her.

  She whimpered in approval, and I went faster. My hips moved upward, driving into her as I slammed her onto me. It didn’t take long before I was grunting, panting, and she urged me on by whispering to me.

  “Yes … Jake … fuck me…”

  I had never heard her talk like that before, and she gave me that last little push I needed to send me over the edge.

  I groaned when it was over, still shaking a little, and when she pushed herself up on her hands to look down at me, I saw she was grinning.

  “Where did you learn to talk like that?” I asked.

  “I had a good teacher.” She smirked.

  We dozed on and off, wrapped in each other’s arms, forgetting that she had been packing before I got there and that I still needed to pack. Nothing else mattered that day.

  “I was wondering something,” I said, squeezed onto the small bed with her. I have to get her to come to my place from now on, I thought as I tried to get comfortable.

  “What’s up?”

  “This isn’t easy for me to say, so if it comes out sounding weird…”

  “Oh, geez, Jake. Spill it. Don’t tease me like that.”

  “I thought you liked it when I tease you,” I joked.

  “I will officially kill you if you don’t say what’s on your mind.”

  I took a deep breath. It wasn’t an easy thing for me to ask because I had never asked it of anyone before. I didn’t know how Claire would react, either, knowing she didn’t like foot
ball or sports in general. “Okay. I wanted to know—”

  “Jake, just say it!”

  “Okay!” I chuckled, clearing my throat. “I wanted to know if you would be my girlfriend. You and me, together. And I also wanted to know if you would come as my guest to the championship game. I would love to know you were in the stands, cheering me on. I’ve never had that before, you know? And I want it to be you. That’s what I wanted to say.”

  Tears filled her eyes, and I expected her to kiss me or hug me or something like that. Instead, she got out of bed. I got a nice look at her ass when she did.

  “Wait. What are you doing? Did I say something wrong?”

  She went through her dresser. “I was just about to pack this up when you knocked on my door.” From the drawer, she pulled a yellow Michigan Wolverines T-shirt and ball cap, both with our football mascot on the front.

  “I thought I’d be prepared, just in case,” she said with a big smile.

  “So yes?”

  “Yes, stupid. To both.”

  I took her by the waist and pulled her back onto the bed, squeezing her as tight as I could. She giggled helplessly, but I cut off her laughter with a kiss. I couldn’t get enough of her juicy lips. I had never been happier in my life. For once, somebody wanted me not just because I played football, but for who I was. I knew she wouldn’t care if I ended up injured, or if I never played for the NFL. She would still love me for me. And I knew I loved her for her.

  “Are you happy?” I asked.

  “I’ve never been happier.”

  “I’m glad, baby,” I said, feeling myself stir again. It brought up a question that had been plaguing me. “Okay, I have to ask. Why did you randomly have a box of condoms in your bag?”

  She gave me a wry smirk. “My mom bought them for us. Awkward, huh?”

  And there went that idea. Curiosity killed the boner.

  What to Read Next?

  Stadium of Lights:

  A Second Chance Sports Romance

  Available 9/19/2016!

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  About the Book:

  He can’t help claiming her. But can he love her?

  Max Anderson enjoys all the perks of being a star NFL quarterback―including the women. He has no intention of changing his carefree, hard-loving lifestyle … until a twist of fate reunites him with the girl he knew growing up.

  Abby Morrison has worked hard to become a physical therapist. She knows she needs to keep things professional with Max―but the truth is, she’s always loved him. Back then, she hid it. Now, it’s not so easy.

  As they rekindle their friendship, the heat between them is impossible to ignore. Soon it flares out of control, and the fallout threatens to ruin everything. Can they salvage a future together ... or will the consequences wreck their lives?

  Stadium of Lights is a very steamy standalone, full-length football romance novel only suitable for mature audiences only. HEA. No cliffhangers.

  Stadium of Lights

  1

  Max

  “Nothing I like better than this,” Jared said, settling into his seat. He tossed a few bottles of ice cold Gatorade around to those of us who raised our hands to say we wanted one. I did, and I caught the bottle with one hand. Orange. Not my favorite flavor, but I’d take it.

  “Okay, what’d I miss?” he asked, taking a long swig. About a dozen voices all started speaking over each other. But he looked at me. Even if I weren't quarterback for the team, I would still be the leader. I’d been the leader since my first day of kindergarten.

  “They just finished warmups, which was meh. Not much bouncing around when they’re warming up.” I wished my Gatorade was a cold beer, but it would have to do as long as we were at the stadium and under the watchful eye of the coaches. No way they’d let us drink the way we wanted to when we were about to start the regular season. Especially if they knew we were only hanging around to watch the cheerleader practice.

  Mo, one of our linebackers, elbowed me. “So where do we stand with the count, bro?”

  I didn’t have to ask what he meant. I ran a hand through my shaggy brown hair—the head coach wanted me to cut it, but he could kiss my ass—and ran through the list which I kept on my cell phone for convenience. “Let’s see. Mo, you’re up to four. Fuckin’ sad. Chad, Jared, Trey, and Randy have five. Garrett only has three, so at least you’re not last. Brent and Joe have six, and I have—ten.”

  “What the fuck? Ten? Oh, come on.” Mo waved a hand, dismissing my figures.

  “Ten outta twelve? Yeah, remind me not to go golfing with you when you’re keeping score,” Garrett laughed.

  “Dude, I can look out over those girls and tell you exactly which ones you screwed.” I pointed them out. “Layla, Eve, and Tricia. Right?”

  He looked, too, then turned crimson red when he realized I was right. He got a lot of shit for that, all of us laughing at him. He was probably one of the best-looking guys on the team, too—all the girls were nuts about him—but he had a fiancée at home who sometimes liked to go on the road with him so that he couldn’t get as “busy” as the rest of us single guys.

  “Besides, I don’t need to cheat.” I shrugged, getting more laughs. “I’m just that good.”

  Trey grumbled from behind me. “Yeah, but you did cheat that one time we played mini golf. No way you won when you couldn’t even hit par on most of the holes.”

  “Well, I was never good at adding all those numbers together,” I said with a smirk. Then I settled back in to watch the girls go through their routines, all of them bouncing and kicking. We talked about their skimpy practice uniforms, just as small as the ones they wore on the field. It was a hot day, for sure—I knew I’d sweated my ass off out there—but the girls didn’t seem to let it bother them. They tossed and twirled around like nothing bothered them.

  “Check out the thighs on Layla. Nice and thick,” I heard Randy mutter. He was right, her thighs were incredible. And they felt amazing when they were wrapped around my waist, too. We’d hooked up after a game in San Fran, one of the team’s biggest wins that season. It had to be two years since that night—the fact that I remembered it told me how good in bed she had been.

  “What about Brianne? God, I think she gets hotter every fucking year,” Jared said, shaking his head. “It just ain’t fair. She’s one of them good girls, too.” Yeah, good all right. Good in bed. She pretended to have strict Christian values. All I knew was she gave the best head I’d ever gotten. Sloppy and wet just how I like it.

  “Yo, do you think her tits are real?” Garrett asked.

  “I don’t care either way, as long as they keep looking good the way they do.”

  “Exactly. Fake or not they’re still tits,” I chuckled, not taking my eyes off them. Firm, perky, and soft. They actually moved back and forth like natural tits, and they felt natural, too. Brianne chilled with me after a game in Pittsburgh in the back of my car. We’d flirted all night at a party held by the team owners, and both of us were unbelievably horny, and we couldn’t wait to get to a hotel. She rode me like a cowgirl that night, and those tits bounced like crazy. They were real, for sure.

  “I guess we should just ask you all these sorts of questions huh, Max?” I heard a little envy in Mo’s voice, but I was used to that. I’d been hearing it for years since I was a kid. It wasn’t easy being the best at everything. People usually got pissed off when they fell short. Mo didn’t like being my backup, especially since there was no reason for him to be the starter. Not with my record. I already had two Super Bowl rings collected over five seasons of play, and there was no reason I couldn’t add a third after the upcoming season.

  “Yeah, I guess you should.” I shoved him a little, keeping it lighthearted. One of the things I had to remember was to play nice with the guys. They couldn’t help that I was better than them. I was an asshole, but I wasn’t that much of an asshole that I would rub it in.

  It was always interesting
, being at the stadium when it was empty except for us. Well, us and the local news crews. They’d been taking footage of our last practice before our season opener on Sunday, which was also our home opener. Last-minute cleaning was going on, too, and the maintenance guys were inspecting the seats to be sure they were all in good shape. Otherwise, it was just us, the coaches, and the cheerleaders. I only had eyes for them, of course, but in the back of my mind, I imagined the roar of the crowd when we came out on the field in two days.

  I crossed one ankle over the other knee, spreading my thighs a little to give myself more room. I couldn’t control the way my cock was stirring around when I watched Layla. She was sort of my on-again, off-again squeeze. I wasn’t committed to her in any way, which I made a point to hint at once or twice every time we were together. If it made me a prick to do that, she didn’t seem to mind. All I cared about was being sure she didn’t get the wrong idea about us. The last thing I wanted was to weigh myself down with a woman—a cheerleader, too. Funny how they were good enough to fuck but not good enough to be serious about. I couldn’t think about that. It always made me feel weird.

  I focused on her. It was like she felt me looking because she turned her attention to me. Our eyes locked as she kicked her legs into the air once, twice, her short little skirt flipping up to show me what was between her legs. Sure, it was all covered up with her panties or whatever the hell it was they wore under those skirts, but I had been between those thighs enough times to know what she looked like. Smelled like. Tasted like. From the look in her eyes, from my seat to the sidelines, I could tell what was on her mind. It was on mine, too—then again, it was almost never off my mind. Pinning her to my bed and holding her hands above her head just the way we both liked it.