ROMANCE: SPORTS ROMANCE: Double Blindside (Bad Boy College Football Romance) (New Adult College Alpha Male Sports Romance)

by Carly White

  She pressed her lips against him. It was not persuasive, but questioning, testing the water to see if he would kiss her back. She almost pulled away, taking so long for him to decide. Chris finally pressed his body down on her. He didn’t care if he wasn’t supposed to have her. He had to have her and when he heard the small mewl out of her mouth, he was lost to his own needs.

  Chris could feel her soft mounds smashed underneath his hard chest and he was thankful to not have on his shirt. Instead he was able to feel her nipples harden to sharp tips as his tongue plundered into her mouth. Cassie’s legs wrapped around his waist, as his hips ground against her center. Each pass eliciting a soft gasp from her lips as his mouth moved down to her neck.

  He was everything that she had been waiting for and more. As he made his descent to her wiggling tits, Cassie’s hands gripped his tattooed arms and closed her eyes as his mouth closed in around the hard center. Her fingers threaded into his hair, holding his mouth closer as he sucked on the tip. Like magic, the touch transferred to her core, dampening her walls in preparation for the hardness that sporadically pressed down against her.

  His mouth moved from one to the other, swirling with his tongue, then suckling with his lips. “Mmm that feels so good.”

  Chris lifted his head and looked down at her closed eyes and pursed lips. He kissed her quickly before moving to the valley in between her large mounds. As he made his route clear, going down her quivering stomach, Cassie’s grip on his tightened. Clamping her legs shut, she shook her head. “I can’t wait any longer. I am wet enough.”

  He sat back on his knees and watched her push the shorts off her hips, revealing a rug that did not match the drapes. Her flaming red hair was neatly trimmed and as she reopened her legs, his own hands finally went into motion to give her what she wanted, what they both wanted. Chris had to push aside all of the guilt and enjoy the moment. Chris would have given anything to have her right in that moment.

  Massaging her opening with his thick head, she lifted her hips up to push herself in, no longer willing to wait another second. Cassie whimpered with the slight penetration, while Chris hissed above her from the suffocation.

  Chris moved so slow, trying hard not to hurt her as he stretched her slickened walls. He could feel her clenching him with each movement with an internal death grip. “Relax Cassie. I am not going to hurt you.”

  It seemed to help, her body more receptive to his member as he continued his pursuit of her complete depths. Cassie was breathing harder, squeezing less often, but harder when she did. Chris could feel himself shaking with the desire to slam into her how he wanted to. He kept reminding himself, her tight insides reminding him that he had to be gentle.

  When he reached bottom he just stilled inside of her, throbbing and listening to her soft murmurs. When her hips squirmed and she started pushing back on him, Chris slowly moved out and then back in. Her wetness made it to so easy.

  Cassie whimpered, wanting him to go faster as she found herself closer to release. He was just slowly pumping into her like he was going to break her, not giving her what she wanted. Cassie wanted the man that she had seen before, unbridled.

  “Fuck me like you do the other girls Chris.”

  Her words made him stop and look down at her. “How would you know what I do with the other girls?” His hips pressed him deep quickly and made her gasp loudly.

  “I saw you the night of the party, with the blonde.”

  “That’s what you want?”

  “Please.”

  Chris gave her what she asked for and almost immediately Cassie was crying out below him. She came around his member, her cries making him push deeper. He ignored her pleas to slow down, needing his own release just as badly. When his hot seed finally mingled with hers, they were both breathing hard.

  Cassie’s small hands pushed him back and he pulled out slowly, growling as his wet heat hit the coolness of the room.

  “Oh my God Chris. Wow. I don’t even know what to say.”

  He turned to her and pushed a strand of her hair back. “You say nothing about this.”

  “What is this?”

  “I don’t know, but I think I am going to be coming upstate more to find out.”

  Knocked

  A Motorcycle Club Romance

  By: Tia Parker

  Chapter 1

  Tony

  “Sir?”

  I turned around and looked at Fungi. He didn’t have a real name or not one that I had ever heard of, but he was useful. The man could stay in one position, waiting and listening for hours. He was not birthed, but spawned from spores and that day, he looked every bit of his name. His dark brown hair was straggly and his face was spongy, eyes dead to the world.

  “What is it?”

  “Ronnie just got picked up off of Lancaster.”

  I looked back down at the bags in my hands. Ronnie was a new runner, just out of high school with no hope of a job. I thought that he would do good with deliveries. He hadn’t even been with me a week and it was the second time he was giving me trouble.

  The first time he was robbed and lost an ounce of snow. Now he was picked up and would cost me at least a couple thousand to bail out. I wouldn’t leave him in there, though he probably deserved it for being over on that side of town as it is. He really should have known better.

  “With what?”

  “Ten bags. He just called me and told me that were about to arraign him. Do you want me to go down there and get him out?”

  I set down the scales and sat back. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with him. I should make him sit in there, test his loyalty, but I was on my way to that side of town anyways. “No, don’t worry about it. Let him sit for a while and I will go get him in a bit.”

  Fungi waited, wanting something for his information and since it was worth it to always have an extra set of eyes on the street, I threw him a small dime bag. He smiled at me, showing off several teeth that were starting to rot. While he may look like he was falling apart, he was one of the better men that worked for me. In this line of work, it wasn’t what a person looked like or said, but loyalty and Fungi had never been short on that part of it.

  I went back to weighing out the last few bags for Darren. He was supposed to already be here to pick up his product, but like always, he was late. It seemed as though the world was trying my patience and they were running out the longer I waited. When he finally did arrive, I threw him the duffel bag after he gave me the cut from the last batch. It felt short and when I asked about it, he started to looked down and stutter. He never could look me in my eyes when he was lying.

  “Sorry boss. I couldn’t get what you wanted for them. No one would pay it.”

  “If they can’t pay you keep it and bring it back. I would rather have my product back so that someone else can move it. No one else is having trouble getting twenty a gram for it.”

  He wasn’t having troubles, not like he said anyways. The problem was that he liked the powder too much and instead of selling it, more than usual was going up his nose. He was going to become a problem and though I was starting to lose trust in him, I figured that with enough rope, he would figure it out or hang himself.

  “That’s the price. Stop snorting it until you have sold enough to. Last chance Darren.”

  The man’s darting blue eyes stopped for a minute on Tony’s face, a look of relief. “Thank you, boss.”

  “Last chance Darren.”

  He nodded and left out of the door. He was muscular and effective at scaring people and doing money runs. Maybe I would have to change him to an enforcer, because his brain capacity wasn’t enough for dealing it seemed. Not that his jobs were hard, but when it came to a product that he liked too much, it wasn’t working out so well. If his uncle hadn’t been with the Satan’s Angels for years, I would have let him go already. But I was trying to make it work for his family’s sake.

  There wasn’t a lot of work in Chicago. The streets were filled with poverty
and misery. I was just trying to make a buffer from it. Sure my product caused some misery, but I saw it as a mask of another problem. Most of my clients were in the business side of town, the financial houses could easily carry the whole business. They were the type of men that liked to work twenty hours a day and needed something more than their own energy to keep going at that rate.

  I didn’t see the point of the rat race. I made more than enough selling, helping the community make money in a place where unemployment was one out of ten. I was doing the public a service in some ways, but not everyone felt that way. With one of my runners was picked up, it would be known that he was mine. He worked for me and every man with a badge in the city wanted to take me down for it. But they never could. I changed these people’s lives and they paid me back with loyalty.

  But men like Darren and Ronnie weren’t very smart. Fungi was the type of man that most people would cross the street to avoid passing, but to me, he was a loyal soldier. If the women were as scary as the men that worked for me, I may have changed my ways, but for now, running the city’s largest motorcycle gang was enough. Half of the city got supplied by me and I was proud that I had expanded the business my father’s and uncles started years before. There were downsides to it though and going down to the police station to get another one of my employees out was one of those things.

  I had two other runners come in and do their daily dump. Darren wasn’t the only one short. It was becoming something of routine and I knew that I was going to have to remind everyone what happened if you left my employ or my protection. An example was going to have to be made soon.

  I got dressed like I was going to a business meeting. My gang hadn’t worn the jackets that were customary in years. It was a new world and there was not a lot of room left in it for leather in the city. There was still room for bikes though. Taking the ride through the Chicago was easier when I could just shoot through traffic jams and the rows of angry drivers that resulted. I saw the 12th precinct ahead of me and I slowed down to park in the front. I didn’t lock it, but left it as it was. I wouldn’t be long and everyone knew to leave our bikes alone.

  Chapter 2

  Emily

  I was late for class, but I knew that I had to stop down at my dad’s work first. He had forgotten his lunch and with his cholesterol as high as it was, he couldn’t afford another cheeseburger from the local diner. His arteries couldn’t take it and it was exactly what he would do if I didn’t get the salad and sprouts that he was supposed to be eating. I called his phone again, hoping I could have him pop out front to meet me, but he wasn’t answering. Probably trying to avoid me and the new diet he was on.

  Setting the phone down in the seat, I waited impatiently for the light to change colors. When it finally did turn green, it was almost another minute before I was able to take my foot off the brake. I watched a dark haired man cut in through the traffic and go around me, not bridled by the four wheels of space needed. I sighed to myself, wishing that my life had turned out differently. What it would be like to be on some country road on the back of one of those?

  Getting to the police station finally, I noticed the same orange emblem on the bike parked out front. It wasn’t hard to notice the bike and my eyes looked around for the driver before looking for a place to park. I had to park in with the police cars in the back, the sign threatening to tow me in front of me. They wouldn’t tow me of course, my dad would have a fit, but I did hate to park so far away from the entrance. It took almost five minutes to finally get to the door and I had to push the hair from my face that had blown around on the way in.

  Looking around, I didn’t see the tall man from the bike or my dad. Gripping the brown paper bag in my hand, I started past the receptionist and into the holding part that was lined with open cubicles. I caught the red hair from my dad almost immediately. He was in the only office with walls and he was having a discussion that did not seem to be going well. The man seated in front of him was not nearly as animated as James was. Something was not making him happy, his face getting red. All I could see was a man in a suit, his back to the clear glass wall as my father continued to yell. His words couldn’t be heard, but the expression on his face was pretty self-explanatory.

  I sat down, waving to his partner Lance. He walked over to me, his eyes lingering on my legs as I straightened up. “Hey Lance. How are you?”

  “Good. Haven’t seen you up here in a while.”

  “Yeah, class has been crazy lately. Finals coming up and all of that.”

  He nodded as if he understood, his eyes darting to the cleavage from my shirt. Though he was years older than me, I knew that he was aching for it most of the time. All I had to do was smile at him to get what I wanted. “So is there anything I can help you with Emily?”

  Still he hadn’t made eye contact and I waited for him to drag his eyes up to my face. “I’m just here to give dad his lunch. He is not supposed to be going out and getting take aways anymore.”

  Lance just shook his head like he was listening or concerned about anything I was saying. I could have been reading a phone book and he would have done the same thing. Every time I was around him he acted this way, making me wonder what was going through his mind, though I doubted that I actually would have liked to have known. It was not good, I was sure of it. Lance wasn’t my type.

  “I will make sure he doesn’t.”

  He was lying again, barely listening but I thanked him anyways. Putting my hand on his shoulder to get his attention, his eyes were back up to mine. “What’s going on in there?”

  Lance looked where I was talking about. The closer I got to the office, the more I could hear the volume of my dad. He was usually a quiet man, so it was obviously something big if he was going to be carrying on like that. My mind went to his heart, hoping that he wouldn’t blow a gasket right there. He hadn’t been back from leave that long and it seemed like he was already proving that his job was too much. My curiosity turned to concern the more I thought about it.

  “That’s Tony Castello.”

  I looked at him blankly. By the way he said it, I was supposed to know what he was talking about, but I really had no clue. I had never heard of such a man.

  “Let’s just say he is a bad guy and your dad wants him so bad he can taste it.”

  I nodded, but it didn’t really answer any questions I had. It didn’t tell me why he was yelling at him instead of putting him in a jail cell. “So what is he doing here?”

  “Getting one of his friends out. Your dad is just letting him have it a bit I guess. There have been a lot of overdoses this past weekend and James is just frustrated.”

  “Ah.”

  “Do you want me to give it to him when he gets done?”

  I was already late, but my interest was piqued, especially when I realized that the man he was talking to was the one I had spotted on the bike earlier. I waited several more minutes until my dad stormed out and finally saw me after he had paced a few times. My eyes were on him, but then on Tony coming out of his office. He was dressed well, the suit fitting the man’s hard body nicely. It was the grin on his face when he looked at James that seemed to bother me. “See you around James.”

  “Ma’am.”

  There was a second, maybe less that our eyes met and I felt a little pitter patter in my chest as he walked past. He was several inches taller and dark depths that promised something that every woman needed in her life. Tony was the kind of sure man that was used to getting what he wanted and I was no stranger to men like him. But he made it look good and it took me a minute to catch my breath.

  “Emily? What are you doing here?”

  He broke through my thoughts and I gave him a quick hug. He was getting smaller, but dad had a long way to go. “I brought you your lunch. So you wouldn’t have to go out and have something bad for you.”

  “That tastes good you mean?”

  I shrugged. He liked to whine and I guessed that he still went and got something anyways, but I
hoped one day my words would finally get through to him. “This will taste good. They are onion sprouts. You said you liked them.”

  “I said they were the best, just because they had some flavor. It’s not the same thing as liking something.”

  “Semantics. I have to go to class. I am already late. Calm down dad.”

  He worried me, but I did have to go. I gave him another hug before I left out of the precinct. My eye cut to the place where the motorcycle had been parked. I was sad to see that it wasn’t there. Tony was already gone. Shaking my head, I wasn’t even really sure why he was on my mind. Men like him shouldn’t even be on my radar. I liked to think I had out grown the bad boy stage, but there were times, that I didn’t want to be. There was a draw to men like Tony, taking what they wanted and there were almost always very good at it.

  Chapter 3

  Emily

  I went to class like I was supposed to. I was in pre-law, hoping to be a prosecutor when I got out of school. My dad had always tried to talk me out of law enforcement, telling me that there were things in life that he didn’t want me to see. The truth was I seen it all, waiting up most nights when I was younger listening to his police scanner before he came home. I was not disillusioned about the world I lived in. I knew there were bad people and that was just part of life.

  So he had convinced me away from being a police officer, but there was more power in the law and learning the rules to fight in it. But the classes and all of the years that it took, was enough to make anyone run away screaming. With four years down, after the end of the term, I would still have two more years to go. That did not include the time that it would take to get the experience needed to be more than a state-paid defense lawyer.

  As I listened to the professor drone on about the socioeconomic reasons for crime, I wanted to go back to bed. It had been a long night the night before and it was half the reason I was late. If it wasn’t for Glenda taking notes for me, I don’t know what I would do. She was next to me, listening with rapt attention while I couldn’t be bothered. The excitement was gone, had been for a while. I kept telling myself that I just needed a break. It would soon be time for the summer and to me, it couldn’t come fast enough.