by Carly White
“It won’t…”
She sat back as his hands pushed her down, tearing into place as they both moaned loudly. Chris’ sounded like a strangled cry and his hips moved upwards without any thought. Sandy braced herself on his chest, trying desperately not to move. Sandy felt like she had been ripped apart, but the pain was quickly replaced with a deep, aching need for more. Panting, she finally met his gaze. “It did.”
Sandy smiled for a second before his throbbing rod surged deeper. Her head fell back and she lifted up slowly, letting herself grip him as he left her. He was only halfway out before he was pulling her back down to him. She was tight, but so wet, her barrier no longer able to keep him out. She was meant for him, lovingly embracing and squeezing every inch that he had to offer. “Oh God Chris, I am coming!”
This time her orgasm was different, so much fuller, taking away all thought from her mind and breath from her lungs. Chris helped her descent over and over again. All she could do was hold on as he started to drill her from below, his hands moving her up and down on him as if she weighed nothing. His own need was pushing him higher and each spasm through her, made his body release. Groaning, his hot seed spurted deep against her womb.
Sandy collapsed on his chest. He moved her off of him, pulling out of her red love tunnel. She was panting and curled in against him. Chris wanted to lay there forever, satisfied so much more than just a sexual release. He felt like he had given her part of his soul in the middle of it and now he wanted to stay with her. But his mind went to Wade. It would mean the end of them and it was a hard pill to swallow, but it had to be done.
He waited until she was asleep next to him before he disentangled himself from her soft body. Chris looked back one last time, wondering if he would ever see her again. The very thought that he wouldn’t, almost pushed him back into bed with her. But he had to go. It had been too many years planning what he would do to the man that ruined his life. It was his right to seek vengeance.
Chapter 8
Chris didn’t want to leave her but he had to, even though it was one of the hardest things he had ever had to do. After what had just happened between them, Chris wished that he was the man he used to be. Before Wade ruined his life and killed his cousin. Chris wished more than anything that he could just let it go and walk away. Go back to the small hotel room and wake her up, sliding himself home in her silken folds.
Instead he went towards the gated community. He was not alone, several of his men from the gang with him. It was almost dark when they got close enough to see the man’s house. While Chris had the code, he wanted to make sure the place wasn’t packed like it was last time, so they were coming in from the rear by the back gate.
As soon as the house came into view, everyone there knew that there was not going to be any reckoning that evening. The man’s house was surrounded by police cars and as they watched, several men were taken into custody, including Wade. It was mixed feelings as he watched them get led away and put into the back of a cop car. It didn’t look like something small and temporary. There were far too many police officers there. It was obviously a concerted effort on the police’s side.
Vin grabbed him back and cursed. “Fuck Chris, what is going on?”
He didn’t know. It was a strange feeling. The man he hated was so close, yet so far away at the same time. There was no telling what was going on or how long Wade was going to be gone. “We need to get out of here Chris. There are cops everywhere.”
Chris pulled back, but knew that his friend was right. It wouldn’t look good, them outside of his house. If they hadn’t been so busy with Wade and his many armed men, they probably would have seen them. Chris followed Vin and the others down the embankment and back to their bikes.
“You coming over Chris? See if we can figure out what is going on?”
He shook his head, he wasn’t sure. Then he remembered that Sandy was still back in his bed. “No, I am going back to the motel for a bit. I will call you in a little while. See if you can figure out what happened.”
Vin agreed, but wondered what it was that was more important than getting this straightened up. “Alright man, call me when you are ready to figure this out.”
He said he would and drove back to the small motel in a daze. Chris was almost convinced that she would be gone, but when he opened the door, she was just how he had left her. Chris hadn’t been gone long after all.
Sandy started to stir when he shut the door. He passed her phone and she had almost ten missed calls. There was an urge to see who was calling her so much, but he made himself look away. “It looks like you have some missed calls you might want to get. I don’t want someone worrying about you.”
She smiled up at him and for a second he couldn’t breathe. As soon as she saw the phone though and went through the missed calls, her smile had died. Getting up out of bed with only her skirt on, someone so modest hours before, didn’t seem bothered that she was practically naked.
“What happened?”
Sandy sat down on the edge of the bed, listening to whoever it was on the other side. “No. I am fine. I wasn’t home.”
“Okay thanks.”
She hung up and just sat there for a moment. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I just heard some bad news, but I knew it was coming.”
“You know about your father getting arrested?” He was shocked, but not as shocked as she was.
“How did you know about that?”
“Because I was here to see your father.”
“Well I am sorry Chris. He did something horrible and I wasn’t going to let him do it again. So I made sure he couldn’t.”
“What did you do?”
She looked down and the guilt rushed in. “I made sure he couldn’t do it to anyone else and ruin anymore lives. You have no idea what kind of man he is Chris.”
“I came here to kill your father. He killed my cousin, had me framed and that is why I am here Sandy. I do understand.”
“He is not a problem anymore. He will go to jail for a very long time.”
“How do you know that he won’t just buy his way out of it?”
“Because I know. There is an eye witness and he won’t do anything to her.”
“How do you know?”
“I just do.” Sandy didn’t want to talk about it anymore. She had put her father away for probably the rest of his life and she had to, but she didn’t want to think about it anymore. In a way she had saved him though. Chris would have gotten what he wanted. She had saved them both, though neither one would ever know it and her father would hate her for it.
“Can’t we just go to bed?”
“Bed?”
“That’s what you want to do isn’t? I hear you have been locked up for a while. Figured that would make you due for some more.”
His eyes darkened and the look sent a shiver through 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.”<
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“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?”
He laughed and slapped me on the back before walking off. “I told you she was off limits.”
I heard his voice, but didn’t look back over, too wrapped up in the woman in front of me. My jealousy was gone, but Nick was right. There was no way that I could ever be anything to her. I was the star quarterback and though my time in school was ending and I was on my way to the NFL, the coach was like a second father to me. I had been playing for him for almost four years and I knew how protective he was of his daughters. It now made sense why no one ever seen them at games. They were too pretty and they would have been a target for guys like me.
I didn’t want to think that I couldn’t have her, already taking her several times in my fantasies. There was nothing wrong with thinking of it, though even that made me feel a slight twinge of guilt. If her legs weren’t so long, chest so bouncy, I may have been able to ignore her, but I couldn’t. Women like her were made to be looked at, I was sure of it.
Getting back to practice, I got sacked twice when my attention was taken away from the game and to the sidelines. The two girls that were with her had went to sit in the nearby stands, while the father and daughter seemed to argue about something. I wondered how old she was. If she was in college, she was old enough, but she didn’t look much older than that. I tried to remember Steve talking about how old they were, he had three of them, but I couldn’t remember.
She was getting more upset and I could hear her tone rising, but not the words that she was saying. It was clear she wanted something and her father wasn’t so enthused about it. I wanted to get closer and hear what it was about, but I knew better.
Out of nowhere, the ball hit me in the chest and I grabbed it out of reflex. Seconds later I was being tackled by two of my teammates. When I cursed them, I was told to pay attention. I nodded, letting them know that I was in the wrong, but I looked back to what was distracting me. The pair was gone and I felt a sinking in my stomach for a moment. What was it that the woman had over me? I have never even spoken a word to her, yet I was already enduring physical discomfort in her pursuit.
I tried to ignore the sidelines and the door going into the building as much as I could. I did a good enough job that I didn’t get plowed over again, but there was still the constant cast of my eyes in that direction. I was saddened when I didn’t see her again. Looking around, it was Nick that ran into me, laughing at me really. “You are going to get yourself killed by the coach or on the field. Pay attention.”
I nodded and mumbled something that even I didn’t understand. “Are you going to tell me that you didn’t find her hot? In that school girl outfit, it did nothing for you?”
“Well hell yeah, but like the two with her, they are all off limits. Beyond the fact that they are from Carvor Prep and won’t look at you anyways, she is the coach’s daughter. Don’t screw up your chances at pro because you want to look under her skirt.”
I knew he was right, of course I did. How could I not? But that didn’t change the fact that it was all I wanted to do and the more I thought about it, the more I didn’t care who her daddy was. I looked back one last time as we were lining up. Lana was coming out of the office with her father in tow and it looked like she had gotten her way. The coach was frowning and she was smiling. I couldn’t help but smile with her and then I heard Nick in front of me and decided that I didn’t want to cause any attention to me.
The coach moved to the team and yelled for a few minutes. We had a game the next day and there was the where and when to meet. I was riding in with Nick instead of taking the bus. Coach Steve frowned upon it, but like most everything else in my life, football made it a little easier. He could buckle down and make me take the bus, but he wanted to keep his quarterback happy. Like most older men that played the sport at one point, he spent the rest of his life living the thrill through others. Coaching gave him that thrill and he was more worried about winning then the players were.
I walked up to him after practice, my eyes scanning behind and beside him but the raven-haired beauty was gone.
“What do you want Curt?”
“I was wondering if you had any tips for Lakeview. Last time we played them it didn’t end so well and there is supposed to be recruits in the stands tonight.”
“I thought you already got an offer.”
I nodded, “Several, but I am hoping that Nick does as well.”
Steve sized me up. He knew that I was not telling the truth. It would have helped if I could keep my eyes from looking for her, but I was unable. “You know that Nick isn’t going to get one Curt. Sometimes you have to leave behind some of your life. He is going to be one of them that you have to let go. We have talked about it before.”
His tone had taken on more of the fatherly quality and I knew that he didn’t see through me. He thought I was worried about Nick, which I was. Nick was mediocre and while I was going on to the big times, he was going to have to actually use his degree to get some kind of job, always wishing that he could still be playing. I felt the same honor that I would be able to go on and do what I love for a few more years. Playing into that, I used his tender heart to get an invitation to dinner.
It didn’t happen often and I was surprised. I was more interested in who else in his family was going to be there, but I didn’t ask. I knew when not to push it and that was one of those moments.
“Thanks Sir. I will be there at five. I still remember the cake your wife brought in for championship.”
“Lavie is a good cook, part of the reason I married her.”
The other reason was she was fine as hell. There was no secret where the daughters got their looks and it wasn’t from the blonde hulk of a man in front of me. I told him I would see him later and walked away with a little more hope for meeting Lana I person. I was tired of seeing her from afar. I knew that if I just met her, maybe the strange pull I had to her would go away. I would realize that she wasn’t as great up-close and that would be the end of the obsession I felt for her.
This is what I told myself anyways.
Chapter 2
Lana
“I hate when you have your sports buddies over Dad. All we are going to talk about is sports for the next hour.”
“It won’t be so bad. It is all I talk about anyways. If you want to go to the party tonight, then you have to be nice and respectful for our guest.”
“Why him? You never bring home any of the players before.”
“This one is special. Just be nice Lana. That is all I am asking.”
I nodded that I would, though I would have much rather been anywhere else but there. M older sister was staying there while she was in town and the two of us never really got along. I didn’t like or trust my older sister and even though I hadn’t seen her in a year, I could have went longer. “First Jessa and now some jock from work. You are just trying to ruin my day.”
I knew that I was complaining too much, but it was too much. Jessa was already upstairs and I knew that she was going to be the same Jessa that I knew and rightly couldn’t stand. The fake smile when she had walked in didn’t fool anyone but father.
“Don’t be so dramatic Lana. Sometimes you are a little too much like your mother.”
Lavia nudged him as she set dishes on the table for me. She had heard it all. “You told me that you hoped we would have daughters just like me once.”
“That was before we had three. They got more and more stubborn as time went on too.”
As I saw them together, it was what every girl wanted. My parents had that lasting love and even after 25 years, they were still in love as they had been in the beginning. Their children however, were not so lucky in love. I wasn’t really looking to be honest, but my sister Jessa had been for a lo
ng time and she was still single in her mid-twenties. We all felt the pressure with the long looks to start a family and have grandkids. I walked away from their arguing, knowing it was going to somehow lead to them making out.
I heard the knock at the door and started towards it. When I opened it, I just stood there for a moment before I moved aside to let him in. I imagined that this was Curt and he definitely had the beefy jock look going on. His blonde hair was short, skin tanned and he towered over me in front of the door. I was still standing there with the door open.
He was just looking back at me, his brown eyes calling to me in such a way. “Curt, right?”
“Yes and you must be Lana.”
“Must be.”
It was strange how he said it and as he moved closer, I wondered for a moment what he was doing. He closed the door, leaning in and pushing it from my hand. Curt was just too close suddenly and I took a step back to find my back against the now closed door. My reaction seemed to surprise him as much as it did me. “Sorry, I just didn’t want you to be cold.”
“Thanks. Welcome Curt. You can leave your jacket there.”
I walked back through the foyer and into the large dining room. Everyone was starting to get settled and I saw the look that Jessa was giving him. When she looked over at father and nodded, something between them past and I wondered if this was a set up for her. It would make sense as Curt was older, but there was something in me that wanted him for myself.
While having to go to an all-girls school could be a drag, there was nothing worse than the lack of boyfriends. I had a few outside of college, but I was pretty sure of the reason that my parents had agreed to pay my tuition if I went. Jessa had smeared the family name with her antics when she went to college for the first time. She never did actually graduate though. Instead she would drop out and start another course. She was finding herself and I didn’t want her to try that with Curt.