The End Zone: SPORTS ROMANCE (Contemporary Sport Bad Boy Alpha Male American Football Romance) (New Adult Second Chance Women’s Fiction Romance Short Stories)

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by Jenna Payne


  “Uh, thank you…I’m Melanie,” I said after we had thrown out the napkins. I offered him my hand to shake, but he completely surprised me by taking it and pressing a kiss to my knuckles. He smiled warmly and I tried to stay the butterflies in my stomach and the tingles running up my arm from his kiss. Was this man even real?

  “It is a pleasure to meet you Melanie. Next time be careful of your coffee,” he said without giving me his name. He let my hand go and with a smile he grabbed his untouched muffin and left the coffee shop. I watched him go and then shook myself before I continued replying to e-mails.

  *****

  Josiah

  Melanie went through her day alone as she did most of her days. I did not like that she quit her job, even though she was unhappy she still had interaction with others. I did not like to see her alone. The moment we had in the coffee shop she seemed frightened of me, so I tried to leave before she could find real issue with my presence. I did not know why Melanie enraptured me so. I had successfully used most of my six months on this planet to observe the many ethnicities and stations of women. My report was hopeful that Rodonian men would be able to woo human women to Rodon.

  I had returned to New York to try and track any patterns in the diversity of women and their cultures in the city with where they stood in society. I needed to complete my assessment of how I felt the human women would react to the changes of being brought to Rodon. I was learning that if they were given largely equal opportunities there would be no backlash given their Rodonian mates treated them properly. That’s when I came across Melanie. She was beautiful, like none other I’ve ever seen and I had observed many other beautiful women. She had a light about her that was almost tenfold when she decided to shake her unhappiness.

  I chose to study her in my endeavors to understand the American woman in city life. Often I would be caught by the curve of her plump lips or the fullness of her breasts. It was difficult to stay my growing affections so that I could study her. One thing I did know about Melanie was that she had no family, no friends, and no job. Though she seemed optimistic about her future, I wanted something for her that would ground her.

  I was quickly finding out that Melanie was not an accurate representative for what I was trying to seek. But as I followed her around from place to place I could not stop myself. Melanie was now returning to her home and this was where I needed to get stealthy. She was sensing my presence more and more and I had to remain unseen. As I followed her down the sidewalk that would lead to her apartment building I made sure to keep in line with other pedestrians, so that I could blend in with the crowd. When she walked into the lobby I kept my head down and rounded the side of the building to enter through the emergency exit doors. There I climbed the forty floors quickly to her hallway and I often reached her door before she did. There I picked the lock and went inside. I made sure to lock the door behind me and then I stood off in the corner I usually hovered in. I made sure to stay just out of her sight.

  Melanie returned to her home. I had hoped she would retire for the night, as it was too dark and cold for her to be out at that hour. Instead she went right into her bedroom and then crossed the hall in nothing but a towel to take a shower. The sight of her beautiful legs and the outline of her hips and round bottom stirred my thoughts and I felt the then familiar pull of arousal touch my system. It was odd, in this new body, that I could still feel arousal rush through my veins to my fingertips and toes.

  Melanie’s head was turning as she moved to open the bathroom door and I quickly sidestepped the path of her eyes. I ghosted into another dark corner and she stared at the spot I vacated for a long time, before her head turned again towards me. I quickly moved back to the other far corner of her living room and then she shook her head at herself before she went into the bathroom. I did not release my breath until I heard the sounds of the shower running.

  She would find me out soon. That much I knew. There was no more information I needed from watching Melanie. I needed to get over my silly attraction and complete my mission. I took a deep breath and then stepped forward to leave her apartment silently. But then the unthinkable happened and she stepped out of the bathroom. The shower was still running and she still had the towel wrapped around her dry body.

  I moved with the speed only my mechanical limbs could have granted me. I managed to dodge her spotting me and watched as she went into her bedroom. I took the opportunity quietly and quickly to leave the apartment.

  That was too close for comfort. I had gotten reckless and almost endangered my mission. Just like the last one I was on, I got too confident, too comfortable, and it nearly cost me my life.

  I did not need anything of the sort to happen again. I sighed to myself and thought about what humans did for fun on a Friday evening. In my time of observation, I learned that no matter the culture, race, or region, humans liked to drink alcohol. I figured a good ale was in order as I was nearing the end of my mission anyways.

  *****

  Melanie

  When I stepped out of the shower I felt that the apartment was almost empty somehow…then I realized that the presence over my shoulder was no longer there. I guess maybe I had lost it for a little while then. In any event I was glad I didn’t have the urge to look over my shoulder anymore. I thoroughly moisturized my hair to eliminate any frizz and the curls actually started to behave and tousle just how I wanted them to. After that I put on a form fitting red sweater that showed off some cleavage once I removed my scarf, and a pair of my best dark blue jeans. They showed off my butt fantastically. The khaki, heeled boots were the icing on the cake, though I didn’t wear an obvious heel because I didn’t want to come off as desperate.

  Once I was ready I headed out to the sports bar just a couple of blocks away. When I came to the English-pub-like exterior of the bar, that creeping feeling that I was being watched came back and I glanced behind me in paranoia. There was that figure across the street, just standing there staring at me. I hurried into the building and took a seat at the bar. It was kind of weird how the outside of Rick’s was decorated like a pub, but the inside was a straight up sports bar. Outfitted with pool tables, darts, and screen after screen stationed around the open space.

  The bartender slid over to take my order, he wore a charming smile and was pretty cute in a curly haired, blue-eyed, boy next door kind of way. I bet he racked up great tips with the women who did come into the bar.

  “What can I get for you gorgeous?”

  “I’ll take a Yuengling please,” I said, and the bartender was quick to get me a bottle of the lager. I perused the menu to see if they had anything I could eat that weren’t messy finger foods. The back of my neck prickled and I turned to see the guy from the coffee shop striding through the door. He navigated through the crowded dining room towards the bar. He was still wearing that dark blue fleece and those dark jeans…was he the guy from across the street? The one with the dark clothing that was staring at me?

  The more I thought about it the more I was sure this was the guy who was making me feel so paranoid, he was following me and watching me! He was the guy on my fire escape, too! I paid the bartender for my beer and then went over to where the stalker coffee shop guy sat.

  “Hey, can we talk for a minute outside please?” I asked, I was barely restraining the anger in my voice. This pervert could have seen any number of things! Who knew how long he had been stalking me!?

  The stalker coffee shop guy nodded once and stood from the stool he was sitting on. I turned and walked outside. I knew he was following me because I felt his presence close behind me. Once we were well enough away from the bar I turned abruptly and caused him to nearly run into me.

  “You’ve been stalking me, haven’t you,” I said. I didn’t exactly phrase it as a question, but the guy nodded anyways. His silver eyes were intent on mine as if he was trying to figure out what I was thinking.

  “So you’re not going to apologize? You’re just going to nod? I should call the cops
you know!” I tried to keep my voice down, but I was so pissed that this guy invaded my privacy I just wanted to let him have it.

  “I apologize for unsettling you Melanie…” he was so calm, his voice so smooth and sure, that it infuriated me further.

  “Can you at least tell me why you were stalking me?” I yelled and he glanced around at the other people passing us by. We were just another couple of New Yorkers having an argument on the sidewalk. It was mostly normal so not too many heads were turned. The guy had the nerve to take my arm and pull me in the direction of my apartment building.

  “We will talk someplace more private; there I will explain to you why I was following you,” I got a little nervous at that point. Here this huge stranger was dragging me towards a private place. Who knew what he would do to me once we were behind closed doors. I yanked my arm out of his grasp and he looked at me with slight annoyance.

  “You’re not taking me anywhere you psycho! Okay, I don’t want to know why you were following me. Just stop! The next time I see you I’m calling the police,” I turned my back on him and hurried into my building. I didn’t feel him following me and when I looked over my shoulder he was nowhere to be found. I quickly made my way up to my apartment and checked around me and over my shoulder for any signs of the stalker guy. I breathed a soft sigh of relief when I was safely locked inside of my apartment.

  When I turned from the door to face the living room I saw him sitting there on my couch. He looked at me expectantly and my jaw dropped. “How did you…how did you get in here?” I couldn’t even scream, I just stared wide-eyed and hoped like hell he wasn’t some axe murderer.

  “I managed to procure a spare key to your apartment. I can assure you that I mean no harm. Please sit so I can tell you why I’ve been following you.”

  I had just realized that he had a strange accent, and the way he spoke was almost…robotic. It definitely wasn’t casual. I put both hands on my hips and lifted my chin slightly.

  “Well go ahead and explain.”

  *****

  Josiah

  I almost smiled as I watched Melanie tap her foot impatiently on the hardwood floor. She had this pose of defiance and her expression was mostly annoyed. I figured most women in her position would be frightened, but she hid her true emotions well and seemed ready to throw me out of the window if she had to.

  “Well are you just going to stare at me or what?”

  I smirked and her glare turned into a full-on glower.

  “My name is Josiah and I have been…” I trailed off in uncertainty. I could not truly tell her everything, the very basis of my mission was secrecy. I could not go against Lord Rixon’s orders.

  “You’ve been what? Why can’t you tell me why you’ve been following me? Are you into like…human trafficking?”

  Her words made me take pause. Technically Lord Rixon did want to traffic women from Earth so that they would have Rodonian children. Melanie’s eyes widened in horror and she backed away from me cautiously.

  “No, I do not want to traffic you. I simply cannot share why I have been following you,” I admitted that much and Melanie’s wary expression turned angered and annoyed all over again.

  “That’s bullshit! You have one minute to spill or I’m calling the cops,” Melanie yelled at me, and she reached for the bag she’d dropped on the end table near the door. I leapt over the couch and crossed the short space to her within one breath. I held her wrist firmly in my hand so that she could not reach for the telephone. “What are you doing?! Let me go…” Melanie said with a bite to her tone. She looked up at me with her clear blue eyes and I saw no fear. She was fierce and determined.

  Before I could stop myself or it. I felt the all too familiar stiffening in my sex. Melanie sensed the change in me, perhaps my eyes gave it away. Her gaze became a bit confused and searching. I capitalized on her preoccupation and then leaned in to kiss her. I pressed my lips against hers and she froze for a fraction of a second before she slowly leaned against me. I held both of her hands then, my fingers laced with hers, and I moved my lips against hers as well. They were soft and smooth.

  Melanie broke the kiss abruptly and she pushed against my chest so that I would back away from her. “I don’t know…you’ve been stalking me and you just—kiss me! It’s weird, I can’t…you can’t do this!” Melanie was trying to push me away. I was through with trying to pretend I was watching her other than reasons of my attraction, I knew then that she felt it between us as well.

  “You know me; you just do not know why you feel that you do,” I said. I realized that I was perhaps projecting my own feelings onto her. But it had to be impossible that it was only I that felt that way.

  “I do know you…I just…it feels more like I recognize you. I don’t know how that’s possible,” she admitted softly as her big blue eyes stared up at mine. No matter my report to Lord Rixon, I was going to take Melanie back with me to Rodon. That was a must; I had found my mate on Earth. I bent my head down to kiss her once again and then her hands slid up my arms to grip my shoulders and I picked up her small body.

  I held her bottom in my hands while she wrapped her legs around my waist. I quickly moved with her from the front door to the bedroom and I fell with her onto the bed. Melanie giggled as we plopped down and bounced a little on the bed. The sound of the bed had riotous effects on me. Arousal pumped through my veins and my body felt hot.

  “You’re really warm,” Melanie said as her hands slid underneath the jacket I wore and met the bare skin of my abdomen. She unzipped the jacket and I stood briefly to pull it off. Melanie’s eyes roamed over every inch of bare skin. I could feel her hot gaze touch my chest, stomach, shoulders, and arms. She stood up and let her hands trace every line of my torso. My sex was swollen and I felt the need to be inside her with every breath I took.

  I bent down to press my lips to hers and I slid my tongue into her mouth. The sensation was intoxicating. I caressed her tongue with mine and she moaned softly as she swayed into me. I slid my hands beneath her sweater and pulled it off in one quick motion. Our lips briefly parted, but soon they were back on mine. She was an expert with her mouth; she kissed, licked and nibbled at my lips, driving my blood to roar in my ears.

  I sat her down on the bed and quickly undressed her until she was naked. My eyes and hands touched every inch of her beautiful body. The curve of her calves, her hips and waist. I held her breasts in my hands and became enraptured by the pinkness of her nipples. I leaned down to run my tongue around each and Melanie moaned. Her hand pushed into my hair and her back arched, granting me better access to her breasts.

  I pinched and rolled her other nipple in between my fingers and she moaned once more. I felt I was addicted to the sound and wanted to make her do it more.

  *****

  Melanie

  Josiah was devouring my breasts. He sucked on them, nibbled on them, and ran his tongue all over them. All I could do was hold onto his arm with one hand in his soft hair, and moan. He knew exactly what to do to make me moan and it perplexed me even more. How was I about to have sex with someone I just met, who I’d just accused of stalking me, but who felt as if I’ve known forever?

  It was weird, but once the anger left me I felt safe with Josiah. I felt like we’d been in each other’s presence for years. Not to mention he was sportingly sexy and was doing great things with his mouth. Josiah’s hands pushed me further back onto the bed and then he spread my thighs open. His mouth slid down from my breasts, to my belly button, and then slid down to my sex.

  My hips bucked and Josiah’s silver eyes seemed to gleam as they gazed up at me. He held my hips with his hands, and his tongue slid in between my folds and circled around my clitoris. He drew out a long moan from me and then his tongue started to flick against my clit relentlessly. I cried out and tried to move my hips so I could rub myself on his mouth. His hands held me down though and I couldn’t move much. He increased the pressure on my clit with his tongue and I arched against his mouth
.

  Pleasure coursed through my body and my sex was clenching impatiently. My nipples were hardened into peaks and they also ached for his attention. I squeezed my breasts in my hand and pinched then rolled my nipples for some sort of relief. All it did was build up to a huge orgasm that threatened to cascade over me. Josiah slid one finger into me and I clenched tightly around it which caused him to take in a sharp breath.

  Josiah hooked his finger inside of me and pressed against my G-spot. I cried out and then the orgasm rushed right through me with wave after wave of pleasure. I jerked and shook on the bed while he pulled off his jeans and shoes. He was commando underneath and the size of his cock as it sprang free was impressive.

  Josiah climbed onto the bed, between my spread legs, and he pulled me down to meet his cock. He held my legs in his hands from underneath my knees and I guided him inside without prompt. His warm cock twitched in my hand and then slid in easily, as I was soaking wet and ready for him.

  He filled me up completely and my vision lost focus at the pleasure of it. My sex clenched tightly around him and I forced myself to focus on his face. He was holding himself with tight restraint, but his eyes were practically glowing. Josiah lowered his body onto mine and he held himself up with his hands. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he moved slowly in and out of me. I was at a loss, I had never had sex that felt so good, so fulfilling before.

  His hips started to move faster against mine, and then faster still. I didn’t even have to ask him, again he just knew how I wanted him to move. I gripped his arms and held on as each thrust sent wave after wave of pleasure up and through me. My sex tightened and quivered around his cock and I knew I was going to come soon. My back arched and Josiah’s arms moved to encircle my waist and I was enveloped in his warmth. He curled over me so that I wouldn’t bear all his weight and then I was fracturing into a million pieces. The orgasm was devastating and I cried out as I shook underneath Josiah. He kept going though and soon my orgasm melded into another. Tears fell from the corner of my eyes as the pleasure grew to be almost painful, just almost.

 

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