The Balled And The Beautiful: A College Sports Romance Story

by Chance, Nicole

  He slid his tongue lower, toward her entrance, and glanced up at her with dark humor in his brown eyes. He shoved his tongue inside her, and she cried out at the delicious sensations he stirred within her. He pressed his thumb against her clit and moved it in slow circles as he wriggled his tongue within her.

  Pleasure engulfed her like a wave of fire and heat. She cried out his name and dug her nails into his shoulders. She’d never experienced anything so powerful before. It was as if Rafe knew exactly where and how to touch her.

  She lay back on the bed panting. All she could do was stare at the ceiling in wonder.

  Rafe pulled away from her, and she immediately missed his closeness. When she glanced his direction, she watched him climb to his feet, his jutting erection came into view and she clenched her thighs closed, unsure how she’d fit all of him inside her.

  “Too late for that now, sweetheart,” Rafe said, placing his hands on her thighs and nudging them back apart. “I’ll go as slow as I can for you to get used to me.” He grinned at her and scooped her up, placing her more in the center of the bed. When he’d resituated her, he positioned himself between her legs. “Tell me you want this.”

  Her voice cracked a little from the screaming. “I do. I really do.” She started to bite her lip again, but he leaned into her claiming her mouth in a scorching kiss. She moaned and tasted herself on his lips as his large tip pressed against her entrance and began easing inside of her inch by inch.

  He stretched her until she wasn’t sure this would work, but each time it became a little much, he’d slow down as if able to sense her unease and wait for her to acclimate. Soon their bodies were pressed so tightly against one another that she couldn’t be sure where he ended and she began. His body trembled a little as if the slow pace was almost torturous.

  She arched her hips into him, and he looked down at her. “You minx.” He withdrew slowly before easing back in. The sensation of him moving within her drove her close to orgasm again quickly, which surprised her. She’d never been with anyone who gave her multiple ones, but she wondered if he’d brought her pleasure with his mouth to get her ready for him.

  She met each of his strokes, but while he was trying to be slow and gentlemanly, she could tell the effect it had on him. She wanted him to make love to her and enjoy this as much as she did. “Take me, Rafe. Let go of that firm control.” She rubbed her cheek against one his forearms near her head. “Please. I need this.”

  He groaned and stopped completely. “You can’t say that. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Emilee placed her hands against his cheeks and forced him to look her in the eyes. “I trust you. You wouldn’t hurt me.” She pulled him down for another kiss and whispered against his lips. “I trust you.”

  As if something snapped within him, he returned her kiss with such fervor she thought she might explode. He withdrew himself almost entirely before he thrust back in quicker and harder. While she might be sore in the morning, she gloried in the feeling of him ravishing her.

  He captured her screams of pleasure in his mouth as the climax overtook her again. The sound of ripping blankets followed his groan, and the warmth of his hot seed filled her.

  She leaned her head back against the comforter and stared up at Rafe. If she’d been weak from orgasm the first time, now she wasn’t sure she could move even if the building started burning down around them.

  Rafe rolled to her side and placed his hand over her stomach stroking it softly. “I’ve never experienced anything like that before.” He pushed up on his elbow. “My people mate for life. I’ve never believed in that kind of thing, until now.”

  Her heart warmed at his words. She didn’t know how she’d fit into his world, but being his mate? If she could spend her evenings curled up in his arms safe and cared for throughout the rest of her life, well, that would be heavenly.

  She placed her small hand over his. “You walking into the diner was the best thing to ever happen to me. I think... I love you.”

  He grinned at her. “I think I love you too, babe. And let me tell you this–you and I are going to be parents. I knew this from the very second you conceived. I am one happy bad-ass bear daddy!”

  *****

  THE END

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  Downed By Billions

  A Dollar Waiting On A Dime

  By Nicole Chance

  Chapter 1

  This was not the right street…

  Amanda glared down at her phone, gritting her teeth in frustration as the tiny 'no signal' indicator continued to flash. The buildings seemed to loom up around her as she glanced up from her phone nervously.

  Athens was a sprawling metropolis. The map on her phone had led her further away from the brightly lit Plaza and all its restaurants and shops–the streets had become quiet and narrow.

  She swallowed down a wave of fear. Her hands were prickly with anxiety. She tapped at the screen on her phone once more, out of frustration, but it continued to flash up at her. Glancing up from the bright and useless touch-screen, her heart raced as her eyes fought to adjust to the darkness. Shadows danced around her as she shifted nervously, her phone a tiny beacon in the night. The realization had her quickly shoving it into her pocket. Without the distracting light, her eyes would adjust to the night more quickly.

  The buildings were old and shabby, appearing to standing by a thread. The street was uneven cobblestone, gaping in places–it clearly hadn't been cleaned in months. She could still hear sounds of traffic somewhere off behind her, but she could hear nothing nearby, aside from the occasional cat yowling at the bright moon, or the shout of an arguing couple in the rooms above.

  Amanda tightened her grip on her purse, spinning on her heel to head back the way she had come. She would just head back to where she could get reception and figure out where she had gone wrong. Simple. Not a problem.

  Her stomach twisted violently when out of the corner of her eye she saw a pair of shadows break away from the deeper shadows of a nearby overhang, falling into step behind her. One of them whistled, the pitch low, but it seemed to echo around her. She forced herself to stare straight ahead, her stride lengthening, as her breath began to pant.

  The two men kept pace behind her as her heart stuttered in fear. She grabbed desperately at her thoughts as they flew through her mind, searching for anything that could be helpful. Aim for the nose. Or was it the chin? Stomp on their instep. Was she supposed to scream or not? The thoughts collapsed into a tangled mess of panic and she gave up any pretense of calm, breaking into a run. When the two men didn't increase their pace, elation flooded her, making her feel lightheaded in relief.

  But the respite didn't last long. Before she could make it even as far as the next intersection, another pair of shadows stepped into the light of the moon. The man on the left grinned at her crookedly as she skidded to a stop. She glanced back–her panic rising even faster than before as the first two men continued their approach. The smiling man cooed something in Greek, offering one of his hands to her. She winced back but immediately stumbled forward with a shriek when she came into contact with another warm body behind her. The men had caught up with her, more sooner than she had expected.

  "H
ello, princess," the man behind her teased, his English accented and rough. "You lost?"

  She shook her head mutely, taking a step to the side as an attempt to get around the man in front of her. He shifted with her, his grin only widening.

  "What? Don't have time for us? Come on princess; give us a smile. We just wanna get to know you!" A painfully strong pair of hands wrapped around her arms. She took a deep breath to scream but the smiling man slapped her, hard. The pain set her gasping, her head spinning. Her knees shook in terror and confusion and she yanked against her captor, her arms screaming at the movement. It did no good. The man’s grip only tightened as the other man pulled out a burlap sack, from his where it had been tucked into his back pocket.

  She jerked back in horror, twisting as far as she could. The movement only pressed her face closer to the cloth that was being pressed against her nose and mouth. The sticky sweet smell burned as she sucked in a breath and tears began to well up in her eyes. The world seemed to sway, and there was a ringing in her ears that set her head pounding. She held her breath for as long as she could, struggling to knock the cloth away, but the man kept it clamped tightly to her face. Her second deep breath had her blinking rapidly, fighting back the growing darkness at the edges of her vision.

  "HEY!" The sudden shout seemed to surprise them. The man holding her slightly loosened his grip, and she lurched forward. One of her arms ripped free, but as she turned to pull her other arm out of his hold, she found the world shifting beneath her, as her legs fell limp beneath her. The only thing that kept her upright was the agonizing grip of her captor.

  "Let her go." The new voice was sharp, with a vaguely English accent.

  "Get lost, asshole," the man growled. "Or my boys will have to help you on your way."

  "I said, let her go," the voice snapped again. Amanda tried to look up towards her would-be savior, but her head was heavy and her eyes didn't seem to want to open. When the hand keeping her up suddenly let go, the ground rushed up to meet her. She barely got her hands beneath her in time to keep from hitting the cobblestones.

  The sounds of a scuffle broke out around her. It wasn't like the movies, full of shouting and the sound of flesh on flesh. As she fought to look up she could only hear occasional grunts of pain and the shuffle of feet. The road was cold and wet beneath her. As a wave of nausea hit her, she gave up the fight to raise her head, letting her cheek fall to the slick stone.

  A shout of pain jerked her back from the edge of unconsciousness.

  "Bastard!" the man shrieked angrily. His voice was moving away as four sets of footsteps disappeared down the street.

  A hand pressed gently against her shoulder, and she flinched. The hand remained steady on her shoulder and the unfamiliar voice spoke again.

  "Miss? Are you alright? Can you sit up?"

  She managed to lever herself up enough to look up at her rescuer. The light of a nearby window was enough to reveal him, and she couldn't help but stare. He was lovely. His soft brown eyes were full of concern. High, sharp cheeks were flushed with exertion and full lips were open slightly as he panted. She swallowed, trying to push herself upright without looking away as her found her gaze caught up by an angular nose, square jaw and broad shoulders.

  He shifted closer. His warm heat and the scent of sweat, soap, and something indescribably masculine filled her senses. He managed to get a strong arm wrapped around her waist and together they lurched upright. Her heart thudded painfully and she looked at him again, surprised by the strength of her reaction to his touch.

  But as they stood, her world shuddered, and she could feel the blood rushed from her face. The world went dark, and the last thing she heard was his deep, rumbling voice swearing as he pulled her even closer. But the last thing she felt, was safe.

  Chapter 2

  Her head was pounding as she swam through the murky dreams of the man’s brown eyes. Her mouth felt like she had been chewing on cotton balls, and her eyes burned painfully as she fought to peel them open. Bright light blinded her, and the sounds of someone moving on the other side of the room had her tensing once more in fear.

  Where was she? This was definitely not the tiny room she had rented; the light proved that. Her tiny hotel room's only window had been directly beside the wall of the next building, so close she could have reached out to touch it… if it had not been covered by security bars. As her eyes adjusted to the bright morning light, a warm breeze swept over her from the open balcony, easing her headache a touch. The gauzy white drapes danced in the warm wind, and through the double doors she could see the spread of the city. The sun was high in the sky, and she could hear the sounds of Athens below as she stared out at the city. The Acropolis reached up from the center of it, drawing her gaze, and the absent thought that she had missed her booked tour flashed through her mind.

  Well, that was one down payment she wasn't getting back.

  Finally, taking a deep breath through her nose, Amanda cautiously pressed herself up and glanced around. The sound of the sink turning on in the bathroom had her drawing back into the surprisingly luxurious pillows stacked behind her. She glanced down, running her hands over the gorgeous white bedding absently.

  This was no bargain hotel. The room was bright and airy, decorated in the Mediterranean style of white and pastels. The bed itself was huge and unbelievable soft. A half wall separated a sitting room from the bedroom where she lay, complete with a big screen tv murmuring softly. She peeled back the covers as quietly as she could, glancing down at herself as she did. She was still fully dressed, much to her relief except for the light leather jacket she had worn the night before, and her shoes. A quick glance found them sitting nearby on another crisp white chair.

  The sound of running water stopped and she froze, fear buzzing in her veins. The man from the night before stepped from the bathroom, wiping his hands careless on a white hand towel. His expression was sober when it fell on her. Her memories of the day before were fuzzy, blurred by whatever that cloth had been soaked in, adrenaline and fear. But when he opened his mouth his voice was the same deep, rich baritone she had dreamt of all night.

  "You're awake," he greeted. "I'm glad. I was afraid you hit your head when you fell last night."

  She shook her head mutely, hands clenched in the bedding as she stared up at him. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a thin waist, but her gaze only lingered there for a moment before being swept up in his own. His brows were furrowed and he dropped the towel on a nearby counter as he made his way towards her. His eyes were the brown of fresh earth, warm and with the promise of life. She swallowed as he came to stand beside the bed, leaning down to examine her.

  She could feel her cheeks flushing as he gazed deep into her eyes, touching her chin gently and tilting it from side to side. Gentle fingers sent a fission of energy through her, and she hoped that he didn't notice her breathing speeding up.

  "Your pupils look fine. How's your head? Anything hurt?" he pulled away abruptly. He rubbed at the hand that had touched her, glancing down at it with a frown.

  "It's-" her voice caught and she cleared her throat before she tried again. "It's fine. I'm fine. I...where am I?"

  Other questions filled her mouth but she refused to let them out. 'Who are you?' was definitely top of the list, but it was quickly followed by 'Why am I here?' and 'What are you going to do with me?' He had saved her, that much was clear, but why was she here? Why hadn't he contacted the police, or the hospital? Why-

  "You're in my apartment," he replied quietly, turning and making his way to a coffee maker that was clearly eons above the one that had been tucked into a cupboard in her cheap hotel. "We were only a few blocks away when I found you, so I brought you here and let you sleep off the chloroform."

  She blinked, her slow moving thoughts finally catching up.

  Apartment? She had been so sure this had been a hotel room. Standard, though nice, furniture. Generic paintings on the walls. She glanced around surreptitiously, as he poured h
imself a cup of coffee, but it only reinforced the notion. No photos, no nick knacks, nothing at all in the way of personality. If the place hadn't come already furnished, she would eat her hat, but even so she would have expected...something. Something that could give her some kind of insight into her savior. Or her new captor.

  "Um...why?" she asked quietly. "Would you like some coffee?" he asked at the same time. She flushed as he raised an eyebrow.

  "Well, I find it wakes me up, personally," he replied glibly. She made a face at him before wincing at her thoughtless temerity.

  "Sorry," she muttered, blushing. "No, I just...I meant, why am I here?"

  The man paused, before turning and setting both mugs back onto the sideboard. He faced her again, leaning up against the counter, crossing his arms. The shift pulled his shirt tightly across his chest and biceps and Amanda felt a flush rising in her cheeks for an entirely different reason. She shoved back ruthlessly at the rogue thought; yes, he was attractive, but now was so not the time.

  "Valid question," he replied quietly. "Sorry about that.

  I'm sure it wasn't where you were hoping to wake up."

  Her traitorous brain was quick to scream the contrary. A gorgeous hotel room, a beautiful man making her coffee. In any other situation this would be her idea of the ideal vacation.

  "I'm afraid I can't tell you much. Suffice to say I can't get tied up with emergency services right now. I didn't want to just leave you laying on the street though, so I brought you here. You're welcome to use the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up and then I can call you a cab. And there is still coffee, if you want." His friendly smile was strained, not quite reaching his eyes. Amanda found herself leaning forward, curiosity chewing at her.