ROMANCE: BAD BOY ROMANCE: M.V.B. - Most Valuable Baby (Sports Secret Baby Romance) (Contemporary Interracial Pregnancy Romance)

by Lexi Ward

  I went upstairs throwing off the robe and then jumping into the shower with the scalding jets hitting me from both sides. They were perfect to massage my skin in a way that had me sighing with contentment. I had my eyes closed and the water was making me feel like I was in my own personal haven, away from the real world.

  This bathroom was my home away from home. It even had a sunken tub overlooking the water crashing onto the shore outside. I flung open the balcony and I went into certain poses like the downward dog in the buff. It didn’t concern me that there was a man downstairs. He would find this exceptionally erotic. I was just stuck in my ways and this was how I woke up and faced the new day.

  “The tea is ready and if it matters my shoulder is still killing me.” I heard his voice echoing to where I was standing in my master bedroom.

  This guy was getting to me, but I wasn’t going to do anything to shine a light on my obvious need for physical relief. He was a stranger, but I was already undressing him with my eyes. I’m sure that he did the same thing.

  I put on my prerequisite white pants and the shirt to match. I walked out of my bedroom and suddenly remembered that I didn’t put on any underwear. I was going commando. I was this close to going back in and changing, but then I figured what the hell. It wasn’t like I was flaunting myself in front of his face.

  I came downstairs and found him sitting at the black marble island in the middle of the kitchen.

  He was full of himself, but his broad shoulders and his muscular frame really was something to marvel at. I could only imagine what he would look like out of that designer blue cobalt shirt. His muscles were stretching the material. If he flexed the material would rip right off of him like the incredible hulk.

  I motioned for him to come with me and he followed like I was handling an unseen leash attached to a collar around his neck.

  “I’ve always been a big believer in what you do. I just never found anyone that was worth their salt. The massages I’ve had in the past felt nice, but I need more of a healing hand. I hope that what I have heard about you hasn’t been exaggerated.” I heard the rustle of clothing and I turned and bumped into the naked man. “I didn’t know what your protocol was, but I figured that no clothes was better than any at all.” I took a moment with my eyes wide to survey this new manly landscape. If he was going to show it, then I was obliged to look.

  I swallowed hard, licking my lips and feeling a need to reach out and touch him. “You can…ahem…lie down and I’ll just get a bottle of the good stuff.” I had brought my bag of goodies downstairs. I had a specific oil that was perfect for muscular pain. I turned back around and he was already lying there with his hard packed cheeks staring me right in the face.

  “This condition has been a problem for quite some time. I would massage myself, but I wouldn’t even know where to begin. I’ve tried just about everything including massage pads and hot and cold compresses. I’m literally at my wit’s end. I don’t want this to make me retire earlier than expected. I know that I have many years left to give to this favorite American pastime.” I rubbed my hands vigorously to warm the oil and then placed them on his back. “Damn…that’s nice and warm. You really do take your profession seriously and it shows in your bedside manner.”

  “I have a few techniques I’ve used in the past with some success. This oil is specially made to penetrate into your muscles where it’s going to do the most good.” My hands moved down over his body, hearing him sigh and show appreciation for what I was doing. “I know this is going to sound like a way to drum up business, but I believe that you’re going to need to see me at least once a week. I would suggest more like twice, so that you can fully feel the effects. This will probably even help your game.” I didn’t have any idea of what his position was, but if he was that famous then he had to be a quarterback.

  “I figure you don’t know much about the sport. It would be nice that you had some idea of what I put my body through every day. It’s not a prerequisite, but I do feel slightly disappointed.” He only wanted me to bend over backwards, literally, to please him. I felt his attitude and that sexual tension in the air that I could cut with a knife. “Most of the girls that I date and sleep with are really into football. They fall over themselves trying to get an autograph. When they realize that they have a chance, they don’t back down, until I give them what they want.” He didn’t have to tell me any of this, but I think that he was doing it to try to get underneath my skin.

  “I think that you’ve been dealing with a lot and what you don’t need right now is a game of mattress tag. When I’m done with you, you’ll be feeling 100 times better. It will last for a few days and then you’ll need a refresher. I do want to make one thing perfectly clear. Nothing more than what I’m doing is going to happen between the two of us. You’re not my type. I’m not saying that to put you down. I’m just saying that I’m not interested.” My lips were drawing me to him and I wanted to kiss him all day. I’d never felt so overwhelmed. I was literally ready to straddle his body and give him something else to think about.

  “I can’t say that I’m not interested. From the moment that you opened the door, I had designs on getting you naked as soon as possible. I thought you were going to be like all the rest, but I see this is not just a casual pastime to make money for you. You really do have your patients’ best interest at heart. There’s nothing that I would change about you or how you are handling your business.” I wanted to treat him to the whole experience. It was his shoulder that was in need and I had already taken care of that. There was a big part of me that wanted to run my hands over his body and he was in a unique position to let me do whatever I wanted.

  I moved my hand down to the small of his back. His ass moved, until it was slightly arched. I squeezed those cheeks and worked my way down over his legs and back up the other way. I made a gasp of approval at seeing something that was dangling between his legs. This thing had its own zip code and it wasn’t even completely hard yet.

  I turned away and used the distraction of the sound of the waves to bring me back to reality. I was not going to get caught up in some kind of love affair with a football player that had no respect for women. He would sleep with them, but according to Emilio, he wasn’t much for making a commitment.

  “Well…that was absolutely amazing and I thought for sure that you were going to make me fall asleep.” I heard him behind me and I felt something nudging the back of my pants. “Excuse me; sometimes it has a mind of its own.” I casually turned and I didn’t want to look at it, but it was right there.

  “You can…oh my….is it hot in here? Get dressed and I will see you in three days.” I’d almost choked on the words, but I was able to remain detached. He still stood there without any kind of shame. He was enjoying making me feel uncomfortable. His cock was ramrod straight and had a slight curve that most likely could hit the exact spot that would make me scream in ecstasy.

  “I could get dressed, but I don’t think that is what you really want. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his hot shaft. My fingers curled around it instinctively and I gave him a few tentative jerks, before I pulled my hand away like I was touching a hot poker. “Come on, stop playing these games and let’s do something that will put a smile on both of our faces.” I was staring at him, quite shocked by his behavior, but then again I had been warned that he was a man that liked to go after the unattainable.

  I walked away with him hot on my trail. He probably thought that I was going to lead him up to the bedroom for a marathon sex session. Instead, I took the high road and opened the door and motioned for him to leave. He looked at me to see if I was serious. My stern expression told him that this was not a battle that he was going to win.

  “I will wear you down and it’s just a matter of time before we are twisting in the sheets upstairs.” He was very sure of himself and probably had personal experience in dealing with an ice princess. He walked out. I wanted to scream to him to take me and make me his, but I didn’t
dare walk down that path.

  CHAPTER THREE

  For three days, I waited to see him again and I had even gone so far as to watch some of his plays on television. He moved like a gazelle and the very idea that he had that kind of agility and stamina had me almost panting like a dog in heat.

  I went about my daily business, but there were times during the sweltering nights that I had to take matters into my own hands. I had one toy in particular that somewhat mimicked the very shape and size of what Anderson Parker had in his possession. He didn’t even tell me his name and I had to find out after he left. Nobody had ever left me speechless enough that I didn’t even ask for introductions. He was the type that could breathe me back into life. In his presence, I was drowning, and keeping my head above water was taking an effort. I wasn’t sure how long I was going to be able to keep going.

  “You’re not exactly yourself today. Something is distracting you and you may as well tell me, because you know that eventually you will. Let me guess, it has something to do with a certain football player that my husband Emilio sent to your door?” I looked at Michelle and she had this knowing smile like she had some idea of what I was going through.” He is a little hard to resist. If I were single, I probably would take a shot at him myself. He has come over on various occasions. Being a little bit more amorous is not something that he shies away from. He knows that he’s putting me in a tough spot, but he doesn’t care. Emilio walks in and shakes his head in disbelief.”

  I was waxing my board and she was doing the exact same thing that I was. There was something else that I would’ve liked to wax. Whatever he was doing in the gym had sculpted him into the perfect man. He must’ve gone to some tropical getaway recently, because his skin had this bronze sheen that was making it hard for me not to do something that wasn’t entirely professional.

  “I don’t know what I’m going to do, Michelle.”

  “I suppose it depends on what you’re looking for. If you want something long term, then I can’t say that he’s the right guy for you. If you’re looking to get one out of the chamber, then that’s another story altogether. I’ve heard from previous lovers that he is demanding and knows how to take what he wants. I got this feeling that some of those girls didn’t exactly tell me everything. They were probably a little embarrassed by how easily he had turned them into complete sluts.” I thought that I would know better than to get involved with one of my clients. I knew that there was no such thing as forever, but I thought that I was strong enough to resist just about anyone.

  “In the last three days, I have asked myself that very question over and over again. I think about what it would be like to be with him for one night. I think about the aftermath and how he would walk out and not even grace me with a phone call afterwards. I don’t want to be a skid mark or that notch on his belt. He probably feels that I’m some kind of challenge. He is damned and determined to make me see him in a different light.” Once in a while, I would ask myself why I didn’t just succumb. It would feel good to be with him, but would it be worth it in the end, to be left stranded like a hit and run accident victim?

  “Elizabeth, I can’t tell you what to do. I can only give you my unbiased opinion. You obviously have some strong feelings. You’re gonna have to decide if that is only physical. There’s nothing wrong with taking somebody pretty back to your bedroom and showing them what kind of woman they’re dealing with. We’re both in our early thirties and we may not be cougars, but we do feel the need to prowl. You can look, but you give Anderson an inch and he will take a mile. I even found him in my kitchen completely naked.” That was reminding me of how he stood behind me with his cock like a divining rod placed up against my buns.

  “I get this feeling that there’s still room to grow with a certain part of his anatomy. I’m afraid of how easily I will give in to him.” She was smiling like she wanted to live vicariously through my experiences with him. “Damn…you want me to sleep for him, so I can give you all the blow by blow details. You’ll take that excitement and you’ll grab Emilio and turn him into a puddle of sex. He won’t even know what’s happening and you’ll become some kind a whirlwind and force of nature and will knock him on his ass.”

  “I don’t think that there’s anything wrong with a healthy fantasy life. If you get something from it and I get something from it, where is that hurting anyone?” She did make a valid argument and one that I was hard pressed to debate.

  “You’ve been a horny fuck ever since I met you. I would think Emilio should count himself lucky that you settled down. From the stories you’ve told about your past indiscretions, I have to say that I’m a bit impressed that you were able to take all that pent up sexual frustration and direct it on one man.” I looked at my watch and I could see that it was rapidly approaching 10:00 AM.

  The tempo of my heart had begun to beat just a little bit quicker knowing that he was going to be in my vicinity. Being in my gravity would make us that magnetic force.

  “Being dead serious, I’m just going to tell you that you should be careful and know exactly what you’re getting yourself into. You can try and take it slow, or throw caution to the wind with the metaphorical champagne glasses being thrown into the fireplace.” She followed me up with her wet suit down around her waist and that white bikini top showing off her obvious endowment. I had on a yellow top the barely contained my C cups. The material only covered what was necessary. The rest was left to be scrutinized underneath the watchful eye of any man.

  “Two lovely ladies and both have seen me naked.” Anderson was standing there looking every bit as delicious as he did three days ago. I’d used his image to fuel my fantasies. I had to admit the very idea of letting him into those locked gates between my legs was only making me willing to give him the key.

  “I want you to be nice to my girl, Anderson. Don’t make me knock some sense into you. Being with Italian blood, I can be quite the ball buster.” I was thankful that she was willing to stand up for me, but it wasn’t necessary. I was my own woman and if I decided to sleep with him, then that would be my decision to make. I could see it happening. The thought of climbing on top of that was making me giddy with anticipation.

  “You’re no fun, Michelle. Then again, I’ve heard of some of your exploits in the bedroom with Emilio…hot…hot…and so fucking hot.” He did that to make her blush and it had the desired results. “Don’t worry, he didn’t go into explicit detail, but I could fill in the blanks where he left off.” She playfully punched him on the shoulder and he feigned feeling a bit of pain. “Why don’t you stay and make me the filling in the sandwich.” We both gasped and he laughed out loud at our discomfort. His appalling attitude notwithstanding, he was still the way that every man should look like. Imposing and intimidating was what he was good at.

  Michelle with her newly shorn short black hair walked away and then stopped momentarily to glance back to see that he was cocking his head to the side. “Keep your eyes where I can see them. You really are incorrigible and maybe that’s what gives you that cute factor.” She backed away with her one finger wagging back and forth to deny him another chance to look at her well defined posterior.

  He turned abruptly and grabbed me by the shoulders. “For god’s sake tell me that you get to touch that.” He let go and dropped his pants in that order. His jeans were around his ankles with his very expensive black silk underwear. He stepped out of them and then climbed up on the table in the same position that he was in the other day. The only big difference was that he was lying there on his back and not on his stomach.

  I could take in every detail of his manhood. The way the vein in the back seemed to be more pronounced. The head flared like some kind of beast that was about to be unleashed.

  “I thought we had an understanding. This is not how I work and I prefer that you turn over and stop playing these games.” I was putting my foot down, but my tongue was literally hanging out of my mouth in absolute shock. He smiled and flexed the piece of pipe,
showing how it could grow and balloon with just a very mild concentration on his part. “That’s not fair and you know it. Try and be good. I know how hard that is for you.”

  “I don’t know what you’re referring to. I’m just laying here waiting for you to get down to business.” I’d seen revealing photographs of him on the Internet. The funny thing I found was that I was more excited by seeing him on the field. It was like watching magic personified. “Just because you are excited doesn’t make that my fault.” He was really asking for it, but there’s no way that I could manhandle him. The very image of him pushing me around in various positions had me practically salivating at the chance to go further than a professional exploration.

  “You know as well as I do that you’re doing that on purpose. I can’t work on your shoulder in this position, no matter how much I would like you to stay that way.” I caught myself, but my slip of the tongue had not gone unnoticed by Anderson.

  “Fine, but don’t think for a second this is over.” He turned over and the sight of his tight end was almost as exciting as what was on the other side. I’d always been an ass woman and this guy had the kind that you could bounce a quarter off of. “You know what kind of effect you have on females in general. I’m sure that there are even a few guys that wouldn’t mind seeing you take down those tight pants on the field just a little.” He shifted uncomfortably. I guess he didn’t have any bisexual tendencies that he knew of.