Romance: Bad Boy Romance: Rough Play - A British Football Romance (Alpha Male Romance) (New Adult Sports Romance)

by Tia Siren

  But Bree did. She would know whether he was a trustworthy guy. She wouldn’t have suggested they use the apartment and say that she would stay away to give them alone time if she didn’t think it was a good idea and that Dallas could be trusted.

  At that point, Rachel wasn’t worried. There wasn’t anything Dallas could do that would offend her anyway. He was charming and sweet. She was kind of hoping they might get closer anyway.

  Closer but not too close.

  She smiled as she walked up and down the aisles.

  The books were spread on the floor and on the coffee table. Dallas was sitting on the couch, leaning over one of them, a pen in one hand and the other pointing at places in the book.

  “You have the anatomy layout sheet?” He asked. Rachel was sitting on the floor with two books and her tablet, also making notes. Several pieces of poster board sat to one side, waiting to be used. Without speaking, she reached to the side, grabbed a paper and handed it up to him. She kept her eyes on her place in the book so she wouldn’t lose it but the words blurred in her eyes when she felt his hand brush against hers. She looked up at him. He was smiling at her.

  “Thanks.” He said.

  She smiled back at him. “You’re welcome.”

  “How’s it coming along? We gonna do some cut outs or draw the pics?”

  “Are you an artist? Because I’m not.”

  “I’m not that good at drawing actually.” He admitted.

  “Well, I can’t draw a stick figure. We’ll use cutouts and paste them on the poster board instead.”

  “Makes me feel like a kid again. Using paste and cut outs.” He laughed.

  She chuckled. “Yeah, well, it hasn’t been that long since we were kids.”

  “I haven’t been a kid for a long time.”

  “I bet your mom and dad would disagree with you about that.”

  “You’re probably right about that.”

  They smiled at each other in silence for a moment. Rachel couldn’t help giggling. She looked back down at the book to hide her embarrassment.

  “Let’s take a break from this. Let’s get a drink or something.”

  Rachel pushed herself up from the floor immediately. “You want a Coke?”

  “Love one.” He responded, sitting back on the couch, stretching his arms out over it to the sides.

  She hurried to the refrigerator and pulled the door open. When she leaned over to get two bottles out, she heard a low whistle.

  She turned and looked over her shoulder at him, a smile covering her lips. “Was that you?” She asked.

  “I sure hope so.” He said. “Otherwise, you got a ghost in here, and I’ve got competition.”

  She laughed.

  She went back and sat next to him on the couch, folding her legs under her and facing him. “So tell me how your grandmother is doing.” She said, taking the cap off her drink. She took a long drink. The Coke was cool and refreshing as it went down.

  He did the same and then responded. “She’s doing good actually. As good as can be expected. Every time we think she’s taking a turn for the worse, she seems to bounce back.”

  “I hope you don’t mind me asking about her.”

  “No, not at all. I love my grandma. But she’s ready to go. She’s small and frail. And…you’ll like this…she’s a Christian, so she’s always talking about God and stuff, how she’s ready to go to her home in the sky.”

  “I’m glad to hear that.”

  “I’m sure you are.”

  “Does that bother you?”

  “Of course not!” He gave her a surprised but amused look. “Why would it bother me?”

  “Just wondering. I like my church. I like to talk about stuff like that. Sometimes it bothers people.”

  He shook his head. “She’s always been that way. So I’m familiar with it. It doesn’t bother me at all.”

  “I’d like to meet her.”

  “I’ll take you there sometime this week. Can’t wait too long. She’s ready to go even if her body keeps hanging on. Once her body is set to go, she will pass. Her mind is ready.”

  “I’m glad you choose to take care of her.”

  He shrugged. “Somebody has to help her. My aunt Lil comes to help sometimes too. She does all that intimate stuff a guy like me can’t do. You know, grandma might be old, but she deserves her dignity, right?”

  “Right.” Rachel nodded.

  “You know, you aren’t what I expected.”

  “What do you mean?”

  He reached out and brushed some of her blond hair from her cheek and ran the back of two fingers under her chin. “You’re a lot more relaxed than I thought you’d be.”

  She smiled. “I’m just a normal person. I’m not a prude, you know. I just have my standards. Morals, you might say. Values.”

  He nodded. “I get it. I do, too. But I’m glad Mr. Flynn put us together. It gave me time to meet the real you, not the…the prude I saw in class.”

  She gasped and slapped his arm lightly. “I said I’m not a prude!”

  He laughed and shrunk away from her dramatically. “Ow! Brute!”

  She threw her head back, laughing and put up her fists like she was about to fight him. “I’ll take you!” She threatened him with a smile.

  He came closer and grabbed her small fists in his hands, pulling her closer to him. They were inches away from each other, and she pulled in a sharp breath, looking up into his eyes.

  “You will?” He said softly. “Because I gotta be honest. I would let you.”

  “Would you?” She whispered.

  He moved even closer, so that when he spoke, she could feel his breath on her lips. “I would.”

  The next moment, he was kissing her. She moved into his arms and wrapped hers around his neck. Electricity ran through her and took her breath away.

  When he pulled away from her, they locked eyes.

  “You’re beautiful.” He whispered. “And smart. And…you’re awesome, Rachel. Please. Take me. I would love to be yours.”

  “Oh, Dallas. I would love to be yours, too. We are going to do so well on this project.”

  They both laughed and were kissing again moments later, the first kisses of many to come.

  *****

  THE END

  SPORTS Romance - Hard Play

  “It’s just a degree; don’t worry about it, you’ll find something good.”

  Tiffany wasn’t the best at being uplifting. In fact, she was usually quite the opposite.

  “Besides, you have Brad to keep you going anyway. When is that guy going to pop the question? You’ve been dating him since you got here; I would think almost four years would be enough time.”

  She was making a little sense on that second point, but I wasn’t interested in getting married until after graduation. It worked in my favor anyway, since Brad hadn’t even proposed at all.

  “Tiff, I know it’s just a piece of paper, and most places aren’t going to care what it says on it, but I’d like to know what I should aim for at least.”

  I sipped on the hot coffee I’d just purchased, wishing it were something a little more alcoholic. Sadly, it was hard to find good parties this late in the year. Too many students were spending their time studying just to make the grade.

  “Well, why don’t you just go to a graduate school, be a nurse or something. You’ve always been interested in helping people, right?”

  She didn’t know me at all.

  “Tiffany, I’d rather go and spend the next three years working to become a lawyer than a nurse. I’ve always thrown up at the sight of blood. Do you even know me at all?”

  She laughed in my face. I was getting used to it now, but it still felt mean spirited whenever she did it.

  “Lucy, don’t worry about it. There’s still another four months before graduation, plenty of time to decide what graduate schools to apply to, and plenty of time for that man of yours to man up and pop the question!”

  I always wished tha
t Tiffany were a little more of a realist. I doubt she really had any plans post-graduation. Her parents were wealthy, which gave her a measure of leniency that I couldn’t afford.

  “Maybe I’ll check with a guidance counselor tomorrow; there are a few tests I can take that might help me figure it out.”

  My coffee was cold, another reminder of how fast time passed. There was nothing she could say that would take my mind off this topic.

  It enveloped me, as though I were standing in the middle of a desert with a thousand directions that I could walk, but only one would lead me to a town and salvation. But, I always imagined taking the wrong path and starving in the middle of nowhere wishing I’d gone a different direction.

  Brad was normally there to hear out all my crazy thoughts and dreams. He was good to me like that, and I was good to him in every way he wanted; which usually meant doing something a little demeaning in the bedroom.

  It helped that he was incredibly smart. He was almost the top of the class and headed towards a fantastic graduate school. I was jealous; he knew what he wanted.

  “Oh, don’t look. Here comes Chris!”

  I couldn’t help my curiosity, so of course I looked.

  He was something to behold. He was tall and strong, with that perfect V-shaped upper body. His tight white shirt clung to his biceps on the verge of tearing. His gorgeous blue eyes scanned the room as he walked up to the counter to order a drink. It was almost annoying how attractive he was.

  “Seriously, Tiff. If you’re so attracted to him, why don’t you go say ‘hi’ and let him know you exist.”

  She stiffened in her seat, perking out her breasts. I almost smashed my head into the table to protest her rather barbaric display of attraction.

  “Are you joking? He probably doesn’t remember half the people he meets on a daily basis,” she said taking a nervous sip of her coffee.

  “Fine, I’ll go say hello,” I started before being pulled back down to my seat.

  “Seriously, just stay here. Maybe he’ll come this way.”

  I leaned back in my seat and stared at the ceiling. A stain caught my attention; it looked something like a giraffe which prompted a light guffaw that exited through my nose.

  “What’s so funny,” I heard a man’s voice say.

  It was Chris, naturally. He came into view while I still stared at the ceiling. I grasped the table and pulled myself up to a normal sitting position.

  “Ha, I doubt you’d really be that interested,” I said.

  “You’d be surprised what I’m interested in,” he replied.

  I leaned back and pointed up at the ceiling tile, with the stain.

  “I thought it was funny that it looked something like a giraffe,” I pointed out.

  He looked up and let out a small bit of laughter. I couldn’t tell if he was laughing at my sense of humor, or if he was joining in on the joke.

  “You’re quite a character, what’s your name?”

  “Lucy,” I replied.

  “And who’s your friend,” he asked.

  “Tiffany!” she blurted out.

  Chris stood up tall, and it almost looked like he was flexing a little more now.

  “Mind if I give you a call sometime,” he said.

  Tiffany nodded excitedly. He hadn’t really directed his comment at either of us, so it stood to reason that he was asking both of us. Tiffany whipped out her coffee receipt and scrawled her phone number hastily on the back.

  “I don’t give my number to strangers,” I said.

  “Well, that’s too bad,” he said, “it looks like we’ll have to get to know each other better.”

  I wanted to think he was flirting with me, but he was looking at Tiffany the entire time. I sipped at my cold drink, and it was as disgusting as I imagined it would be, but the temporary relief of having to hold up my end of the conversation was welcome.

  “Chris,” the barista shouted while placing a drink on the counter.

  “Pleasure meeting you two, maybe we’ll talk later.”

  He sauntered off to his drink to be joined by a couple other rather fine specimens of manhood.

  “I’m freaking out, Lucy,” Tiffany started to say, “He has my number! I hope he calls. I hear he’s amazing in bed.”

  “Says who,” I asked.

  “Says nearly every girl that’s gone to a football game this season,” Tiffany replied.

  “Thank god I didn’t give him my number. I’m perfectly happy with Brad.”

  Tiffany tossed her drink in the bin behind her.

  “I don’t know how you can drink cold coffee; it’s not right.”

  “It’s hard to deny something you already have,” I replied.

  “Well, you should start learning that sometimes, it’s better to enjoy new things you might hate. You never know what you’ll find you like.”

  “Are you saying I should break up with Brad?”

  She started laughing.

  “No, I’m saying cold drinks are terrible, and I want you to buy me something I haven’t tried, yet. You did say that you’d buy the coffee if I helped you figure out where to go after college.”

  “If only you were helpful,” I said as I stood up and headed towards the counter.

  2.

  I wasn’t exactly living with Brad, but it felt like I was. I spent more time at his modest apartment than I spent in my own room. He didn’t seem to mind at all.

  “Hey Brad,” I said walking into the apartment.

  Nobody responded. I dropped my things on the couch and started thinking of ways I could surprise him. I wondered if he’d like me lying in bed, waiting for him to return. Or I could make his favorite food and give him something to enjoy, first.

  I couldn’t decide so I just went with a classic. I started to strip down, leaving a small line of clothes that led toward the bedroom.

  He usually would get revved up by the time he entered, and I’d be ready to surprise him. But, when I opened the door to the bedroom, I was the one surprised. He was already here, and he smiled brightly at me.

  “Hey, babe,” he said.

  The only thing covering him was a blanket, and it looked like he had just left the gym as a thin sheen of sweat covered him.

  “Looks like you wanted to get things started quickly,” I said, removing the last of my clothing and maneuvering towards the bed.

  “Oh, you know it,” he replied.

  I started to climb onto the bed until I heard a noise behind me. I spun my head to find the source. A girl, whom I didn’t recognize, was tip-toeing from the closet.

  “Are you kidding me?” I said.

  She started to move a lot faster, carrying her things with her as she sprinted to the exit. She was quick, and there was no way I’d catch her. So, I turned back to the real culprit.

  “Brad, what the hell?!” I shouted.

  “Okay, I can explain-”

  “Explain what? There’s a naked girl carrying her clothes down the hallway.”

  “Yeah, but it’s not what it looks like,” he replied

  “What does it look like,” I asked sharply.

  Brad studied my expression and realized there was no way he’d be getting out of this. His silence said enough.

  “I thought so,” I said as I started to get dressed.

  “Lucy, can we just talk this out?” he pleaded

  “Sure, start talking,” I said as I seethed with rage.

  He paused a moment, trying to get his thoughts together.

  “Okay, I met her about a week ago. She’s a transfer student, new to the campus. I was showing her around, and she started coming on to me,” he said.

  “So you decided it would be a good time to sleep with her?” I asked.

  “It’s not my fault.”

  “Goodbye, Brad,” I said, angrily.

  “Wait, Lucy!” he shouted at me as I flung the front door open.

  “What,” I said.

  “Okay, you have every right to be angry. I messed up.
I hope we can, at least, talk about this soon. I don’t want to lose you,” he replied sheepishly.

  I fumed with rage just looking at him. But, the memories of all the great times we’d had together were also there. The nights we’d held each other during the rain; the days we ate ice cream and cookies until we couldn’t stand up, all those memories were there.

  I wanted to hit him for the slap in the face he’d just handed me. He didn’t even have the guts to own up to his mistake and accept his punishment.

  “Brad, I’m a forgiving person,” I said.

  His tenseness seemed to relax, and he exhaled out. A smile started to form at the corner of his lips.

  “Not this time, though,” I added, “I thought that you were a great guy. It turns out I was wrong.”

  I slipped on my other shoe at the door and tried to sort out my attire, straightening what I could, but my brain was too rattled to manage.

  “I’ll come get the couple things I left here when I manage to calm down. Goodbye, Brad.” I said.

  I walked away in a fit of rage. He didn’t have anything to add, and that was good. I don’t know what else I would have said, but I know it wouldn’t have been nice.

  Twilight was falling over the campus, and I would have to sleep in my own bed tonight. It had been a while, and I wondered what my roommate was doing.

  What I really wanted to do was break something.

  3.

  A sock on the door only meant one thing; Tiffany was getting laid. What else was I to expect from one of the most promiscuous girls on campus?

  I remembered there was a bar just down the street that we used to visit on Friday nights from time to time. I couldn’t remember the name, but a drink just sounded good right now.

  Even though I was angry at Brad, it was incredibly hard to keep my thoughts off him. He was the dumbest guy I knew, giving up so easily on such a great relationship for a fleeting one night stand.

  I wondered who the girl was. Was she prettier that me? Was I just not that interesting anymore? Had we really told each other all our stories and become a boring couple? I couldn’t fathom whatever reason he had. Maybe it was just his twenty-two-year-old hormones taking over and ruining the one good thing he had.