ROMANCE: SPORTS ROMANCE: The Playmaker (Bad Boy College Football Romance) (New Adult College Alpha Male Sports Romance)

by Carly White

“Why not?”

  “Because I don’t want the blaring light in my eyes.”

  His voice sounded strained and Mara could tell something is wrong. “So is my dad prosecuting someone else that you know? Is that why I am here?”

  Grant’s face showed that he didn’t find her comment very funny, but the silence between them as she stood over his seated form made her anxious. Even in the darkness, she could feel his eyes on her. Mara opened her mouth to say something else but he said something instead, breaking the silence between them.

  “When were you going to tell me you are pregnant?”

  Chapter 7

  Mara’s face showed the shock of the suddenness of the conversation. It was not going how it had played out in her head. She had not had time to coax him into a better mood. Grant was frightful when he was angry and she had planned for them to talk a while, but she should have known better. Lance had picked her up at her OB appointment after all. The comment he had made earlier, made more sense to her then.

  “You, speechless? I never thought I would see the day Mara.”

  “Well what do you want me to say? I just found out a couple of weeks ago. I came back into town and went to the doctors, thinking I was sick and I wasn’t. I am pregnant.”

  His dark eyes bore into her and she wished that she could melt into the floor. It was hard to hold his gaze when he was looking at her in that way. “How far along are you?”

  “Why don’t you ask the question you really want to know Grant? I mean, I am here. You went and got Lance to drag me all the way down here, so what is it you really want to know?”

  Mara was getting angry with him again. He was treating her as if she was the bad guy and she’d had enough. “I want to know if it’s mine.”

  Her head nodded before she got the words out and she made sure she was looking in his eyes then. She waited for a reaction, but all she saw was something akin to relief. “I would have accepted if it was someone else’s, but I really hoped it would be mine.”

  Mara didn’t really think she had heard him right. It was too perfect. Too much what she desperately wanted him to say. “What do you mean you would have accepted it?”

  “If you were pregnant by someone else. I would have hated it, but still would have had to have you.”

  “Have me? What am I, a prize all of a sudden?”

  Lance moved quickly, pulling her down to his lap. His breath was in her ear and she shivered against him. She didn’t realize how much she had missed his arms, until that very moment. “Yes, you and the baby. You are mine now.”

  She squirmed in his lap and turned her head to look at him. “You can’t just have me. I get a say in this you know.”

  Grant shook his head. “You will give it or I will take it.”

  His mouth moved to hers and she kissed him for a moment, melting against him before she pulled away. He was playing with her and her hormones already had her on edge.

  “Are you always so used to taking what you want?”

  Grant grinned and kissed her again. “I have been known to use force if necessary.”

  Mara shivered on his lap. It was how it had all started and seemed right that it was where she was at the moment. She looked back at him. Mara did not need to be forced, her body aching for him since she had left. “What if I don’t want to be yours?”

  He stopped and pulled her head back to see her face, his hands gripping her hair. That was not what he wanted to hear. “You don’t want to be mine?”

  Hands slid between her legs, pressing against her core as her head fell back on his shoulder. Biting her lip, Mara closed her eyes. How could she deny him anything? Grant pushed against her harder, his need pressing against her backside. Mara tried to close her legs, but he had pushed his own through hers, making it impossible. She was open to his touch and had no way to stop the bombardment of caresses. His tongue and teeth on her neck, while his fingers pushed in underneath her panties.

  When his digits met her wetness, they sank deep, taking her breath away. “Yes.”

  “Is that an answer?”

  Mara couldn’t think straight, her hips sliding back and forth against his hand and hardness. She could barely hear the whisper in her ears over the roaring from her blood pounding through her veins. “Why are we talking?”

  His hands moved out from her waistband, cupping her breasts from behind with his large hands. “These are different.”

  Mara’s eyes closed with the touch. They were so much more sensitive than before and even the slightest touch sent more readiness to her core. He used his thumb and finger to pull on the tips gently through her shirt. “I remember you liked this.”

  Her head nodded, as her eyes closed once more. Her body opened up to him, her hips rubbing herself against his hardness. It wasn’t fair that she was the only one being tortured. “And I remembered you liked this.”

  Her hand moved between her legs to rub him gently before her ass moved back down to stroke him through his jeans. Grant moved his hands back down to her core, moving her own away to end his torture. Mara whimpered with the first touch on her center. Through her jeans, the pressure was everywhere, smashing her tiny hidden nub of pleasure. Again she tried to shut her legs to the pleasure, but it was impossible. Grant had taken over and was playing her body like an instrument.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  Grant’s fingers tapped on her softly, then rubbed for a moment before smacking her lightly again. It was not enough, but he would give her more, keeping her just on the edge of reason. Whimpering his name, he asked her again. “No, I want to come. It’s been a long time. I’ve been waiting for you.”

  Mara’s words made the man see red. It was all he needed to know. That she was untouched and still only his. It didn’t matter before he met her, but once he touched her, Grant wanted to forever be the only one that touched her again. He knew that if she said she had waited, she had. Now his member jerked underneath her with the idea of how tight Mara was going to be.

  Grant pushed her forward, after his fingers unbuttoned her jeans, pulling down the zipper and then the pants themselves. Grabbing her thighs and closing her legs, yanking her up, her ass was bare underneath. His touches were harder now squeezing her flesh in his large hands. The jeans stopped at her upper thighs and as he held her up with one strong arm, his other was doing more delicate work, rubbing her center once again. She was already dripping through her panties, but he wanted to push her closer still.

  Mara jerked in his arms and begged him to just take her. She was so close, but he still wasn’t ready to give it all to her. Grant wanted to be buried deep when she finally came for the first time. He wanted to feel every spasm from the inside and it was going to happen soon if he didn’t hurry up with his own clothes.

  Grant yanked on her jeans, telling her to finish taking them off. Mara slid off of his lap with weak knees, bending down only a few feet from his face as she pulled her jeans the rest of the way down. She stepped the rest of the way out of them and was pulled back down before she could even attempt it herself.

  Gasping, Mara felt him freed underneath her, hot flesh on her own wetness. Her legs moved to straddle his, opening her wide as his thighs opened up her up further. Fingers delved in, finding her soaked as the wet fabric ripped from his treatment of it. She moaned as he found her in such need. Mara was sure she was going to explode. It wasn’t just his fingers constant rubbing that drove her mad, but the hot length sliding up and against her slickness from below. He was not giving her senses a moment to calm down, driving her crazy with his touch. The house was once more filled with the sounds of her losing herself in his arms.

  “Please Grant.”

  Chapter 8

  Tilting his hips just slightly and lifting her up with a firm grip on her round ass, Grant surged inside of her as quickly as he could. Forcing all of himself as deep as he could go, he held her down as Mara started to scream and convulse on top of him. It was like music to his ears and the feel of her
wetness leaking out of her made staying still even harder. She was so wet and tight, as each spasm brought a clenching of his shaft that drove him mad. The more she tried to get away, the harder he held her still, spearing her from underneath. He was buried deep and Mara was skewered where she was.

  More begging was done, but he ignored her as his hips started to thrust up into her slowly. When Mara started to ride him, his hands moved to her covered breasts for a handle. It gave him the leverage he needed to fill her deep, losing himself as she starting to cry out again. It was too sudden, but there was nothing that could be done to stop it. Mara had always been the one to make him lose control. He couldn’t stop himself when he was with her.

  Mara fell forward as she was trying to pull him out of her. She couldn’t take any more moments with him inside of her, her walls sore and burning from no use. Catching herself on the coffee table in front of her, Grant couldn’t resist the round ass in his face, smacking her hard from behind. She gave him a surprised yelp with the contact.

  She looked back and he was already up, pointing towards her as he took a step closer. Mara wasn’t given a moment to recuperate. He was already push back inside of her and jerking her back till her soft ass smooshed against his thighs. He couldn’t be done yet. Not with her giving him such an invitation.

  ***

  Mara finally got away, fleeing away from him. She could barely keep her eyes opened as she lay back on the couch where they had ended up. She wasn’t sure how it had happened. The couch was across the room from where they had started, but she was not going to say anything. She had nothing to say as her only worry was getting her heart to stop slamming in her chest.

  “It was better than I remembered.”

  She looked over at him and smiled. Mara’s breath was finally coming out slower, but she still felt like she had just run a long, dirty marathon. She felt his hand move to tweak her nipple and she pushed his hand away. “Are you ready for more?”

  “No.”

  He laughed at how fast the answer came out. Grant was in one of the best moods he had felt in a while. He stared down at her naked body. Her modesty was gone with her satiated body and he was able to look at every inch while she laid there with her eyes closed. “You haven’t changed much. If not for your tits I wouldn’t even know you were pregnant.”

  Mara opened her eyes, moving a pillow in front of her to break his glance. He growled at her and the sound made her insides weep in ready. The sound had trained her body to prepare when he made it.

  “I thought you came here to talk?”

  “You sent your goon out for me because you wanted to talk.”

  “Well, I got sidetracked. That happens a lot with you.”

  Mara sat up, the pillow making her feel safe from his lecherous eyes. While trying to stop it, she loved the way he looked at her with lust after taking her several times in a row. It was like he just couldn’t get enough of her.

  “Well here I am. What did you want to talk about?”

  “What we are going to do now?”

  She looked at him confused. Her brain was finally starting to work again, but she didn’t know if they needed to do anything. “Well the baby isn’t due for at least five months, so there is nothing we have to do right now. We can make some decisions when the baby comes.”

  “Decisions?”

  “Like visitation and stuff like that.”

  She was getting back to her practical self and Grant moved towards her, touching her leg slightly, trying to pull her from her realism. “That’s not what I was talking about. I would have never thought I would say this, but I want us to get married, be a real family.”

  Mara looked over at him, afraid that he was just joking. It had been her fantasy since she had found out that she was going to have his baby. That they could somehow work it all out. She just hadn’t thought that it would really happen.

  “How is that going to work? Are we going to strap our baby to your bike?”

  “I have cars Mara, but I guess you are more worried about what I do.”

  She had had a lot of time to think about what he did for a living and the whole reason they had even met was because of his bad boy ways. Mara was brought into his life from kidnap. It was a story that could never be told to their grandchild. “How can we be together when you are killing people, selling drugs? I can’t have my baby around that.”

  Mara had long since remembered why it couldn’t be. His touch could make her forget for some time, but the fact of the matter was, he was a thug and there was no way that they could just pretend like he wasn’t.

  “I don’t have to do those things Mara. I never had a reason to do anything else.”

  “But now you do?”

  “You are reason enough. You disappeared on me.”

  “I thought it would be best to get out of your hair and let you enjoy your freedom.”

  “And then when you left town?”

  “Traveling. My eyes had been open how to how little I had done so far.”

  “Are you done now?”

  Mara shook her head that she wasn’t.

  “Good, let’s go for a ride.”

  “A ride?”

  “On my bike. I just realized that you haven’t even gotten to ride with me yet.’

  “Do you really think that is safe? I mean with the baby and all?”

  “I would never let something happen to you or our baby. You know that right?” Mara nodded. She did know that he was going to keep her safe. She felt safer with him with her, but Mara had never ridden a bike before. She told him her dilemma and he just insisted that now was the best time to start. Mara couldn’t disagree with his logic and found herself getting on the back of his motorcycle. One he got on in front of her, Grant didn’t have to tell her that she needed to wrap her arms around him. Mara already had, setting her head on his back as he started the engine.

  Mara knew then that it was where she was supposed to be. Only time would tell if he would really change his ways, but she could hope. Closing her eyes, she let the wind whip her hair back as she clung to her vice. She was addicted to him.

  Speechless

  A Bad Boy Football Sports Romance

  By: Carly White

  Speechless

  Chapter 1

  “Don’t look, but I think Axl is looking at you.”

  I automatically look because well, I couldn’t help it. I didn’t believe Ashlea and it wouldn’t be the first time that she had messed with me about him. No one else knew but her. I have had a crush on him since I started college and now at the tail-end of my last year, I was starting to think more about the opposite sex and less about my grades.

  Always wanting to graduate Magna Cum Laude, that had been my focus and I will admit, I let me love life kind of go down the drain. Ashlea gave me hell about it all the time, but I couldn’t tell her that I was waiting, saving myself for the right man, at the right time. I knew that it hadn’t been the right time when I was in high school, but now that I was only a couple of months away from my goal, love could be put back on the schedule if the right guy came along. In my wildest dreams, it would have been Axl.

  “You know he would not look at me like that, besides, guys like him are only interested in one thing.”

  “Well you would be too if you gave it a try.”

  I gave her a dirty look that she just smiled to. She tossed her blonde hair back and giggled. Ashlea oozed sexuality, while me, I was the shy girl that didn’t say much. The only time men fought for me was as a science partner.

  He was looking over at me from across the yard, his dark eyes met mine for a moment before I looked down. I know that I had to be blushing and it made me wonder what he wanted. I pulled my hair back up in a ponytail and shrugged on my cardigan. It was almost too hot for it, but I couldn’t stand the distraction if I didn’t. Getting up from the bench, I started off towards our next class. It was my worst class and of course, it was the only one that I had with Axl.

  “See I
told you I wasn’t lying this time.’

  “So what? You know his reputation I am not trying to be one of those girls. He has been through enough of them.”

  I wished that he was different. That somehow a guy that hot would not know it or that he would still be a decent guy at the end of the day. Axl was a pretty decent guy, as long as you weren’t a girl that he ‘dated’. That much was clear and although I wondered why he was even looking my way, I knew that it was not for what I wanted. I wanted more than just lust and an orgasm.

  “You can’t believe everything that you hear Sue.”

  She couldn’t even keep a straight face when she said it. We both knew that the rumors about him were true. I ran into him and another girl in the midst of it last week at a party at one of the frat houses. I couldn’t get his body out of my mind and ever since then, I had seen him looking from time to time.

  “Anyways. Did you do the homework that he assigned? I couldn’t figure out the last couple questions, did you?”

  Ashlea looked at me with that look. That ‘yeah right, did you forget who you are talking to’ look that she was best known for. I had never met someone who was so expressive. There was no need to wonder what Ashlea was thinking because she literally was an open book. Even when she did not want to be, she couldn’t help it. It was written on her face.

  “Okay great, we are both screwed then. I don’t know why I have to have statistics for psychology, but I guess I do.” Ashlea was going for a business degree and neither one of them were math whizzes. The funny thing about it was that Axl apparently was doing better than both of us. I had always thought of him as kind of an idiot, but I was wrong. I wondered if there was more to Axl than what met the eye. Could he really be more than the rich star quarterback that I had been dreaming about for all those years? I doubted it, but it was fun to think of him that way. More available and more what I was actually looking for in a man.

  Me and Ashlea sat down at our table. Everyone had chosen another person for a partner and of course, we had picked each other. It hadn’t helped us with much more than someone to talk to through the class, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. One class could not possibly bring my GPA down enough for me to care. My honors were already locked in. If not, I may have gotten a tutor or something because my mind just did not work with numbers.