Tackled by the King: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (Stand Alone Novel)

by Christina Clark

  “Come on. Let's get a mega-size funnel cake to share before we go looking for them. My treat.”

  “Mmm. Not gonna say no to that.”

  Honey put our order in and paid the vendor before excusing herself to go to the bathroom. I waited by the side of the booth as the vendor tossed the chunks of dough into the deep fryer. As the frying dough crackled pleasantly behind me, I watched as Honey sidled through the crowd towards the row of blue portable toilets.

  Honey was my best friend, but she could be a lot to take sometimes. We met in the fifth grade. I saw her coloring a page of The Magic School Bus, and I was immediately intrigued. We became fast friends – with our parents at work all the time, it wouldn't be a stretch to say we spent more time together than we did with our own families. Honey's parents were loaded – they were multimillionaires who owned a chain of swanky clothing plazas and department stores in China. They were barely ever home when she was younger, and instead, left Honey in the care of a stern caretaker named Ms. Li.

  As I got older, people started asking me if I noticed anything strange about Honey. Ever since we were kids, I knew that Honey had a lying problem. They started out as little stretches of truths, but gradually evolved to full-blown lies. She would even lie about the most trivial things, like what she had for dinner the night before.

  I didn't know what was prompting any of her habitual lying, but I wasn't aware of the gravity of her problem until our last year of middle school. Over the summer, Honey had apparently met a college guy from another state, who knocked her up. For almost half a year, I watched her belly steadily grow. But when she started refusing my company for any doctor's appointments or baby shopping, I started getting suspicious. She clung onto this one sonogram that she showed everyone at school, but for some reason, the name had been blurred out. Two weeks later, I walked in on her stuffing her belly with balled up clothes. That was the day shit got real.

  Honey disappeared for three weeks, with her parents stowing her away at some kind of Christian camp. When she came back to school, it was like she'd picked up from where we'd left off before the “pregnancy” and “statutory rape.” I will never forget the way she casually strolled up to my locker, asking me if I'd caught the newest episode of Dawson's Creek.

  I went along with the charade until it faded to the back of my mind. Girls bullied me by proxy for choosing to stick by her until we started going to Stonewall, where nobody knew us and we could start fresh. Honey still lied like her life depended on it, but I found myself justifying it, as they were dramatically more harmless. Honestly, my own logic was so convoluted I had trouble understanding it myself.

  I was unable to detach myself from Honey for a number of reasons. We had gone through puberty together, and we were just always there for each other. But my loyalty for Honey was solidified when I'd fallen into the pool at Chloe's birthday party when I was 12. Because I'd fallen when Chloe was opening her presents, no one had seen me. No one but Honey. She dove right into the pool as I thrashed and the chlorine-heavy water surged into my lungs, pulling me up to safety before I could sink to the cold murky tiles. From then on, I promised myself there was nothing she could do to make me turn my back on her – I literally owed my life to her.

  “Here ya go.”

  “Thanks, sir.”

  I took the funnel cake and snuck in a couple of bites before heading off in search of Honey.

  “There – I see them.”

  Honey pointed at the booth with the clown-themed shooting gallery. Miles was slightly hunched over with a BB-rifle in his hand. He looked so good tonight in his sleek white pants, white designer sandals, and fitted black polo. Four of his friends were with him – I recognized Big Rob and Allison, as well as Shawna, a cheerleader, and Terrence, a football player. Allison and Terrence both took up the spots next to Miles, while Big Rob had his arm draped over Shawna, watching from the side.

  Honey and I approached the group, stopping next to Big Rob and Shawna. Big Rob nodded, acknowledging us with a quick salute. Shawna, on the other hand, seemed visibly confused with our presence. But as Big Rob whispered something into her ear, the confusion on her face morphed to a feigned syrupy smile. Together, we observed quietly as Miles, Terrence, and Allison fired at the moving laughing-clown targets.

  “Boo-yah!” Miles whooped at the empty, smoking row of fallen clowns.

  “Not too shabby.” I took a step forward.

  “Oh, hey, Daisy. You're here. Just in time.” Miles turned back to the carny, requesting the purple plush gorilla as his prize. He thrust the gorilla in my hands. “That's for you. Sorry I didn't get you any flowers – didn't know if you were into that. But I don't know what girl in her right mind would turn down a gorilla.”

  “I didn't think I'd ever say this in a million years, but I like the way you think.” I hugged the gorilla to my chest, and turned towards Honey. “You guys know Honey, right?”

  The seven of us exchanged a round of awkward introductions. I cringed hard on the inside as Honey waved halfheartedly at Miles and his friends, looking like a skunk had just farted in her mouth. Fortunately, Miles and his friends either didn't notice her attitude, or just plain didn't mind.

  “So what does everyone feel like doing first?” Miles asked, looking around at us.

  “We could try that new Octopus Loop ride that just opened up last week,” Terrence suggested. “David says the ride's supposed to be pretty dope –”

  “I've already been on that ride, like, a dozen times,” said Honey crankily, her mouth full of funnel cake. “It's not worth the hype – trust me.”

  “Wow, Honey, you're a beast. That ride looks crazy – I'd be having second thoughts just trying to get on it the first time,” said Allison cheerfully. There was a slight note of panic in her voice. “Well, if one of us doesn't feel like it, we could try something a little tamer for starters. Probably not a good idea to go on the Octopus Loop when we've all just eaten, anyway.”

  “What about the Ferris wheel?” Shawna giggled, reaching around to slap Big Rob's butt. “Big Rob and I could use a little alone time.”

  With everyone else in agreement, we headed towards the Ferris wheel. Honey sulked next to me as I walked alongside Miles. My grip tightened on my gorilla as I craned my neck to get a better look at the attraction. Swirling lights spun out from the center of the 18-story Ferris wheel. As I noticed the tiny gondolas that looked like they only housed two at a time, my fingers curled inward.

  When we got to the front of the line, Allison turned to us.

  “Hey, Honey, why don't you join me and Terrence?”

  Before Honey could object, Allison took her by the wrist. She pushed Honey into the gondola with Terrence, winking at us over her shoulder before boarding. Miles stretched out his hand as a separate gondola arrived.

  “After you.”

  “Thanks.”

  I scooted into the gondola and set my gorilla next to me. Miles took the bench opposite mine. As our swaying gondola started climbing upwards, I gripped onto the edge of my seat. I looked to my left, watching as the lively booths and throngs of heads in the crowds drifted further away from us.

  “You look great tonight, by the way. Just thought I'd point that out.”

  I looked back at Miles, my cheeks flaming from the unexpected comment.

  “Thanks, but it's nothing – just grabbed the first thing I found in my closet.” My lips curled in a small smile as I cocked an eyebrow. “I don't want you thinking I got all dressed up for you.”

  “Sure,” said Miles, his eyes twinkling. “See? I am a nice guy.”

  “Way too early to tell. We've still got a whole night ahead of us.” I folded my arms and legs, leaning against the corner of the gondola. “So is this how you 'work your magic'? You take your girls out here, reel them in with some toys and balloons, and hope you get lucky?”

  “Why, is there a chance I'm getting lucky tonight?” Miles grinned, tilting his head to the side. “I'm joking. No. Girls usually just w
anna chill at my yacht or throw parties back at my place, but that shit's boring. I thought we could try something different tonight.”

  “O-kay,” I sang, my shoulders relaxing a little. “Whatever you say, von Weber.”

  “Hey, you've got something on your cheek –”

  “Oh, please, that's the lamest –” I froze as Miles leaned over, swabbing my cheek with his thumb.

  “You were saying?” Miles chuckled. He flicked the sprinkles from his thumb.

  “Yeah, okay, you win this time.”

  My ears perked at the vivid slurping coming from below me. I peeked into Big Rob and Shawna's slanted gondola. Shawna was straddling Big Rob, the straps of her crop top and bra loose around her shoulders. Big Rob leaned his head back as Shawna licked a trail from his neck to his ear. Their gondola started quaking when Shawna's arm began jerking vigorously between his legs.

  “Oh my God.”

  “What?” The gondola tipped slightly as Miles got off his seat to spy into the rocking gondola. “Yeah. That's Big Rob, alright. They're really going at it, huh?”

  In his position, Miles' neck was just inches from mine. I breathed in the traces of his cool, fresh cologne. As my jumping heart pounded against my chest, a tickling tingle started budding between my legs. For the first time ever, I silenced all the nagging voices in my head. All I could feel pumping through my body was this selfish determination – I was sick and tired of playing it safe.

  I leaned forward, leaving delicate lip prints along Miles' neck.

  “What –”

  I grabbed him by the chin and pulled him close to me, mashing my lips against his. He fell into the groove of our kiss at once, holding me against him by the back of my neck. As I nibbled on his lip, my fingers trailed down his hard stomach, admiring the rising bulge in his pants.

  “What happened to getting to know each other first and all that?” said Miles breathlessly as we broke apart for some air.

  The sizzling desire in my body charged my every move. I rumpled his shirt in my fist as I leaned in to his ear. Miles' shoulders were almost as hard as his cock.

  “We've got all night, remember?”

  Chapter Seven: Daisy

  “Come on. This way.”

  The second we hopped off our gondola, Miles and I snuck away from the rest of the group. With the gorilla swinging in my hand, I had to do a half-jog to catch up with him. We navigated our way through the crowd, heading south of the Ferris wheel.

  “Where are we going?”

  Miles declined to answer me. Instead, he guided me towards a closed-down attraction – The Fun House. As he lifted a steel chain from the chain fence, I glanced around me hesitantly before ducking under it. We crouched down and crept towards the back entrance of the attraction.

  “They never lock the back entrances of rides under repair.” Miles pulled back the swinging door, slipping inside. “Wait here.”

  There was a loud mechanical hum before a sliver of pale light came slithering out the gap under the door.

  As we toured inside the maze of mirrors, our bodies shrank, elongated, and rounded with every passing room. We followed the neon arrow to the “Galaxy Infinity Room.” The dark room was paneled with thin strips of mirrors. A hidden projector illuminated the room with hundreds of floating lights and brilliant stars.

  Halfway through the passage, Miles seized me by the waist, pinning me against a wall. The gorilla flipped through the air, rolling to a stop at the wall of mirrors opposite us. My squeal of surprise never made it out of me, curbed by the hungry pressing of his hot, soft lips. Feeling the shape of his cock grinding against my crotch only drove me to kiss him harder. My tongue ran in circles in his mouth, overtaking his.

  “Damn,” Miles gasped as I finally released him. The tip of his sharp nose pushed against mine, his slitted green eyes boring into mine. “And here I was thinking that you didn't like me at all...”

  “Ugh, shush. You're ruining the moment.” I smiled back at him shyly, leaning towards him once more.

  With one hand around his neck, my lips latched onto his. I allowed my free fingers to explore the solid blocks of muscle all over him. The feel of his strong, broad shoulders and sinewy arms made me realize how vulnerable I was under his power. A rush of fear and excitement numbed my limbs.

  Miles eased my straps over my shoulders, yanking down the neckline of my dress with the cups of my bra in one go. He fumbled with my clasp for a few seconds before it finally gave way. The sudden exposure of my skin to the chilly air around us prompted a layer of goosebumps all over my body.

  I took my bra from him clumsily, crumpling the garment in my fist. My bare boobs heaved freely, resting over the stretching garter of my neckline. He took a step back as I breathed out contentedly from the sweet release. With his jaw clenched, he brushed the side of his curved hand around and under each breast. He warmed his cool palm under my boobs, taking turns with each. Running his tongue over his lips, he lifted each breast as if he were weighing them in his hands.

  “Holy shit, Daisy...”

  I squirmed under the weight of his gaze. My head jolted backwards, smacking lightly against the mirrors behind me as Miles dove for my left boob. He fastened his hands around my neck to hold me in place. As his tongue traced the dark circles of my areolas, I felt my nipples hardening. My juices leaked from my soaked panties, coating my trembling thighs. His other hand dipped under my dress and plunged between my legs as his lips closed in around my throbbing nipple. He scooped his entire hand under my pussy, rubbing up and down the sodden fabric of my panties. His thumb rolled over the bump of my clit, flicking the sensitive button. Slowly, he pulled away from my sore nipple and started sliding down south.

  “W-wait – what are you doing?”

  Miles dropped to his knees, looking up at me. His eyebrows skidded up his forehead as he loosened his touch around my waist. I licked my flaky lips, tasting my berry-flavored lipstick. A naughty smile slowly spread across his.

  “Have you never been eaten out before?”

  I simply looked at him, feeling my shoulders curl as he looked right through me.

  “Relax. You just let me know when you want me to stop...”

  The sweat from my shaky palms imprinted against the mirrors behind me. Miles flashed me a devious wink before slipping his head under my dress. I could almost hear my heart jumping against my chest as he pulled my panties down my ankles. As I felt the amazing wet warmth of his tongue making contact with my pussy lips, my knees jerked forward. I gasped, my toes curling while his tongue lapped against my slit. Once again, I felt his thumb manipulating my clit, going faster as he devoured my slick juices.

  “Fuck – oh my god, Miles – wait, I'm...”

  The rest of my words never made it out of me. It was as if my warning pleas only made Miles guzzle more forcefully. I couldn't take it – tingling shots of bliss coursed throughout my body. My juices spilled out of my folds, caking his mouth and all over his jaw.

  Miles ducked out from under my dress with a smug smirk on his face. Wiping his mouth clean with the back of his hand, he rose from the ground. He twirled me around, pressing my cheek against the mirror. A fleeting notion of terror invaded my body at the rough treatment, but it was soon hushed by my unexplainable excitement.

  As my panting breaths fogged up the mirror, I heard the soft rip of packaging behind me. My eyes swiveled to the right. From the dozens of our reflection on the opposite wall, I watched as Miles furled a condom over his cock.

  He entered my wet pussy lips with fluid ease, relaxing my clenched butt cheeks. He pumped me harder and harder, his cock opening up my tightness. His fingers found their way around my throat to hold me still. I stirred, but my worries quickly subsided when I realized he wasn't squeezing. But just as my eyes were about to droop shut, a distant light beamed on us from my right.

  “Hey! You horny ass kids – get the hell outta here!”

  “Shit!”

  Miles gasped, grinding against me as hi
s body shook on top of me. Pulling out of me, there was a soft splat as the full condom spilled across the floor. I pulled up my panties quickly while Miles zipped up his pants next to me. With our hair looking like we'd just run through a tornado, we split from the scene.

  “Why, you – agh! Son of a bitch!”

  The fat security guard caught the condom under his loafer and fell to the floor with a resounding thud. Miles and I took full advantage of the situation, sprinting for the exit. We jumped over the chain-link fence and mingled into the crowd, laughing uncontrollably all the way.

  “There they are,” said Miles, pointing towards the line at The Bumper Zone.

  When Miles started towards his friends, I stalled behind him. The cheesy smile on my face vanished. Shawna, Big Rob, Terrence, and Allison were huddled together behind the bus-yellow railing. There was no sign of blue dye among the dozens of floating heads in line – no signs of Honey.

  “Hey, guys? Where's Honey?”

  Allison's eyes bulged as all four looked behind them cluelessly.

  “Oh no – I thought she went off to look for you guys?”

  My heart sank to the bottom of my gut. Honey was gone. And right about now, I just felt like the shittiest friend in the world.

  Chapter Eight: Miles

  TWO MONTHS LATER

  “Ow, ow. Teeth.”

  I winced, my legs shooting up in front of me. My dick popped out of Daisy's mouth. She puckered her lips in a tight smile, wrapping her fingers around my dick. As she rubbed up and down my length, soothing the slight sting over my dick, I sunk back on my pillow.

  “Oops. Sorry.”

  I stared at her hard – I needed to preserve this smoking fucking image for my shower jerk-offs. I loved seeing her beautiful face next to my hard dick. Her wild curls were pushed aside to one side of her neck to keep out of her face. She played with my dick with both her soft hands, at times squeezing a little too hard when she got too excited. As she licked around the head of my dick like she was licking salt off a tequila glass, she kept her shiny hazel eyes on me. It was like she wanted to see if I was enjoying it, affirming that she was doing a good job.