Savage: A Pro Football Romance
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“It’s beautiful.”
“You should see it when it’s full. There’s only one better view in the entire world…and that’s the field of a pro stadium. Which is where I want to be this time next year.”
Logan takes another step into me, and all of a sudden, his touch isn’t so gentle any more. His huge, firm hand presses into my side, resting above my hip and holding me tight against him. “And I like to get exactly what I want.”
I turn towards Logan, open my mouth to say something, and before I know it, his lips are on mine, and his powerful, athletic arms are holding me tightly to his body.
It takes me completely by surprise…but I don’t pull away. In fact, I do the exact opposite. I press myself into Logan, give my mouth to him, and let him kiss me harder.
The experience, power, and raw lust of the massive, shredded football player enveloping me is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. The boys I kissed in high school were usually shy, nerdy, skinny, and tentative.
Not Logan. Almost immediately, Logan goes right under my dress and claims my ass with his powerful hands. I gasp into his mouth, which only turns him on more and causes him to feel me up harder.
I can already tell what’s going to happen next. There’s just no way a guy who kisses like this wants to do anything less than everything. It won’t be long before he pulls my panties down, spreads my legs wide open, and takes me right here above the stadium.
And my body can’t wait. That’s what’s so insane about this. I’m putting Dani to shame right now, moaning and bucking up against Logan’s jersey like the horniest groupie in California. It’s my first semester of college, and I’m already about to fuck a football player outside.
But am I really doing that? Am I really letting this guy I’ve said probably less than a hundred words to have his way with me? I’m probably the second girl he’s fucked tonight, and he’ll probably fuck two more before the sun rises.
And if I let him go all the way, and I spend the next four years hearing about him banging every model that he can get his hands on…
My panties are halfway down my thighs as I squirm out of Logan’s arms, landing at his feet with an undignified thud for the second time this evening.
“Sorry!” I blurt out, between deep, aroused breaths, “I can’t do this. I’m not that type of girl.”
Logan looks down at me and raises his eyebrows. “I know. You don’t seem like that type of girl.” He smirks. “But you’re definitely panting like you are.”
He’s right. I’m so turned on right now that it takes all my effort not to just kick my panties the rest of the way off and drag Logan down between my legs. But if Logan thought I was a klutz before, he definitely does now. And right now, my embarrassment is just a little bit stronger than my arousal.
“Maybe I’ll see you later? Good luck at the game tomorrow!” And with that, I pull my panties up around my hips, jump to my feet, and hurry back down the tunnel as fast as my legs will possibly take me.
And so concludes the most awkward night of my life.
Luckily, Logan doesn’t follow me down. I did hear him yelling for me to come back, but by that point, I was so far away that I wasn’t even sure if I really heard it, or if I wanted to hear it. Besides, I don’t think I could take the embarrassment.
After a long, awkward walk, I make it out of the stadium parking lot and back onto historic old campus. It takes about fifteen minutes to walk back to my dorm, and the entire way back, the stadium lights are still lighting up the sky, a bright, shining reminder of the superstar that almost fucked my brains out right there on the field.
Dani’s right. We’re definitely not in high school anymore.
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About The Author
Michaela Scott has a thing for alpha males, billionaires, and bad boys with good hearts. It’s no wonder her female characters are always getting involved with them. When she’s not writing about messy, passionate, unlikely romances, she’s at home, spending time with her own personal alpha male and trying not to use him as inspiration.