by Kira Blakely
Soon enough, the game started, and the Giants got plundered by the Bengals in the first half. I was grimacing the whole time as Parker led the team to one reckless play after another, and I knew that if he continued acting this way, they might lose the game. He must’ve thought the same thing, because when the second half started, it became the Giants’ time to shine. Parker’s passes and throws hit their mark, which was usually Sean, and the latter ran like he was on fire. The other team had a hard time catching him once he caught the ball, and the score was starting to go in our favor.
The butterflies in my stomach intensified as I saw how Parker and Sean complemented each other so well on the field. It amazed me that they hated each other so much in real life but they worked extremely well with each other. Go figure.
I saw the coach giving a signal toward Parker before calling him back, so I shifted my attention toward Sean, who had gathered some of the players in a mini huddle. Parker came back and joined in, and whatever they were planning, Parker looked like he didn’t like it, but he agreed to do it anyway. Sean slapped his hand on Parker’s shoulder hard, and Parker scowled and pushed him off, but I saw the little smirk he did afterward. Sean was probably starting to grow on him.
The second half started, and the Giants had the ball. Parker called it and walked back, evading a tackle from the other team while he looked far off to the side. Sean was already sprinting toward the end zone, and Parker threw the ball as far as he could. Sean looked up and caught the ball in his arms and continued to run toward the goal line.
The crowd was going nuts, and I found myself standing involuntarily as I bit my lip and watched Sean run the field while the time ran out, the seconds ticking by and adding to the tension.
My eyes widened as I saw four players from the left chasing after Sean. Another one from the right was coming toward him as well. Realizing it was a pincer attack, I couldn’t help but shout.
“Sean, watch out!” I cried, making the rest of the spectators nearby look at me in surprise.
Sean jumped and flipped over the guy on the right and then he landed in the end zone as the time ran out. They piled on top of him, one after another until the referee finally decided to blow the whistle and see if Sean was all right.
They all get off him, and I waited for Sean to stand up, but there was just one problem.
He wasn’t moving.
***
Sean
You know how you expect your whole life to flash before your eyes before you die?
Well, that didn’t happen.
Instead, I was alive through the whole magical experience of having five guys jump and pile on top of me one after another until I felt like I was within an inch of death.
I’m not kidding. Having five two-hundred-pound men above you feels like you’re being crushed to the ground by a bulldozer.
When they got off me, I could finally breathe again. I didn’t want to get up yet, and really, my body had a mind of its own and decided to just screw it and rest up.
I saw the referee stand over me, saying some shit I couldn’t decipher. Damn, I really must be more banged up than I thought, because now that I wanted to get up, I couldn’t. My head was hurting like crazy, and I was afraid that if I tried to get up, I’d end up vomiting all over the place, and that’s just not cool.
My ears finally start working, and I vaguely understood the ref asking if I was all right, so I told him how I was in the most absolute, badass way possible.
“I think I’m dying,” I said, sounding gruff.
Yep. Badass.
Parker and Evan pushed their faces into my line of vision next, looking pale and worried.
“You okay, man?” Parker asked, and I wrinkled my brows at him.
“Who are you, and what have you done with our quarterback?” I whispered.
Evan sighed in relief. “Yep, he’s fine. I think he’s got a really bad concussion, but he’s fine,” he said.
Parker offered his hand and I grabbed it, pulling myself up with a wince. My vision immediately started to spin and I had to grab onto something – probably Parker’s shirt – to keep from falling over. Evan went to my other side and placed my arm over his shoulders while Parker did the same, and together they hauled my ass out of there, all while I kept my mouth closed to prevent any barfing action from happening while they carried me back to the sidelines.
Once I was there, the guys released me, and I saw a flash of red first before I felt a little body tackle me, arms wrapping around my neck tight and the smell of strawberries invading my senses. I held onto her hips to keep her from falling and buried my nose in her neck, inhaling her fruity goodness that was clearing up my head and making me feel less like I wanted to chuck my lunch all over the place.
“You scared me half to death, you idiot,” she cried softly, and I caressed the top of her head, trying to make her feel better.
“Funny how I’m the one who got injured but I’m the one comforting you,” I teased, and she hit my chest with her fist softly.
I looked up and saw Parker standing a few feet away, his eyes downcast but wearing a sad smile on his face. He nodded at me, and I mouthed my thanks before pulling away from Charlie. She looked up at me teary-eyed and confused, and I placed my palms on either side of her face, trying my best to concentrate on her as the world kept spinning behind her.
“Charlie, I need to ask you something before I throw up,” I told her seriously, and she blinked.
“What?” she asked, and I took a deep breath.
“I don’t just fucking like you, Charlie,” I said, and her eyes widened. “I fucking love you. I love how you smell. I love how you tackle me like a linebacker when you barely reach my shoulders. I even fucking love it when you call me out on my shit and beat me up, even though I could totally throw you across the field if I wanted.”
The grin on her face began to grow, and even though it was risky as hell, I went down on one knee and looked up at her beautiful face. I could hear people start cheering and yelling in the background.
“I am so unbelievably in love with you that I am willing to let Parker bash my face in a hundred – no, a million times – over for the chance to ask you for a fucking date. So, please, Charlie. End my misery. I’m begging you… be my girlfriend?” I asked.
The world legit stopped in those few seconds that Charlie was silent. I felt the sweat on my brow start to drop, and I hoped like hell that I had not just made a fool out of myself.
Charlie smiled and took my face in her hands and gave me the best, most mind-blowing kiss in the history of the planet, and after a few minutes, she abruptly pulled away.
“If you didn’t understand what I meant by that kiss, it means yes, you adorable jock,” she said, and then she pulled me back in so I could kiss her again.
Best way to stop barfing. EVER.
Epilogue
Sean
Two months later…
It had already been two months since Charlie and I got together, but honestly, it still felt like it just started yesterday. Being the boyfriend of a fashion conglomerate has some huge perks, I shit you not.
The fact that she treats me like her personal driver aside, she hands me freebies from the parties and meetings she’s required to attend now that she’s become a big shot in her father’s company.
Ever since Charlie and Ariana joined forces, the Jameson Company has been booming, what with Charlie at the business helm and Ariana finding her creative niche and designing dresses like crazy. They were doing so well that they sent Nicholas and his wife to the Bahamas for some well-earned vacation.
Evan still hasn’t scored Ariana’s number, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. The moment Charlie became my girlfriend, he started begging her for Ariana’s number like crazy. Charlie was still in the process of patching things up with her sister back then, so she couldn’t give him what he wanted, but she did give him the best piece of advice she could ever give him if he wanted to have a chance with the wic
ked sister in the Jameson family.
The only person who deviated from the plan was Parker, who, after accepting that Charlie and I were together, was never the same again.
He abandoned his dependable, charming (Charlie’s words, not mine) persona and shifted into a brooding, silent, and surly asshole. In short, he turned into me, pre-Charlie, only he was the less hot version.
According to Charlie, he frequented bars to try and drink away his misery, snapping at anyone – even women – who attempted to talk to him mid-drink. Well, at least he wasn’t getting himself into more trouble than that.
I parked the car in front of the main entrance and got out before heading straight for the receptionist. I was about to ask if Charlie was still in a meeting when my girl came out of one of the elevators and smiled brightly at me. I smiled back and kissed her hello before grabbing her suitcase for her and walking her back to my car.
“No practice today?” she asked.
“I wanted to surprise you,” I told her, and she shook her head, grinning at me.
“You didn’t have to do that. I mean, I know how tired you are,” she said, and I shrugged.
“I want to. Besides, it’s been a while since we had some time together,” I pointed out, and she bit her lip. It was true, though. Between her meetings and my games and practices, we barely had enough time to catch up with each other every day, but somehow, we made do.
I took her to a fancy dinner and then to the theater to see that movie we’d both been wanting to see but were too busy to go and watch. After that, we just walked around the mall for a little bit, and then I told her that that was all I had planned. She bit her lip and stared up at the ceiling as she thought about what else we could do. A few minutes later, she looked up and gave me a coy grin.
“Take me home, Sean. I want to show you something I know you’ll like back in my bedroom,” she said, and my dick twitched with excitement.
“Yes, ma’am.”
***
Charlie
I had never felt as sexy and desirable as when I was with Sean. The man unleashed the femme fatale inside of me who wasn’t afraid to ask for what she wanted, and she wanted to make love with her boyfriend right then.
I had only ever slept with one guy before Sean, and he didn’t make me as insatiable for sex as Sean did. I didn’t just crave the pleasure it gave me, but the feeling that I was completely fulfilled and loved.
Sean put the pedal to the metal, and we arrived back at the mansion in record time. We ran inside and up the stairs in haste, sidestepping away from Sarah at the last minute so we didn’t hit her. I opened the door to my room, and as soon as we got inside and locked it, Sean immediately held me in his arms and kissed me hungrily. He nibbled on my lip, and I moaned as his hands traveled from my stomach and pushed my shirt up over my breasts.
I let him pull it off me and then I helped him out of his, my fingers shaking as I unbuttoned his polo shirt. I leaned down and brushed my lips over his chest, peppering it with kisses before he pulled away from me.
It was his turn to explore my body with his mouth as it glided across my cheeks, down to my jawline, where he bared his teeth and nipped lightly. He went lower, and I felt a sharp pain in my neck as he buried his teeth into it, giving me a hickey that I would no doubt have a hard time covering up tomorrow, but right now I didn’t care. It felt so good.
He paid attention to my breasts next, circling one nipple with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, then giving my other breast the same treatment. My skin felt like it was on fire. Sweat started to gather in my brow, and I felt dirty and sticky from Sean’s touch and kisses, but I reveled in the feeling, and I was so willing and ready to beg for more.
He guided me to my bed, and I quickly remembered what I had been wanting to do, so I grabbed his hand and pulled him instead. I pushed him back to the bed and he looked at me in confusion but relented as I crawled over him and unbuttoned his fly.
“I want to try something,” I murmured, and his eyes darkened with lust and need as he lifted his hips so I could take his jeans off. I gasped a little as I realized he had gone commando today, his huge cock proudly jutting out at attention, a dribble of pre-cum already on the tip. I licked my lips and held him at the base, making him hiss sharply. I put the tip of his dick into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the head, and I spied Sean rolling his eyes heavenward in ecstasy. Feeling a burst of confidence at seeing how I was making him feel, I pushed him up in my mouth much farther until I could feel him at the back of my throat and sucked hard.
He was a goner. He gradually lost all sanity and just started raising his hips to push himself deeper inside.
He didn’t want to come in my mouth, so he pulled away and I pouted at him.
“You’ll get plenty of chances to finish me that way, but right now, I want to be inside of you when I explode,” he said resolutely. “Turn around,” he ordered, and I quickly took the rest of my clothes off and did as I was told.
I immediately felt the warmth of his skin brushing against mine, and I instinctively curled up to him. His hands caressed my butt before going up and cupping my breasts.
“I want to take you from behind,” he growled softly, and I moaned in anticipation, rubbing my ass against his hard cock.
He slapped my ass before I felt his cock brushing against my entrance. He pushed inside of me with one long stroke, and we both quivered with need.
He grazed his teeth on the shell of my ear as he pounded into me, his tongue coming out to taste my neck, and I convulsed in pleasurable agony.
My arms gave out, and I dropped my head to the mattress. I saw his hand near my face, and I grabbed it and bit hard onto his thumb as he continued to pound into me relentlessly, gaining momentum until the headboards started to shake and the bed started to squeak, threatening to collapse from the power of Sean’s thrusts.
My body stiffened and the blood in my veins started to sing, and I arched my back as I came again, squeezing around his cock and making him groan.
He moved inside of me a couple more times before he let go, pouring his seed inside of me, spurting it along my wa
lls so strongly that it stimulated me into another orgasm. He pulled out quickly, and I winced at the sudden, empty feeling he left behind. He fell to his side and pulled me with him, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me on the forehead first before putting his head down to give me a gentle kiss on the lips.
It was moments like this when my heart soared as the contrast between our passionate lovemaking faded into such gentle and affectionate touches afterward. I sighed, fully content.
“What is it?” he asked, his voice laced with drowsiness, and I smiled, feeling the same pull of exhaustion.
“Nothing. I was just thinking that I’m really happy you almost ran me over that day or we never would’ve happened,” I answered.
His chest rumbled as he chuckled quietly. “I’ll remind you about that the next time you yell at me while I’m driving,” he teased and kissed me one more time, murmuring words of love before I finally fell asleep in my love’s arms.
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Untamed
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Falling prey to a lion!
Nathan Landers, New York’s, hottest, most eligible… womanizer… just strolled up and started kissing me.
He said it was to hide from another woman, but the kiss lasted too long to be fake.
His passion, his lips, those muscular arms wrapped around my waist. It was enough to make my knees buckle and my cheeks catch on fire.
I try to escape him. But I can’t resist. I fight his power at first. But it’s useless. I’m the prey, and he’s the predator.
And once I’ve felt what it’s like to be in his clutches, I want to be devoured.
Chapter ONE
Sam the Squirrel
Have you ever thought that people are not so different from animals?
Or maybe it’s just
me. Maybe I just like to think so, because I’d rather be a wildlife photographer than a lifestyle photographer. I know, I know. I’m a woman. I’m supposed to like parties, but I’d rather be taking pictures of animals in the wild than pointing my camera at people wearing fancy clothes and fake smiles at galas.
That’s what the event this evening is — another gala. Sure, the reason for each is different. Supposedly, this one’s to recognize New York City’s top entrepreneurs but if you ask me, it’s another excuse for the poor to look rich and the rich to spend their money.
Hiding behind the lens of my Nikon D810, I can tell who’s who. That woman in the sparkly black dress, for example, is wearing sandals that are a tad too small for her, the tips of her toes over the front edge. A last-minute loan from her sister, maybe? Or a friend?
She’s like a zebra, that one. Trying to blend in with the herd so that she doesn’t get picked off and torn apart by the lurking hyenas.
Speaking of hyenas, that older woman in the lavender gown is one. She’s already had her third glass of champagne, and she’s been looking around for prey. Someone she can say a mean word to or simply turn her pointy nose up at. Maybe someone whose cheap dress she can spill her fourth glass on.
Right now, she’s eyeing the hen across the room. I say hen because she’s sticking out her chest more than usual, and because she’s been clucking the whole time. She’s got feathers on her head, too. My guess? She was born poor but married rich. Lucky for her.
Having decided on its prey, the hyena starts moving, preparing to pounce. She’s interrupted by a man in a purple suit and a golden watch, though. A peacock. He says something, and she gives a loud, fake laugh.