You're Mine: A Bad Boy Next Door Romance

by Lauren Wood

  “I was hoping to get a sneak peek, but maybe I knew that this was going to happen all along. He was obviously daring me to across some sort of line. Now that I have, I don’t want to walk away.”

  Brock walked over and took her hand and placed it on his chest. She stared at him and he felt a certain problem that had swelled to a mammoth proportion. If anything, he could swear that he had grown an extra inch, if that was possible. All the blood from the rest of his body had now accumulated in one spot and her eyes were directed right at it.

  “Stephanie, I know that this is a game for two and I don’t think that I need to be a rocket scientist to see the signals on the play.” Brock lifted her into his arms and carried her clothed body into the master bedroom. He had already arranged several candles and a sprinkling of rose petals that would hopefully get her to see that he was not the kind of man that would take something like this lightly. “I didn’t think that this was a foregone conclusion, but I have always been somebody that is prepared for just about anything.” He easily lowered her onto the mattress and stood back so that he could inspect the merchandise. He heard the telltale clapping and the look of jubilant glee on her face had him ready to get down to business.

  “I feel like there’s something that you should know. I’ve been burned in the past and I don’t want to experience that again in my lifetime. If you can’t promise me more than a good time, then you may as well tell me so that I am prepared. I just don’t want you to give me false hope for a future that’s not going to happen. I’m a big girl and I can handle what you’re going to say next.”

  “I want him to say that he wants to be here with me forever and for all time, but that’s wishful thinking. I think that I have put him on the spot and I certainly didn’t want to put a gun to his head. He is going to have to answer this carefully, and hopefully he will do it truthfully.”

  “I think the only thing I can promise you is that I’ve never met a woman like you before. You see through my false bravado. You’re not easily swayed by my muscles. I don’t know if this is anything long term, but I would like to think that I’m capable of something like that.” He climbed up on the bed and watched as she playfully moved up with her hands around her knees.

  He smiled and used his masculine hands to pry her knees apart. The long skirt was hiding her lovely and long legs. He easily moved his hands up along her thighs and brought her skirt along for the ride. He saw the red panties and he felt like a bull ready to fight a matador. He pulled the frilly material to the side and blew warm air on her clit to make it dance to his tune.

  “I don’t know if what you say is enough, but at least I can say that you are honest. You’re not just saying anything to get into my panties, although it probably wouldn’t have taken all that much. I appreciate that you can be open and not just tell me what I want to hear. My god, I thought sex was overrated, but I’m happy to report that I was mistaken.”

  “I want more of what he has to offer. I want this to be a moment that I will always carry with me in my dreams. The way he licks my wet pussy and pulls at the lips with his teeth is making things stir down below that hasn’t happened in quite some time. I feel like I’m a firecracker ready to go off. It’s not going to take much of his manly persuasion to get me there.”

  Brock worked his tongue in between her legs, splitting her down the middle and opening her up to an oral invasion. He had his fingers prying her open and the slick lips called to him like he had no control over his own libido. He was losing his composure and soon he was devouring her like a man possessed. Her legs were quivering and he was aware that this meant that she was going to lose herself in the moment.

  “I can’t believe that you’re doing that with your tongue. I never had … Yes … Oh fuck … that’s it … I’m going to cum … going to cum for you, Brock.” Stephanie flailed her arms and legs like a fish out of water. She thrashed and turned and was lucky that he was there to hold her down or she probably would have gone flying right off the bed.

  Stephanie was just coming out of a post orgasmic trance when she flitted her eyes open to see the product of his lust dangling in front of her like bait. She grabbed it and pulled it into her mouth to taste the sweetness of his syrup leaking from the top. It was sticky and sweet and she wanted more—and knew exactly how to get it. She grabbed onto his ass cheeks and pulled him to her, making sure that not even a single inch was left uncontained by her hot and demanding mouth.

  “I don’t know … if I can do this.” Brock had no choice. He pulled free and left her looking at him pouting for some kind of explanation. “Don’t get me wrong, that felt absolutely amazing, but I want to fuck you.” He had to be careful with this damaged knee, but he was able to balance with his legs being held up by his muscular thighs. He spread her open and looked at the inviting target, with the sheen of wetness as a bull’s eye. He pushed up against her, letting gravity and the suction within do most of the work. He planted his flag in one, long stroke that took both of their breath away.

  “My god. I don’t think that I’ve ever had it this good, Brock. I want you to treat me like one of your many groupies. I want you to show me that feeling of being overwhelmed. I want you … Ahh … Ahhh … Ahhhhhh.” Stephanie lost her train of thought as he started to work his hips in a circular motion. He leaned into it and was soon rubbing up against her in a way that ignited a certain, tiny bud.

  Brock could feel her body respond as she lifted herself and grinded against him to get that deeper penetration. They were slamming up against each other with insistence and with a need that only they could satiate. The feeling was undeniable. The rippling motion of her muscles sliding along every inch was making it impossible to stay still for long. It was a nice, tight fit and it took a lot of effort to pull himself loose and then plow forward.

  “Fuck me … Fuck me … Fuck me.” It was a litany of profanity that was escaping her lips. Her entire life was predicated on pleasing someone else and this was the first time that she felt like she was truly lost in the eyes of a man. In the back of her mind, she knew that she should reach for the condom in her purse, but those thoughts were there one second and gone the next.

  “This is better than I’ve ever had with someone else. I think I feel that this is more than just a one-night stand. The look in his eyes is not just from pleasure, but also from something that he wasn’t expecting.”

  The bed was rocking and they were screaming into each other’s faces with sweat dripping off their bodies. He rammed deep and then his face contorted into a mask of bliss that was soon made apparent by the sharp thrust of his hips. He went off and he shot what felt like a gallon inside her. He finally had to lay back, holding his chest and feeling his heart beating.

  Chapter 6

  The next day, Stephanie found out that she was pregnant. She called Brock and told him that they needed to talk immediately if not sooner. She waited patiently in her office, pacing the floor and wondering what he was going to say about this latest turn of events.

  “I know that I want him to say one thing, but what if he says something else entirely? I’m not sure that I can do this without him, but I’m damned and determined to give this kid the life that it deserves. It might’ve been stupid to do that with him, but I don’t regret one thing.”

  The door flung open and Brock stepped in, breathless and holding his knees with his face flushed and about to pass out. “What’s the emergency? You sounded very strange on the phone. I came over as soon as I could.” Brock saw the angst on her face and could tell that something momentous was going to happen. “Oh god, did you find something in my scans? Am I never going to be able to play football again?” It didn’t even dawn on him that this had nothing to do with him, or at least not about his injury.

  “I’m glad that you said that. It makes what I have to say a little easier to swallow. I’m pregnant, and before you ask, it is yours. I haven’t been with anybody besides you, and I swear that to the man above.”

  Brock st
ared at her in silence, his eyes searching hers. Finally, he took a deep breath and began to speak. “I don’t know what you want me to say. I’ve never considered myself to be father material, but maybe with you it will be different.” Again, he paused, collecting his thoughts. “I want to keep the child, but I’m not really ready for marriage. We’re definitely going to have to keep this from your father until after the season ends. I know that’s not going to be easy, but maybe it would be easier if you didn’t come around so often. We can continue these treatments at my home or at your office. I want to be a man and tell your father that what we have between us is not just physical. I’m going to pave the way slowly over the next couple of days.”

  Stephanie ran into his arms and held him close. “I wasn’t expecting this. I was hoping for it, but I really didn’t know where your head would be. I’m glad that you have decided that I’m worthy of carrying your child. I know that we both have feelings for one another, and I hope that over time they will grow even stronger than what they are already.”

  They both saw that her father was suspicious, but they held true to their word, until the championship slipped through their fingers by one touchdown. It was still a contested game and Brock had several NFL teams coming to him. He chose to stay close to Stephanie. They sat down and broke the good news to her father.

  Her father was first concerned that Brock was not the type of man that should be held down, but then he realized that his daughter was happy and that was all that mattered to him.

  They were going to be about 100 miles apart, but Brock’s lucrative contract had afforded him the kind of wealth that made it easier to go back and forth. They married a month before the child was born, naming it after her father, and even though what they had was separated by him being on the road, it didn’t mean that they weren’t happy. The ring on her finger sealed the deal. They both had their own careers, but they would always know that the one place that they were safe were in each other’s arms.

  THE END

  OPEN SNATCH

  Chapter 1

  Johnny Strom will be playing tonight in the big game, if you don’t have your tickets, get them now. This could line up the Panthers for a top bowl bid!

  The announcer said over the radio. Johnny smiled at the promotion. “Yep that’s me! I’m going to take us all the way to the top of the pack this year!” He announced to anyone who was listening to him. That was usually a lot of people too, especially girls.

  Oh the girls, he thought! Life as the top ranked quarterback in the nation was great. He could have a girl at any place they had a game, just by his name.

  He smiled as he thought back to last week’s game and that girl. She had been a little blond cheerleader type. Her lips were nice and pouty, “perfect for a blowjob!” He laughed.

  “Oh would you like one of those?” A little brunette asked him.

  Johnny thought about taking her up, but she was there. He couldn’t accept a cheap blowjob while his, what the hell was she? He didn’t know why this girl got him so worked up, and why he wanted her.

  He looked back at the brunette; she was pursing her lips and placing a finger in her mouth. She’s showing me what she wants to do right now, he thought. But then he looked back over to her, sitting at the table. She seemed like she wasn’t even paying any attention to what was going around her.

  Johnny walked over to her; it wasn’t the first time he had talked to her. “Hey Carrie, how are you doing?”

  She looked up from her book, he saw her flush red. “Hi Johnny, I didn’t know you were here.” She said, but her eyes betrayed her words.

  Johnny had seen her look up as soon as he came in the door. “Yeah I just got here. So what you been up too?” He asked awkwardly.

  “Just studying, you know the usual.”

  He sat down close to her. “I really wish you would let me study with you.” He ran a finger up her arm and felt her reaction.

  She chuckled, “I really don’t think you are interested in studying at all.”

  “I think you’ve figured out my evil plot!” He smiled his best eye-catching, mouthwatering grin.

  He could feel her reaction to him, and he wanted to do nothing more than undress her and lay her on any bed. Johnny would show her what it was like to be pummeled by his manhood.

  “Johnny, I’m not that type of girl, I told you that before. If you want to get laid, go back over and talk to Sally.” She said.

  “Sally?” He questioned.

  “The one who wanted to give you a blowjob, that’s Sally.”

  “So you were listening.” He said.

  Her face turned red. “It was hard to not overhear her. But you know what Johnny I’m going to go one better. How would you like to come up to my room?”

  It was at that point Johnny realized he was simply dreaming. But he figured he might as well ride it out. He’d been pursuing Carrie for several months now. At least he could get something in his dreams, to see if the wait might be worth it.

  “Wait, I never have to wait for a woman!” He laughed in his dream.

  The clock began buzzing its incessant chatter. “Shit, just when we were getting to the good part.” He slammed a fist down on the buzzer.

  Johnny was now left with a raging hard-on thanks to that buzzer. He wanted to close his eyes and slip back into the folds of the dream. But he knew that he had to get up, he had a class and then practice.

  “But first, let’s take care of this problem.” He wrapped his hand around his hardness, wishing that he had Sally here with him, that blowjob would sure be nice right now.

  Chapter 2

  Carrie Litim looked over her notes; she had a biology test today and wanted to pass it. She was hoping to get on the Dean’s List again this semester.

  “Hey Carrie, you want to go to a party tonight?” Her roommate Sally asked.

  “Maybe, let’s see how I do on my test.” Carrie answered.

  Sally looked at her shocked, “Wait did I just hear that right, you might come with me? Are you feeling okay? Did you finish your book? Why are you possibly agreeing to go out?”

  Carrie laughed at her roommate. “Just because I usually don’t go out, doesn’t mean I can’t. I figured one party here and there won’t hurt. After all I have a long weekend, so why not enjoy a bit of it.”

  “Great! I can’t wait to tell the others!” Sally jumped up in excitement.

  Carrie watched her skitter out of the room. She had to laugh. Sally was everything that Carrie wasn’t. She was bold and brave and up front. While Carrie was shy and not brave at all. If she would have been brave, she would have slept with Johnny Strom.

  She sighed thinking of the hunky quarterback of the college team. He was arrogant, mouthy, cocky, and damn gorgeous. He had talked to her a few times, made it aware to her that he wanted to have sex. But that was it, just sex, nothing more. She couldn’t allow that to happen.

  But if she was Sally, she would have been in bed with him quicker than he could imagine. That was really why she had agreed to go to the party, to see him.

  Carrie liked when he touched her, and it made her want so much more from him. She knew it was a bad idea, had heard from his own mouth about the women he’d slept with. “That can’t be good; he must have some sort of disease.” She said aloud.

  She knew she should just stay away from Johnny, run far away and never look back. But she really did like him, there seemed to be a lot more under his public image. That was the part of Johnny she wanted to get to know.

  Not for the first time she thought back to the first time they met. It had been a sorority party and he had come to their house. She had barely been downstairs, trying to avoid all the noise and drinking. But she had finally had to traipse down the stairs to get a drink.

  He had run into her in the kitchen. “Hey I haven’t seen you tonight, my names Johnny.” He had smiled at her.

  She had been annoyed; she had hoped to escape back upstairs quickly. “Hi I’m Carrie, nice to meet
you. I have to go back and study though.”

  When she had tried to leave he had stopped her for a minute. “Hey don’t go so quick! I mean I can actually understand you, you aren’t slurring every word!”

  She had laughed, “That’s because I don’t drink a lot, and haven’t had any tonight. I find it messes with my ability to concentrate and learn.”

  He had smiled that killer smile, the one that she saw in her dreams now. “Yeah it does do that. Don’t tell anyone, but, this is the only drink I’ve had tonight.” He had whispered to her.

  Carrie had felt privileged to know something no one else did about him. “Why is that?” She had asked him, she had honestly been shocked.

  “I don’t like what it does to my body. But I also don’t want to hear all that shit about being a wuss and crap like that. You know how guys get when they think you aren’t drinking enough. Do girls do the same thing?” He asked her.

  “No not really. I mean they might ask you if you want something, but they’ll just roll their eyes if you say no too often!” She had laughed.

  “Well that’s kind of nice. Guys go into this long spiel of how you’re not a man unless you drink so much, and yada yada yada!” He had laughed.

  She had ended up talking to him for a few hours. During that time she had learned a lot about him. He was far more than what the public saw, but she would never let them know his secrets. Carrie was sure that he wasn’t a boy scout either though; he most likely was quite the ladies’ man.

  Eventually that night he had been propositioned by one of who sorority sisters. Carrie had excused herself, not sure if he took up her sister on the offer or not. All the while she had wished she had been daring enough to ask him to her room.