So Much Trouble: Bad Boy Forbidden Love Romance Collection (So Wrong It's Right Book 4)

by Jamie Knight

  He finally loosens his grip around Stacy’s neck and tries to defend himself, badly. He takes a wild swing into the air before falling into a heap on the couch.

  Stacy is already on the other side of the couch, having fainted from lack of blood flow to her brain.

  “Stacy!” I call out, rushing over to her after making sure that this creep is down for the count. “Stacy! Wake up!”

  My mind is flooded with bad possibilities of what life would be like without her.

  What if she leaves my life almost just as soon as she’d come into it? Just as soon as I was starting to fall in love with her?

  “Elias?” she coughs, waking up just as I realize what I was thinking.

  I had just told myself I’m in love with her.

  “Stacy,” I say, rushing to put my arms around her. “You’re okay. He’s safe. You’re fine. I’m here. I have you.”

  The soothing tone of my reassuring words – the rhythm of which came out in a comforting cadence I wasn’t expecting to use – seems to calm her down. She’s still breathing fast though, her chest visibly rising and falling with each beat of her heart.

  “Oh, my God,” she says. “What happened? Who is he? How did you know to…”

  “Stacy, I found out who he was,” I tell her. “My friend Joseph does computer forensics for the Army and I asked him to hack into the security camera at the Leviathans’ locker room. It took him a while – I guess the NFL locks these down more securely than we’d think – but he figured it out. The tapes then showed him that it was Kirsten Donnelly who has been coming and going into the locker room while the Leviathans aren’t there. She was sleeping with Mo Bradley—”

  “Mo Bradley?” Stacy says, and, despite her desperate state, she laughs.

  “I know, right?” I tell her.

  Mo was the worst player on the team, a total dweeb. Coach Kramer had taken pity on him at some point and set him up as his assistant of sorts, so that he’d have something to do since he was always benched.

  I assume this arrangement involved Mo having keys to individual lockers and other areas of the locker room that were off limits to regular players. I also assume Kirsten slept with him to get his keys and access to the locker rooms and lockers.

  “She must really hate me and be out to get me, to have slept with Mo,” Stacy says.

  “Yeah, well, she’s clearly jealous and wanted to take you down. She hired this goon—” I point at the intruder, who is still passed out on the couch— “to come attack you. I think initially he was just trying to scare you off, hoping that maybe you’d quit the beat if you were afraid to go anywhere near the locker room, and then Kirsten would be rid of the competition.”

  “He pretty much told me that, as he was strangling me,” Stacy says, rubbing her throat. “He also said that now he has to kill me, because I’m a nosy bitch who wouldn’t stop snooping around.”

  “Yes,” I say, nodding, because all of this lines up with what Joseph was able to read in the texts. He had hacked into Kirsten’s phone. “I found out he was coming here today, but Kirsten must have somehow found out your address and gotten it to him some way other than text, because there was no address in the thread.”

  “Oh, yeah,” she says, putting a hand to her head as if she should have thought of this before. “There’s a registry of reporters. Monica has one that she hangs above her desk. It has all our contact information on it, including home address. It actually would have been pretty easy for Kirsten to find online and email to this guy, or something.”

  “Yeah, my friend was working on hacking into their emails but I got all the information I needed.”

  I look down at the intruder and say, “Okay, time to call the cops on this asshole.”

  “Okay,” she agrees, but she looks hesitant. “What ever happened to Mo? I mean, we all tried to get the story but you guys kept that hush hush.”

  I look at her and wonder if I should tell her. It’s a juicy story that could help her career, but she wouldn’t be allowed to share it.

  “Off the record, of course,” she quickly says. “I’m just wondering about how to deal with this problem here…”

  “Yeah,” I tell her, deciding I can trust her to keep a secret. “He had a mental breakdown and tried to steal from the team. Luckily, he wasn’t competent enough to get any important information or money, but Coach K had noticed that he was trying to. And he got away with some team memorabilia. It was a bad idea to have kept him around, so obviously Coach K doesn’t want the news to spread.”

  “Yeah, that’s what I’m wondering,” she says. “If we call the cops, everyone will want to know about the connections and why this happened. It won’t be good for the Leviathans tomorrow, and Coach K said not to let anything happen to jeopardize the team’s performance at the Superbowl…”

  “Shhhh,” I say, putting a finger over her lips. “Don’t worry about that. I let this idiot get away once, and we protected him because we didn’t want any trouble for the team. But now I’m not worried about any of that, and I don’t want it to happen again. Whatever will be, will be, when it comes to the Superbowl. For now, we’re getting this guy off the streets, so there is no possibility he’ll ever hurt you again.

  “Thank you,” she says, as her lips meet mine. “You take such good care of me.”

  “I can’t help it,” I tell her, deciding to take a leap of faith. I had wanted to take faith with me onto the field, and here was my chance. “Because I love you.”

  “I love you, too,” she says, and as we kiss, my fingers start to dial 9-1-1.

  Chapter 19 - Elias

  “Fuck yeah, we did it!” I shout, as our team makes the field goal that wins us the Superbowl.

  “We sure did!” Coach Kramer shouts, running out onto the field. “It was a tough fight, and a close call, but we won! We’re the Superbowl champions!”

  Everyone is exhilarated and a bit shocked – I don’t know that anyone else knew we could pull it off, because we’d had a tough season, what with all the Mo Bradley stuff and now the Stacy and Kirsten stuff.

  Not to mention that we had worked hard in practice and games but each one seemed to be nearly a tossup. I think I was the only one who had faith that we could win, and maybe that really did show up out on the field.

  There are so many people rushing onto the field. I’m bumping chests with so many of them that I’m worried I might knock myself out. The chests I’m bumping might belong to our rival team or to fans, for all I know. I don’t care. I’m elated, on top of the world.

  All my teammates are out here on the field celebrating with me, of course. I’m giving my friend Justin a high five, and my other buddy Calvin a hug. There are tons of fist bumps all around too, of course.

  But the one person I want to be with is Stacy. I can’t believe that after everything she and I have been through, it has all turned out okay. We really had some good luck on our side – and faith, of course.

  After we talked, we had called the cops on the intruder and Kirsten. I showed them the evidence I had. They weren’t exactly happy with how I had obtained it, and since I wouldn’t mention Joseph’s name, they don’t know if it will be admissible at trial, but they clearly had a good reason to arrest the creep, so they did.

  If I know that the evidence could help, I’ll talk to Joseph about testifying, but I don’t think it’s necessary and I don’t want to ruin his career. He plays football on the side and is getting good at it. If he has a chance to go pro, something like this could really mess that up.

  From what I can tell, there’s no need to go that far. It turns out that when they were questioning him down at the precinct, the intruder turned on Kirsten, squealing like a pig and singing like a parrot. He couldn’t have been more ready to give up all the details on why he had been trying to scare and then kill Stacy – it was all arranged by Kirsten.

  I know all of this because Kirsten’s friends were sending nastygrams via text to Stacy, telling her she caused Kirsten’s
downfall. Kirsten is in jail with the creep now, and Monica has made sure everyone knows why.

  “I always knew that girl was trouble,” she said, hugging Stacy when she found out about what had happened. “I’m going to make sure she stays far, far away from you.”

  Now, Stacy is free to enjoy the day and to celebrate our big win with me. She’s also free to let this help her own career. In fact, I see her run out onto the field with her trusty little notepad and pen.

  “Elias Turner!” she says. “I have a question for you.”

  “Yes, Miss Allen?” I ask her, smiling politely and formally.

  “To what do you attribute the Leviathans’ win today?” she asks.

  “To having faith,” I tell her, with a big smile.

  And it’s true. I have faith in my teammates as well as in her, in us. She’s told me all about how her parents conditioned her to not trust men or anyone in the outside world. I’m so impressed at how far she’s come with such a sheltered background.

  I love that she loves me, and lets me protect her, but also that she gets weak in her knees for me, submissive, even, letting me do whatever I want with her. It’s a perfect balance and I couldn’t be any happier with my girlfriend.

  Girlfriend right now.

  But in a minute, she’ll be more.

  “Miss Allen,” I say, happily turning the tables on her. “Now I have a question for you.”

  “Yes?” she asks, looking surprised, which was exactly my intention.

  I get down on one knee and take out a large diamond ring.

  “There’s something else I brought on the field with me that helped my team win,” I tell her. “It was my love for you, which is represented in this ring I have for you. Stacy Allen, my question is, will you marry me?”

  “What?” she asks, looking shocked, before quickly shouting out, “Yes! I mean, yes! I sure will! But, wow, how quick!”

  “It’s not quick,” I tell her, before putting the ring on her finger and then picking her up and swinging her around.

  My team members come up and surround us, cheering us on and celebrating our engagement along with our Superbowl win.

  “We’ve been through so much together that I feel I know you so well,” I tell her. “And I know I never want to let you go. I never want to have to hide our love in secret again. You’re mine and I’m yours and I want the world to know it.”

  We kiss, the cameras flash, and I smile, knowing that we just made the biggest news story in recent football history, and that that evil woman Kirsten won’t be able to break it, because she’s locked up.

  Chapter 20 - Elias

  The best part of the celebration comes later, once Stacy and I are back at her place. I carry her into the house and then walk her up to the bedroom.

  “I’m so glad the Leviathans won,” she says, smiling happily.

  “I’m so glad you’re my fiancé,” I tell her. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. But for now, I can’t wait to defile me.”

  “Defile me, huh?” she asks, already starting to undress for me, so that I can see all of her curvy body, just the way she knows I like to.

  “Yes. I’m going to do this, first.”

  I pull her panties to the side and whip out my cock. It’s so hard for her, since it’s been wanting her so badly. I slide it into her wet, tight little pussy hole.

  “This feels so good,” I tell her, squeezing her ass and then spanking it a bit. “You’re such a bad girl, for letting me do what I want to you.”

  “You can do whatever you want to me, whenever you want,” she says.

  “That’s good, because I want to fuck your tits and I want to fuck your asshole for the first time,” I tell her.

  “You like to talk about that, but you never do it,” she teases me.

  “I know. It’s because once I fuck your pussy, that’s all I want to do.”

  I bend her over and start eating her pussy, slurping up her juices that are running out of it for me. I love how much my fiancé loves to fuck. Any time, any place, she’s down. And I like to take full advantage of it.

  My tongue circles her hard little clit, making her cum. She wiggles all over my face, filling it with her scent and taste.

  “I’m coming, Elias,” she cries out, as her wetness gushes. “Your tongue feels so good on my pussy. It makes me cum so much.”

  “And now I’m going to cum in you,” I tell her, spanking her juicy ass and wishing I could fuck it, but telling myself that there’s plenty of time for that down the road. For now, I’m just enjoying her sweet little pussy. “I might even put a baby in you.”

  “Is that so?” she asks, and I squeeze her ass cheeks one more time before swooping her up and laying her down on the bed.

  Now it’s time to make love to the woman who will be my wife forever. I push my cock into her wet hole, loving the feeling as it slides deeper and deeper inside her.

  “Mmmm, you’re filling me up so much,” she says. “I love when your cock is crammed so far inside me.”

  I’m looking into her pretty eyes, rocking back and forth on top of her as I thrust in and out of her. Her pussy is spread as wide open for me as it can be, her legs wrapped around my waist as I fuck her. I feel it quiver and the walls tighten around my cock while she says, “I’m about to cum again.”

  “Me too, Stacy,” I tell her, as I feel the familiar tingling in the base of my balls. “I’m going to cum in your pussy because you’re my fiancée and I love you.”

  The release feels amazing and all I want to do is hold her. First, I look down at my cum in between her legs, dribbling down her thighs, as she moans softly while I play with her clit, making her cum one more time.

  “Fuck yeah,” she says, borrowing one of my favorite post-sex phrases. “That feels so incredibly good.”

  “You feel so incredibly good,” I tell her, lying down beside her and putting my arms around her, while still looking into her eyes.

  She’s smiling, and I love to see that.

  “I loved going on our exotic date with you but anywhere I’m with you is great.”

  “That’s perfect,” she says, smiling and mumbling a bit, because she’s getting sleepy. “I’m so glad I listened to Clarice and not my mom’s voice in my head. Because the only place I want to be is here, safe and secure in your arms, forever.”

  Extended Epilogue - Elias

  It’s been a month since our big Superbowl win, and Stacy and I remain as happy as we were on that day when I proposed and she said yes. We’re slowly planning our wedding, but we’re in no big rush, now that it’s official.

  All throughout dinner, all I can think about is how happy I am to be with Stacy. Yes, I'm in love with her, but it’s more than that. It’s something that we share. We are both two wild, crazy and passionate people.

  Also, she is so gorgeous, and I still can’t get enough of her gorgeous body! So that fuels a lot of my passion right there.

  Seriously, if you are that attracted to someone you want to have sex with them all the time. That's exactly how I feel about Stacy. The cool part is that she feels the same way about me. It’s this crazy, kinky bond that keeps us together and helps us stay happy in our relationship.

  After dinner, Stacy and I are relaxing and talking, just enjoying being a newly engaged couple in love.

  "You know what I love about us?" Stacy asks me.

  "What's that?" I ask.

  I'm lounging on the couch because I'm too full from dinner to get up.

  "I love how exciting everything is between us. Our relationship is so hot," she says with a giggle.

  She turns her attention back to the magazine she is reading. She's laying on her stomach on the carpet with her tight ass up in the air. That's got my attention and all I can think about is that one thing I’ve been wanting to try with her for a long time.

  I guess it’s two things in one. And Stacy always says I never go for it. But finally, I decide to do it. I get off the couch and grab her b
y the legs. I catch her by surprise, of course.

  "What are you doing?" she gasps in delight.

  "You already know," I reply huskily.

  As I pull off her blouse, I'm already turned on from the sight of her ass but I love how her curvy breasts look, too, as usual. I bury my face in her firm breasts and suck and kiss them. She moans loudly and pushes them into my face even more. I can't wait any longer.

  I stand above her and pull my pants down. I take my cock in my hand and start to jerk it right there. The tip beats against her breasts. This turns her on as well. She takes her hand and sticks it in her panties.

  I can see her fingering her pussy, the way she knows I like it. She moans with me. I love the way her tits bounce with my cock. This is the hottest thing I have ever done with anyone. She has the perfect, curvy body for stuff like this.

  I moan loudly as I cum. It sprays all over her chest. She looks like she’s enjoying it as much as I am.

  She throws her head back as my cum drips all over her. She's still fingering her pussy so I decide to help her. I pull her panties off and stick my fingers in her along with hers. She's wet and dripping already. This is excellent and will make it even easier for me to slide in her ass and fuck her.

  I can't wait for that. I'm already imagining how tight and good it's going to feel. Her pussy stays wet with both of our fingers in it. This feels incredible too.

  "Are you ready for more excitement?" I ask as she looks at me.

  "Mhmmm..." she moans for me.

  I pull my fingers out of her and turn her over. She sticks her tight little ass out for me. She knows what is going to happen now. She licks her fingers and sticks them back inside her pussy. She's got the front covered, I think to myself.

  My cock is still wet from everything we have been doing. Finally, when I feel we are both ready, I put some lube on my cock and slowly start slipping it into her already wet ass, being careful to take my time so as not to hurt her.