HIM—A Stepbrother Romance: With BONUS NOVELLA: PERSONAL (25 page)

CAT

My pussy was wet with need, readying itself for his arrival. I'd never been fucked hard, like really hard, or given myself the opportunity to give my body over to someone.

Our last few sessions were lovemaking sessions. They were hot and fulfilling, more so than any other sex. This time I wanted something deeper and harder than before. I wanted Ramon the demigod, the football star, to spiral in me like a champ.

"Fuck me, baby.” I moaned, my hands gripping his shoulders. “Fuck me hard.”

His thickness pummeled into me and I cried out from the strength in his thrust. "Yes, Ramon, just like that. I can take it. I can take you. I want you to fuck me so hard I can't walk for the rest of the day."

I encouraged his roughness, surprising myself. I couldn't help but to laugh inside at Kendra’s comment. Maybe she was right; maybe we were hot together and could make good pornos. Ha.

As soon as his hardness slid out of me, my body wanted him, needed him again. I craved another push, another thrust as he visited that magical spot oh so deep within. He propped himself up on his elbows, keeping most of his body weight off of me, but I wanted to feel his skin sliding across mine for every moment of this ride.

He ravished me as I held onto him for dear life - the
ride
of my life. I loved the look of pleasure that whisked across his face; it was a look of bliss only a woman could bring a man, sourced from the deep, feminine chambers between her thighs.

"I love the way you feel, baby." His husky whisper in my ear added to the erotic sensations floating around my body, dialing up the intensity as I let the chiseled piece of art have his way with me.

I loved feeling like this, so feminine and desired beneath the muscles of this sexy man with the masculine body of a god. My smile spread widely across my face as I cried out and watched him in action.

God, he was a piece of art! A hot piece of art. He made fucking look like dancing. He was amazing with those hips! All of that cross training really paid off. I cried out and dug my fingernails into his shoulders as he pummeled into me so hard I could barely breathe.

Edges of pain blurred itself along the boundaries of sheer ecstasy. I was cumming.
Hard
. I moaned in delight as he received further guidance to thrust me harder, deeper, faster. My body gave way to the familiar release as every ounce of me receded into the orgasmic waters of pleasure and bliss.

I floated in euphoric ecstasy as I felt his body dancing with mine. He cried out into my ears, gripping a handful of my hair that lay on the floor with his fist, making sure my locks felt his strength, the muster of his might from root to tip as he came deep inside me.

There was one thing for certain: He delivered beautifully on his promise. I knew I wouldn’t be able to walk.

"Um, Ramon?" I could barely get the words out. "You're going to have to carry me back to bed." I laughed, utterly spent but deliciously filled.

I'm just a woman, a young woman, seeking to live my life in the best manner possible, as the best version of myself. Many of you coming to my website for the first time might be doing so because you just caught wind of my night with superstar athlete, Ramon Nicholas.

What was supposed to be a moment of privacy was captured and unlawfully distributed. Our attorneys are tracking the digital copies down and justice will be served.

As embarrassing as it was to discover my mother’s knowledge of the videos, I rest in ease of who I am and who've I become.

Many of you do not know my story. You see me as the cover model of the new Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition. Believe me, it's a title I am still getting used to.

Four years ago I weighed one hundred pounds more than I currently do. I had an unhealthy relationship with food, and used it as a way to cope with the pain of losing my father, and the immense grief that followed. Food was a way to manage the horrible feeling that my world was out of control.

It was hearing criticism one day in the school bathroom that led me to change.

I learned many years ago that heartache fuels the necessary passion for change.

Since this scandal has stirred more publicity than I ever thought I'd ever have, I want to use my platform to inspire any girl out there who is made fun of.

First of all, be happy for who you are. Don't change for anyone else but you. Be beautiful inside first, and then create your best life you can. I believe we are a three person being.

Take care of your body so you can have the energy to fulfill your purpose. Don't strive for a certain size to be validated; be strong in finding the strength and confidence of knowing your value goes beyond any number on the scale.

The leaking of this private recording has created much heartbreak and distress, but I have to trust that I'm being prepared for something greater again.

I will not let the judgment of others regarding a private matter with a man I'm dating cause me to slow down.

I took a deep breath as I re-read that portion of my confession: man I'm dating. Man I'm
dating
. I am dating Ramon Nicholas!

I may be a swimsuit model but I am still a woman of morals. And I will fight against sexism at any level. Anything is possible if a person believes in themselves. Anything is possible despite setbacks.

I’m not going anywhere. If anything, I’m determined to go up!

I held my breath as Kendra read my draft.

"Do I need to change anything?"

“Normally I would handle all press releases and statements, as you know. That's my job. But this is perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

She smiled at me, her eyes in genuine approval of my words. I exhaled a sigh of relief. Great!

"…And what about Ramon?"

"Are you kidding? Every man in America is rooting for him. He nailed the model!"

Two months later:

We’ve survived a lot together in the last two months. With both of our schedules, time flew by yet one thing has remained: our focus on our careers and our love for each other.

I typed under a photo selfie that the two of us had taken in the aqua waters, when we were still sort of unknown to the world. There was an ethereal lightness to our faces that I loved. This photo would be a favorite; I’d frame it for sure. I typed a #tbt for Throwback Thursday in the caption and uploaded the photo to my Instagram account.

And then I had to post this next photo.

It was a picture of Ramon in his alma mater jersey from ASU. His eyes looked fierce; they were lasered in on a teammate yards ahead. His expression captured pure determination to throw the ball just right.

Those focused brown eyes. I knew them as soft and gentle; the world would soon know them as determined to win.

Today’s the special day. I couldn’t be more proud of my boyfriend. I know whatever happens, it’s in God’s hands. I’m happy to share this special day with him. I knew Ramon back when he was a Panther quarterback. Whoever gets this guy is getting gold. He knows how to lead a team.

I uploaded the picture as I continued to shop and browse for the lingerie set I was going to surprise Ramon with tonight as a congratulations gift.

And as soon as I found out which team was going to call him today, I couldn’t wait to schedule a private sexy shoot just for him wearing a mid drift jersey with his name on the back and cheeky boy shorts. Oh, this was going to be fun! 

RAMON

I paced Coach’s in-home theater. In just a few hours, dozens of my friends, teammates, and people who’ve been a part of my life would fill these seats with food, drinks and support all in wait for my phone call from “the team.”

Among the people soon to arrive: Coach Michaels from high school, a few of my teachers, a few buddies from High School, and Cat - my
girlfriend
Cat. They’d all be here.

“Only about seven percent of college athletes play in the NFL,” the sports broadcaster informed the viewers on draft day.

I paced the room.

"Bro, you're going to play. Everyone knows you’re a beast. Don't psych yourself out!" Chris placed a firm hand was on my shoulder. “We’ve been through a lot together. You and me - we trained night and day. You’ve worked harder than anyone I know. If anyone should be afraid not to get a call today, it should be me.”

I slapped his chest playfully and looked into his serious eyes. He was the best wide receiver I’d ever had the pleasure to play with. It would be a dream if we ever played together. We could make a dream team together.

He held up his elbow, his palm ready to accept my handshake. We slapped hands and embraced. It was an emotional day - the most
intense
day of my life. We hugged each other, our silent communication expressing how much we understood what we were going through in the moment.

Chris pulled away, “We’re brothers for life, yo. No matter what happens, there’s only one song I want you blastin’ right now, and that’s Drake.” He swiped his playlist open and turned on Drake’s
Views
album. Drake’s music always got me hype.

“Listen. You got yo fine ass supermodel girlfriend. Why don’t you go blow off some steam with her and have some fun?”

I shook my head, laughing as blew out some air. I could get that phone call any minute. Any minute from any NFL coach in the country. God, this was torture.

“Look man, I gotta jet. My fam’s blowin’ up my phone like crazy. I gotta get home or my momma’s gonna kill me. If I get the call and she’s not there to witness it, I’m gonna be a dead fella. Catch my drift, man?”

I laughed. Chris had the charisma of a standup comedian. We always called him Rock, after the comedian Chris Rock. Even coach welcomed his off the wall humor. Whatever team was lucky to snag him was snagging gold.

“Okay man.”

“Peace out, rockstar! Go fuck your model!”

I threw a throw pillow at him.

“Coach’s kids are in earsight, man!”

“Always the golden boy,” he shook his head. “Always the golden poster boy!”

One hour later…

“Ramon, it’s head coach Todd Bowles and owner Woody Johnson with the New York Jets. How about getting some warmer clothes and heading up here?”

I couldn’t believe what I heard. Chills flooded my body. I couldn’t speak, think, or process anything as the tears of joy – euphoric release of all my life’s hard work – streamed down my face. I put in work for this, and everything I given had come down to this moment.

I’d made it. I finally made it.

The entire media viewing room jumped up and down. A roaring rumble of support poured in as Coach’s kids ran to my legs and hugged them, Cat kissed my cheeks, and coach bear-hugged me. There was so much love pouring in from my family of friends and teammates, I melted like chocolate on a hot summer day. 

Fire surged throughout my entire body. I couldn’t believe it!

This was it.

This. Was. It.

“Ramon, you there? Your hard work has been admired from the masses. We know you’re going to bring that same work ethic and leadership to take this team back to the Bowl. It’s been a very long time since we’ve won, but if anyone can take us there, we know you can. You’re the number one pick – and you deserve it.”

The Draft Ceremony

CAT

Gold.

My gold Versace dress was worn in honor of Ramon’s heart of gold.

Ramon looked good in his suit. I helped him pick it out and it was tailored just right over his bulging muscles. He looked good in navy blue and the world was about to see, too.

Get ready,
GQ
cover!

Dressed to the nines, Coach Lineheart, my mother, and myself sat at the table with Ramon for the NFL draft ceremony. This was the night Ramon had worked and waited his entire life for. And there we were, his family, surrounding him and ready to cheer him on.

Finally, the moment arrived: the start of the ceremony.

“With the first round pick of the 2016 NFL draft, the New York Jets select Ramon Nicholas, quarterback, Arizona State University.”

We burst into tears, laughter, and hugs as Ramon stood up to shake the hands with the owners of his new home. A split-screen video montage began to play of Ramon’s story.

“Since the age of six, Ramon Moon Nicholas had his eye on one thing: football.” A woman’s smooth storytelling voice narrated the video.

The picture of him in his navy blue Panthers flag football jersey brought tears to my eyes.

“In high school, Nicholas threw over four thousand yards, breaking records and bringing his school to win a state championship while only a sophomore, a feat unheard of and unprecedented.
Six hundred and sixty-seven passes, completing four hundred, for four thousand, nine hundred yards. Nicholas’s record is listed in the Texas High School Activities Association Record Book. But that record breaking arm was made in humility and dedication as he trained every morning and every night at his home gym.”

The gray outside exterior of his home gym was shown. They recorded him performing a mock workout with his favorite music blasting as he hopped over cones, and did pushups and sit-ups. The camera zoomed in, showing him working out with the focus of a sniper.

“In high school, Nicholas’ father saved what very little money they had to build this state of the art facility, knowing one day his son would make it to the big leagues.”

  A picture of Ramon and his dad with his hippie hair, crinkly wrinkles, and tanned skin brought more buckets of tears to all of our eyes.

A clip of him throwing the winning touchdown as a sophomore at the state championship aired; the play sent chills down my body. Looking at it, it was truly an intense, history-making moment. 

“Coaches not only saw talent in Nicholas. They also saw drive and ambition.”

"In my three decades of coaching, I've never seen drive in a kid like this. His willpower to succeed is something out of this world," his high school coach, Coach Michaels, declared proudly as the screen played a clip of the team running to the sidelines pouring ice buckets over his head for winning play, causing quite the chuckle.

“With the win of the state championship, and the ability to take this team to the State finals twice, colleges came knocking. Playing for the Arizona Cardinals at ASU, Nicholas developed a special bond with Coach Linehart. After a devastating loss of his father's battle with cancer, Nicholas lived with Linehart year-round to focus on one thing: the game.”

This was a moment that would forever be seared into my memory: watching Ramon grace the steps to the platform, accepting his new jersey, holding it up high with his ASU game day face on, covering the big screen behind him and in one big box: Round 1, Pick 1.

Number seven.

Nicholas.

Perfection.

              Oh, I knew his father was proud.

              I knew he was proud.