ROMANCE: BAD BOY ROMANCE: M.V.B. - Most Valuable Baby (Sports Secret Baby Romance) (Contemporary Interracial Pregnancy Romance) (3 page)

“Oh yeah, we have steakhouses everywhere back home,” he answered her, but she felt that he had somehow missed the point of her question. She wondered if he had steakhouses quite this nice in the small towns where he’d grown up.

“Well, order whatever you’d like,” she encouraged him as they pulled out their menus. She watched his eyes as they poured over the different options. He licked his lips while he read the descriptions of each cut of meat, as if he could devour the food from the page alone. She congratulated herself on picking the right place to take him.

“So, do you normally take out the new guy or the out-of-towners to show them around?” Dylan asked absently without looking up from his menu.

“No. I don’t usually have anything to do with the team. Football is my father’s passion, not mine,” she answered firmly. She thought it was cute that he kept trying to catch her off guard by dismissing her attraction to him, but she also wanted him to get the point.

“Does that mean I’m the first one?” His eyes moved from the words in front of him to her face. She felt them touch her chocolate skin. They brushed her lips, her cheeks, and her neck. They tried to dip lower, as she’d seen them do a few times already, but her menu was in the way, blocking his view.

“So what if you are?” She broke the hold his eyes had on hers and looked away.

“I guess that means I should feel privileged right about now,” he played along.

She grinned slyly, closed her menu, and put it down while she waited on their server to take their order. What she really wanted wasn’t on the menu, but she’d found a cut of meat that would hold her over until she could get the piece she really hungered for.

Their plates were brought out, and the look of hungry, greedy desire on Dylan’s face when he saw the perfectly cooked steak in front of him made Sable have to close her knees together under the table. Desire filled her insides with an insatiable yearning for him. She didn’t know how much longer she could wait to have him.

She watched as he took his first bite. He closed his eyes and moaned. The deeply satisfied sound made her thighs quiver with anticipation. To distract herself, she cut off a bite of her thin steak. She sank her teeth into the juicy, tender meat and knew that the night was going exactly where she wanted it to.

CHAPTER SIX

After dinner, Sable took him back to her loft apartment overlooking the city. The lights in the buildings and along the streets glowed and sparkled like the stars in the sky. Dylan grabbed her by her hand and pulled her over to one of the windows to look out at the beautiful skyline. His grip was powerful but gentle. She could tell he knew how to demand what he wanted while still handling his prize with care.

“Just look at this view,” he said in amazement. After a couple of glasses of wine, that Southern drawl she’d wanted to hear came out of him like sweet molasses.

“I see it every night, Dylan. It’s pretty, isn’t it?”

He pulled her in front of him so that he stood behind her. She could see his face rising above her head in their reflection in window. She grabbed his hands from her hips and pulled them across her waist so that he held her.

“It’s like all your stars fell from the sky. Look up. You can only see a few still there, as if they’re waiting for somewhere to land,” he mused.

Sable pulled his arms tighter across her and turned around to face him. She ran a delicate, dark hand across his white cheek and stared at his lips. She tried to make him kiss her by the force of her will alone. Then, his eyes shifted, and she saw him realize she was standing right against him.

He leaned down and planted his gentle kiss on her lips. She slid her hand from the side of his face around to the back of his head and buried her fingers in his hair. He uncrossed his arms and grabbed her hips to pull her against the desire she could feel hardening behind his jeans. His lips coached her mouth open, and his serpentine tongue wrapped around hers while their lips pressed together.

Sable grabbed his massive arms and pulled his hands down to grab her ass. She broke their kiss and gasped as his fingers gripped her and lifted her cheeks. She grazed his neck with her teeth and started unbuttoning his shirt.

She pulled his dress shirt and the tight t-shirt underneath it off to reveal the toned contours of his chest and stomach. She ran her fingers over the curves of his tanned skin. She wrapped her fingers around his belt and began opening his jeans to expose the prize she’d been waiting for all night.

Dylan’s manhood reached for her after she pulled his clothes off, and she took him in her hand. Sable wrapped her fingers around his hard shaft and gave him a couple of good, tight pumps. Her fingers barely fit all the way around at his base. That was the succulent piece of meat she’d wanted in her mouth all night.

She lightly kissed his lips. Then, she kissed his chin, his neck, down his firm chest, over the muscles in his abs, and down to where his smooth, hairless skin flattened out before his shaft sprang forth from between his legs. She brushed the taught flesh with her lips, teeth, and tongue as she kissed him from base to tip. He buried his hands in her hair and held her by the back of her head.

With one hand gripping his shaft and the other cupping him underneath, Sable kissed the tip of his head and parted her lips to take him inside her mouth. She slid down and measured him with her mouth. When he reached the opening to her throat, she slid her head up, pulling him as she came back up slowly. Her tongue ran down the ridge under his shaft and worked it.

“Oh, Sable, that’s so fucking good,” he moaned above her, but that wasn’t all she had for him.

She wanted to touch herself while she worked his shaft with her mouth, but she knew she would explode as soon as her fingers met her tender folds. She pulled her mouth back and let him slide out past her lips. She grabbed his hand as she stood up and pulled him away from the windows and into her bedroom.

Sable had a simple room with a modest, full-sized bed. She didn’t normally bring men home, but she couldn’t resist this one. She pushed Dylan onto the bed on his back and straddled him. His hard cock rubbed against her through the lace panties she’d worn for tonight. She rocked her hips so that his head stroked her lips without going in just yet.

Dylan grabbed her dress and pulled it up over her head, revealing the black lace bra and panties she’d worn for him. She unclasped her bra to reveal her full, perky breasts to him. His massive hands cupped her dark skin, squeezing her darker nipples between his fingers.

His gentle lips encircled on of her the hardening peaks, and his tongue flicked the tiny point of flesh, sending an electric jolt of pleasure through her body. Her breath came shakily into her chest.

Sable reached down and pulled her panties to the side, letting the skin on his head rub against her sensitive, wet lips. She pushed herself down onto him. He parted her effortlessly and slid deep inside of her. His pale manhood filled her dark, wet desire completely. She thrust herself down on him and shoved him into her core, all the way down to his shaft.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and rocked her hips against his. She’d wanted him since the moment she saw him, and the desire filled her to the point of overflowing. Everything about Dylan Green was larger than life, even the cock inside of her.

Each time Sable shifted her hips, his head rubbed against her g-spot and pushed her closer to the edge. She ground her hips against his so that her clitoris pressed against him. She stroked herself against his hips furiously.

“Yes, Dylan! Yes,” she cried out as her ecstasy drew closer and closer.

He put a hand on the small of her back and one behind her neck. He pulled her body to his, and she could feel his muscles pressing against her breasts. She buried her face in his shoulder as she whined and moaned with each thrust.

“Oh, I’m so close,” he breathed in her ear. She could feel him hardening inside of her. His flesh felt like it was straining to contain his eruption.

“Give it to me, baby,” she whispered in his ear with her shaky voice.

Suddenly, their bodies became one in the ecstasy that erupted between them. Her muscles clenched around the base of his shaft as her body trembled with the release of her intense pleasure. She felt his warmth filling her at the same time, and she rocked herself against him to draw out every last drop of his hot pleasure.

He moaned in her ear while she worked to help him empty himself into her, and the sound of his satisfaction sent her back over the edge, knowing that she was the one who had taken him there.

Their bodies relaxed together. Dylan lay back on the bed, and Sable lay on top of him, holding him inside her as they came down from their shared ecstasy. She ran a finger down his chest and around his nipple while he held her in his strong arms. She loved that he was so strong but was also so gentle with her. She felt safe next to him.

She knew she needed to get him back to the training facility. It was late, and his absence had probably already been noted. Then, something else dawned on her, but she didn’t want to say anything about it. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d taken her birth control. Since she hadn’t been active in a while, she’d allowed it to run out without refilling it.

She tried not to tense up or let Dylan know anything was wrong, but she wondered how the hell she could have forgotten something like her birth control. She’d had a couple of close calls with her last boyfriend, and nothing had ever come from it. Surely, this situation would be no different, she figured.

She rested her head on Dylan’s chest and listened as his heart slowed and his breathing evened out. The rhythm of his body threatened to put her to sleep, but she didn’t mind. She was comfortable where she was.

“I probably need to get back,” Dylan’s voice said above her in the darkness of her room, bringing her fantasy evening to an end.

CHAPTER SEVEN

“I understand you and my daughter went out last night,” Coach Armstrong said to Dylan in his office the next morning.

Coach had sent the usual clipboard-wielding staff member to pull Dylan from the room he shared with Ty, who had obviously been assigned to Dylan to help keep him straight. That plan didn’t seem to be working, Dylan realized. It was the end of the first week of training, and he was already sitting down to have a heart-to-heart with his new coach.

“Let me refresh your memory a little here. When I offered you the opportunity to come on board with us, I told you I was concerned with the reputation you earned back in college. Do you remember that?” Coach Armstrong sat with his hands fingers intertwined on his desk.

“Yes, sir, I remember that,” Dylan admitted. Dylan knew this conversation well. He was going to be told that if he ever did anything like that again, punishment would be swift and severe. It was the same thing every year. Usually, by the end of the season, his coach would forget all about his transgressions in favor of his performance on the field.

“Do you remember what I told you then about what was expected of you here?” Coach asked.

“Yes, sir. You said that you expected me to be on my best behavior, sir,” Dylan answered.

“I told you I expected you to act as a professional. You are a representative of this team, Dylan. Your behavior reflects on everyone here. Your behavior yesterday and last night was anything but professional.” Coach Armstrong’s voice grew more and more irate as he talked.

Here it comes
, Dylan thought. He braced himself for his coach’s punishment. He was prepared to seem devastated, though he was sure that nothing Coach would do would actually change his behavior. It never changed.

“Mr. Green, the NFL is a very competitive organization. Each season we filter the impressive talent from colleges across the country to find the right fit for each team. You know yourself, out of the scores of players in our universities, only a handful get picked to come to practice each season. What I don’t think you realize is that only a very select few of those actually wind up on the field.” Dylan’s veins ran cold as Coach Armstrong’s tone changed and became more serious.

“Dylan, I’m sorry. I don’t think there’s a place for you here. You are a great athlete, but I think you’ve got some growing up to do before you’re ready to go pro.”

His words came crashing down on Dylan’s shoulders. All of the pride he’d felt for making it this far was sucked right out of him, and he sort of slumped over in the chair across from Coach Armstrong. He didn’t know what to say. He was an
outstanding
player. He knew that. He never once even considered that his conduct would get him fired from a team.