Romance: Bad Boy Romance: Rough Play - A British Football Romance (Alpha Male Romance) (New Adult Sports Romance) (78 page)

''Be patient. Very soon,'' she said as she felt his erection pawing at the inside of his pants.

He followed her up to her
bedroom
and sat on the bed as she undressed. When she was
naked,
she stood in front oh him and looked at his face.

''You don't want to do this, do you?'' she said.

''I'm sorry. I would love
to,
but it's.......''

''Go,'' she said as she reached for a gown.

''We had a lovely evening. Go. Maybe we'll meet again in another fifteen years.''

''Thanks, Elvina. I didn't mean to......'' She put her finger to his lips.

''It's okay, really.''

Outside Sam slumped against an oak tree that hung it's leaves over the pavement. He turned his phone on and waited. Ten text messages, all from Lizzie and three missed calls.

''Lizzie?''

''Sam, thank God. What the fuck are you
playing at
? I've been worried sick about you. Where are you?''

''In Flushing Creek.''

''Where the hell's that?''

''Five hundred miles from you. It's the town I grew up in.''

''Do you want to explain to me what you are doing there and why you sound so drunk?''

''Lizzie, I'm sorry. Can I explain everything tomorrow?''

''No Sam. You've been ignoring me. I want to know why and I want to know why, now.''

''Er.....do you know I was asked to appear before the Ethics Committee?''

''Yes. I heard. That's why I was trying to get in touch with you.''

''Well, things got a bit out of
hand,
and I told the Dean to fuck off.''

''Yes, I know that as well.''

''How?''

''His secretary called me. They are worried about
you,
and so am I.''

''They don't give a shit about me. All they want is to see me ruined.''

Lizzie tutted. ''Stop feeling sorry for yourself and be a man. What's the matter with you? They hold you in very high regard.''

''Then why did they suspend me?''

'Because they made a mistake Sam. I've been looking at the Ethics
Charter,
and they shouldn't have suspended you. We didn't have a relationship until weeks after I stopped being a cheerleader. The Dean is
wrong,
and we can appeal it. But not if you keep running from me.''

''You know I always do this when I get close to someone?''

''Yes. You told me you
have
an issue with commitment. Well, it doesn't matter Sam. I don't want you now. You can go to hell. Anyone who ignores me like you have is an ass-hole and doesn't deserve me. All I want to do is help you get your job back.''

*****

Sam wasn't sure whether he was still under the influence when he began the drive back to Westchester. It was five am and he'd finished drinking about one am. But
he
didn't care, all he wanted to do was get to Lizzie's apartment as quickly as possible.

When he finally got there is was four
pm,
and he was exhausted. He wearily climbed the steps to her apartment and knocked on the door.

When Lizzie
opened,
she was wearing red lingerie and a pair of black hold up stockings.

''What took you so long?'' she asked.

''What?''

''I thought you would have been here earlier.''

''You told me you didn't want me. If I remember
correctly,
you told me to go to hell. Now you greet me in sexy clothes and ask where I've been. I'm confused.''

''Did you think I
was being
serious?''

''Of course.''

''No, I didn't mean a word of it. But it got you back to me didn't it.''

''You cunning.......''

Lizzie squealed as he lifted her
from
her feet and carried her to the bedroom. ''I'm going
to really teach
you a lesson for that,'' he said.

''Okay, but don't ever run away from me again. Either commit to me here and now or go forever,'' she said.

''I love you. I want you. Now stop talking while I undress you.''

Lizzie stood
patiently
as Sam unhooked her bra. He stood back to look at her breasts, his gaze making her shy. ''Stop glaring and do something,'' she said.

''You are so beautiful.
How can I not glare at you?'' He put his hands on her soft mounds and felt how heavy they were. ''My God I've wanted this moment for a long time.''

As he
spoke,
he felt her nipples
stiffen,
and her breathing
become
faster. ''So have I,'' she said. She started to take off his shirt. Underneath she saw how well
defined
his muscles were.

''I need a shower,'' he said. ''It's been a long journey.''

''Take my things off and I'll come with you.''

''With pleasure,'' he said.

He knelt in front of her and put his fingers inside the waistband of her panties. His touch was warm on her skin as he slowly slid the thin material down past her shapely thighs and let it drop to her ankles. His eyes
were drawn
to the perfectly manicured landing strip in the V between her
thighs
.

''Now you,'' she said. She unfastened his belt and pulled the top button on his jeans open, and slid his zipper down. She put her hand
into
his pants and felt for his penis. She felt it jump when she touched it. ''Wow. You're not going to disappoint me are you?'' she said referring to his size.

He slid his pants and shorts
down
and stood up so she could look at him. ''No, I hope not.''

When he stepped out of the tangled mess of his pants and shorts, she took hold of his hard shaft and led him into the bathroom. When she'd rolled her stockings off, she turned on the water and pushed him into the shower.

As the water cascaded over them, she pushed him down onto his knees and thrust her groin toward his mouth. She cried out when his tongue touched her wetness. She pulled his head onto her and lifted a leg so he could have easier access to her.

As his tongue made long strokes over her, the tiny hairs on his chin tickled her. ''That's so
nice
,” she gasped.''Don't stop. Right there yes.''

He continued until her legs were shaking so violently she could no longer stand. She hadn't reached orgasm when they left the shower. They fell onto a towel on the bathroom floor. He pushed her legs apart and put his mouth to her once more. Soon she began to feel her pleasure welling up, causing her belly to stiffen and her hands to paw at the skin on the back of his neck.

''You smell
wonderful
,'' he said raising his head for a second. ''So young and fresh. Come for me.''

When he resumed, he took her over the edge. She thrust her hips from the floor and ground herself on his face until she became too sensitive and pulled away. ''My God,'' she gasped as she rolled onto her side. ''
That was great
.''

''There's plenty more where that came from,'' he said. She loved the shape of his legs and the
fine
dark hair that covered them. His chest was
strong
and his biceps bulged when he moved his arms. His penis pointed to the ceiling, and his balls
were taught
against his shaft. They looked so inviting she couldn't help herself.

''Stand up,'' she commanded.

He stood above her as she began to kiss and lick his balls. They were
coarse,
and the skin rippled. Her tongue played delicately in the folds, teasing him, making his shaft painfully hard.

''Nice?'' she asked.

''Yes, very.'' He was enthralled by the sight of her red fingernails on his scrotum as they tweaked his skin teasingly. When she slipped a finger between his legs and began to massage him there, it drove him wild. He rolled her onto her back, pushed her legs as wide as they would go and thrust into her. Lizzie screamed as he parted her, his penis rubbing over the most sensitive places her body possessed.

She loved the sight of the muscles in his arms straining as he held himself above her. His thrusts were long and
firm,
and she had to hold onto him to prevent herself from sliding away from him.

''Fuck me harder,'' she pleaded. ''Make me come again.'' She saw him grit his
teeth
and felt his thrusts increase in intensity as he pounded her. Soon her body
stiffened,
and her
face became
motionless as a huge rack of pleasure surged from her womanhood. He stopped deep inside
her
until her orgasm released her from the spams it had held her in for many seconds. She gasped for breath and smiled at him.

'’You are so pretty,'' he said.
''I love the sight of you when you come.''

''Take me to bed,' she said. In the heat of their passion she'd ignored the hardness of the tile floor but now she wanted softness.

He put her down on her belly and mounted her from behind. ''If you want to know, this is my favorite position, he said. ''I can see all of you from here. Your beautiful ass, your back, your shoulders. You're so
hot; I
don't know how long I can last.''

''Just screw me and shut up,'' she said, eager to feel him moving in and out of her. He gripped her soft hips and pulled her onto him. She gasped and cried out as he began to slap himself against her buttocks. The feel of his penis, as it slid in and out of her, and the
feel
of the vibrations his hips were causing as they slammed
against
her, made her scream and
come
once more. She buried her head in the pillow and groaned. He was insatiable and quickly exhausting her.

''Give me your sperm,'' she said. ''I want it inside me.''

He grunted, shoved into her a few more times, and remained stock still as he gave her every last drop of what she so craved.

''
That was great
,' she said as she rolled onto her back. ''Are you okay?'' she asked when she looked at him. He was bathed in sweat and breathing hard.

''Fine, I didn't know I was so out of condition,'' he gasped.

''Maybe you ought to join your players on a run or two,'' she said.

''So that's what having a young wife is going to be like. Daily runs and
serious
screwing in the evening. I'll soon be back in shape.''

''Wife?'' she said.

''Er....no I meant,''

Before he could
finish,
she put a finger over his mouth. ''I like wife better than whatever you were going to say.''

''Me too,'' he said.

''Are you sure? You won't go running away again?''

''No. I won't. You are the one for me. Of that, I have no doubt. We will be a rock solid couple.

*****

Lizzie found out six weeks later that she was pregnant. Sam was so thrilled he paid
for the team
to have free drinks all evening in BJ's. He even told Cora she wasn't that bad after all.

Fatherhood brought a gentler, more understanding side to him which helped no end in training his players. Suddenly there was a bond and results started to come again. By the time his son was three, Sam was being
hailed
as the best collegiate football coach in the
county
.

A year later, he'd been poached by the NFL, where he earned so much money the financial security of his family was guaranteed forever.

Lizzie finished her studies but chose to be a full-time mom. She had four kids whom she idolized. She and Sam never divorced. They were happy together for the rest of their days.

*****

THE END

Chapter One

Rachel squinted and pulled her jacket around her tighter to keep the wind from chilling her to the bone. She didn’t
really
want to be
there,
but if she hadn’t come, Bree would have been
disappointed,
and when Bree was disappointed, she could be a pain. Rachel looked at her best friend, whose eyes
were fixed
on the team playing on the field below with an intense focus. She couldn’t help being amused by it. Bree was there to support her cousin, not her boyfriend. But her focus was more on the game than on her cousin. She was one of the biggest football fanatics Rachel had ever known in her 19 years.

She and Bree had been friends since second grade. They were always together, even when they had boyfriends. Right now, both were single. They had agreed to go to college
together,
and that was just what they had done.

Bree stood up and screamed. Rachel jumped and then giggled. She looked out over the field and watched the players running and slamming into each other. She shook her head, amused.

“They’re gonna get concussions doing that.” She murmured. She felt two hands on her shoulders from behind and turned her head to see the smiling face of Andrew, one of her good friends. He was excited, like Bree.

“I heard that, chickie!” He
said loudly
, over the cheering crowd around them. “Don’t you know that’s why they’re out there? They already have brain injuries!”

Rachel laughed. “Like you wouldn’t be out there if you’d made the team, Andy!” She yelled to him.

He shook his head. “Not me, sweetheart! No way
would
I ever make that football team.
This is
college! I’ve got more chance of becoming a jockey!”

His face moved
away,
and his hands left her
shoulders,
but
he left
her with a jovial feeling. She stood up, too, and cheered for their team as they made the winning touchdown.

Rachel followed Bree through the crowd. The crush of people didn’t
really
bother her. They were in such good moods. The win had put their college in the running for the championship. She was pleased
for
them but had
truly
only shown up for Bree and Rico. She was a
first-year
student studying
basic
medicine and planned to go to Baylor in Houston when she finished with her first four years here. She had some studying to do but not enough to be stressed about it.

A lifelong student, Rachel had the reputation of being a book nerd. She enjoyed the title and readily admitted she was a big fan of books, medicine and all things brainy. Bree was the opposite. She liked to be out in public, talking, laughing and making herself a part of the spotlight.
She
was into dramatic arts and singing. She had one of the most beautiful operatic voices Rachel had ever heard. She was a member of the College Station Symphony and Choir and amazed people regularly with her talent.

Bree turned and grabbed Rachel’s hand.

“I don’t want to lose you, girl. This crowd is huge! Come on, follow me! We’re going to the locker room!”

“But
…
Bree, they are gonna be changing in there and stuff, I don’t think…”

“Your problem, my friend, is that you think too much! We’re not
gonna
see any naked butts, I promise! We’ll wait outside until Rico comes out. Okay?” Bree laughed. “You’re such a Christian, Rache!”

Rachel smiled at her. Bree knew her well.

They made their way through the shuffling bodies and broke out near the hallway to the locker rooms.
There were more people coming
and going but a lot less. Rachel breathed more freely and passed some of their friends, returning their nods and smiles. Most of them knew Bree and were only being polite to her. She didn’t mind.

They stopped in front of the men’s locker rooms. Bree, not one to be very patient, bounced up and down on her heels, looking like she was waiting for an elevator.

“This is so incredibly exciting, Rache.” Bree was saying. “I can’t wait to go to the championships! There are going to be a lot of cute guys there, you know. You really gotta get your nose out of those books.”

Rachel laughed. “First of all, I’m here with you now, aren’t I? What are you
complaining about
? And second, I would much rather find a man at one of your symphony shows than at a football game! I’m not gonna go for some dumb
jock; you
know that.”

Bree widened her eyes and pushed her index finger against her lips. “Sssshhh. Don’t say that here! We’ve got aspiring soldiers, surgeons and dentists on this team, you know.”

“I know. I was just
sayin
…”

Bree laughed. “It’s okay, girl. Don’t get all stressed out. I knew you were only kidding.”

She wasn’t
really,
but she chuckled along with Bree. Her friend always made her feel better about life in general. She was
a positive
, happy girl. Everyone loved her. Except the ones who envied her. They didn’t like her at all. But Bree was a magnet for people who looked at
life like
one of the best video games they had ever played. No Emo for her.

Bree would have laughed at Rachel’s thoughts.
Emo was old hat, so high school.

The door finally
opened,
and the guys started to file out, laughing, shoving each other, calling out to the girls in the hallway. Rico was among the first group of young
men,
and he was closely followed up by Dallas Reynolds, quarterback extraordinaire. The first thing Rico did was grab Bree, pick her up and swing her in a circle.

“Hello, cuz!” He said in a
loud,
excited voice. “It’s so good to see you!”

“Rico! What a great job you did! Wow! So proud of you! Awesome!”

He released her and pretended to go for Rachel in the same
way,
but she took a step back, smiling at him, shaking her head. He held out his arms wide and tilted his head to one side. “Aww come on now, Rache! One hug? I won’t pick you up, I promise!”

Rachel couldn’t help laughing and went in for her hug. Rico was a big boy, playing defensive tackle. He
was covered
in large
muscles,
and whether she wanted to admit it or not, she felt safe when he hugged her. If she was ever in trouble, she wanted Rico by her side.

Dallas bent low at the waist in a dramatic bow. “Greetings, ladies. Did you enjoy the game?”

“It was fantastic, Dallas! You
really
know how to throw a ball.” Bree threw herself at the
boy,
and he hugged her.

“Thanks.” He smiled at Rachel. “Rachel.” He said
simply
.

“Dallas.”

Rachel and Dallas were in the same anatomy and physiology class. He never answered any
questions,
and she never saw him with a book. She was not impressed. He was good-looking, tall and looked
strong
. From the way he played football, he was obviously talented. But she didn’t believe he took medicine seriously and the thought of him being in medicine and
actually
working on living people gave her misgivings. She doubted he would pass the class. She didn’t know his
grades,
but she didn’t need to see that he was more interested in the pigskin than he was human skin.

“Did you enjoy the game?” He asked.

“I did, thank you.”

“Okay, enough of the formal small talk!” Bree said, leaning forward, one arm around Rico’s waist. He had his long arm around her shoulders, his
wide
smile contagious.

“Let’s
go get
some chicken wings and Coke!”

Foster’s Grille
was packed
with students who had been at the game. As soon as they entered, half a dozen people screamed for Rico and Dallas. They
cheered,
and both young men were swallowed up by the crowd, slapping them on the back and shaking their hands.

“Come on!” Bree grabbed her arm and steered her to the only table left, a booth that looked like it needed to be wiped down with a washcloth. Rachel grimaced but tried not to show her displeasure. They slid into the bench seats, across from each other and Bree got the attention of a smiling server nearby. She cupped her hands around her mouth and called out, “We need this table wiped down when you can, please! My friend doesn’t like germs and messes!”

The server knew both Bree and Rachel well and nodded, her smile never leaving her face. Bree looked at Rachel and leaned over the table. “I don’t see how you are going to be a doctor if you can’t stand messes, Rache! That’s all you’re
gonna
see! What about all the blood and guts!”

Rachel leaned forward and called back to make herself heard. “Totally different, Bree, trust me!”

Bree shook her head. “If you say so, sweetie!”

Two more friends came over and began a high volume conversation with Bree. Rachel looked around. She spotted Rico and Dallas at the ordering counter and wondered if they knew what she wanted.
She
hoped they didn’t get the hottest wings they could. She loved chicken wings but couldn’t take more than the mild and had to have some ranch just to eat those. Her stomach was sensitive.

They were talking to each other, their smiles as wide as ever. She moved her eyes around her, taking in the college scene and thinking she better enjoy it because it probably wasn’t going to last. It wouldn’t always be that
way,
and she knew it.
She wouldn’t always be surrounded by friends
. Her step-mother had warned her about life and getting older. And if there was anyone who knew about devastating life changes, it was her step-mother. Rachel decided not to think about negative things and just enjoy where she was at that moment. She lifted her hands up when the server came over with a cloth. As the young woman wiped the table down, she moved her mind to happy thoughts.

Rico and Dallas delivered four large baskets of wings to the table ten minutes later.

“These are the best wings on the planet, man. The absolute best.” Rico said as he slid into the booth next to his cousin.

“Oh?” Rachel attempted a joke. “And you’ve tasted all the
wings
on the planet?” She smiled at him and was grateful when he smiled back.

“I have. Didn’t you know I’m a globe trotter? Started when I was five, made my way all the way around the world.”

“Sorry, buddy,” Dallas said. “That’s basketball, not football.”

The four friends laughed.

Rachel looked down at the basket of wings Dallas slid in front of her. She wondered what kind they were. She was afraid to ask and looked up at Bree to see if she could send a telepathic message of inquiry.

Bree wasn’t looking at
her,
but Dallas was. He was scanning the side of her skeptical face. He leaned close to her and said into her ear, “They’re mild, Rachel. Bree
said you
only eat
mild
.”

Rachel’s face lit
up,
and she gave Dallas a big smile. “That’s awesome!” She said.

He grinned back at her. “Hey, you
really
pretty up when you smile.”

She raised her eyebrows and stuck her tongue out at him, hiding the fact that the words had made her feel a bit insecure. Did that mean he thought she was ugly otherwise? She moved her eyes down to the wings. She was going to devour them.