ROMANCE: SPORTS ROMANCE: Double Blindside (Bad Boy College Football Romance) (New Adult College Alpha Male Sports Romance) (26 page)

Chapter 8

George sent me into his closet after he washed the bit of blood off of my face. Steve had split my eyebrow when he hit me and I could already tell it was going to swell. It hurt too bad not to. I had never been hit by a man before and it was not what I had expected. He was so much stronger than I would have given him credit for, but it seemed like I had been wrong about so many things. I had been horribly wrong about my boss, the great Senator that I now hoped never made it to the presidency. Our country could do better and there was no way to separate the man, from the deeds.

“Thanks George. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come in.”

“By the looks of it, you would have stopped the Senator from having any more children.”

He was trying to make me laugh, to lighten the mood and while I appreciated it, it was hard to laugh when my face hurt. Grinning and then grimacing, I saw a moment of fury in his eyes.

“Let’s find you something to wear, shall we?”

“Please, nothing too revealing.”

George had a solemn look on his face and I wondered what he was thinking. Opening the closet, he gave me one of his shirts and a pair of shorts. I looked at him kind of strange, my eyes questioning his choices.

“Take a shower and you will start to feel better. I will send someone out to find you something appropriate to wear. I don’t want you to have to go down there and worry about him. He’s been asked to leave. Just take a hot shower and I will bring you up something when you are done.”

I wanted to ask him to stay, but I couldn’t get the words out. Instead I pulled him back to me and kissed him softly on his lips. “Thank you.”

***

The shower felt amazing and I was almost feeling better about everything until I got in front of the mirror and seen my face. It was swelled to twice the size and my head was killing me. Walking out of the bathroom in the clothes he had given me, I walked right into what must have been his bedroom. I called his name, but he didn’t show up. Looking around, I saw a couple of pictures of a smiling boy that looked a lot like George. After a time, I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes. The pounding in my head stopped as I drifted off to sleep, trying more than anything to forget about what had happened. There were so many loose ends to tie up, but in the end, I just needed some sleep.

I didn’t wake up till the next morning, the light streaming in the windows. I looked over and saw George sleeping on top of the covers. It gave me a few minutes to look at him with him unaware. His face was calm and more handsome than I remembered. I tried to move quietly out of the bed, pushing the covers away that he had covered me with.

“Good morning Maggie.”

I looked back a little shyly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up. I was just going to get a taxi or something. I can’t thank you enough for last night.”

He sat up still in his clothes from the night before, like he had been protecting me. I wanted to ask about what happened to the Senator, but I knew that it didn’t matter. I was fired and that was that.

“Well at least have some breakfast and pick something out to wear.” He gestured towards several bags that were on the floor. He really had sent someone out to help me get something to wear. It was too much, he was too much and I didn’t know how to thank him. There were no words to fully encapsulate what I felt for him.

Moving towards the bags, I found a pair of jeans and a shirt to wear. It wasn’t really my style, but it fit better than his clothes that swamped around me. They smelled like him though and I didn’t want to take them off. I wanted to keep them as a reminder, sure that I wouldn’t see him again, but instead I folded them up on the sink in the bathroom before I went back out. He was already up and had breakfast waiting. We talked for a while before he called me a car to take me to the airport. I kissed him once, quickly before I left and I knew that whatever happened next, I would always remember him.

***

I got back home and Ana was surprised to see me. I gave her a rundown of what had happened and though she looked shocked, I knew that she had seen it coming. I had seen it coming too, if I hadn’t been so full of myself. It never was my writing that got me the job, just the pretty face. I figured my career in politics was over and maybe that was just as well. It seemed that I wasn’t cut out for what was involved with it.

Through the next week I couldn’t stop thinking about George. I no longer had anything to remember him by except the memory of his lips on mine. As I started looking for work in my field, it became clear that I had been black-balled from every other candidate. It looked like I was going to be back to writing speeches for small town mayors, but at least I still had my dignity.

Getting back home after another day of being turned away like a leper, I called out to Ana who should have been home. The door was unlocked and it made me wonder where she was. She was always good about locking up after she left. “Ana? Are you here?”

“She will be back in a little while. I hope you don’t mind, she let me in and told me to wait.”

Stopping just inside, I couldn’t believe who it was. “George? What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to talk.”

I looked down at my suit and smoothed it down nervously. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Us.”

I was confused. “Us?”

“Sounds good doesn’t it?”

It did, but I wasn’t going to admit that. “I don’t understand George.”

He sighed and moved towards me. “I can’t get you out of my mind Maggie. There should be an us. I have spent all this time running around with women and never once did I wake up next to one still clothed. Hell, I don’t remember wanting to wake up next to any of them.”

I remember being with him for those short moments and I had felt something to. I had felt something the first time I saw him and everything since then just made me love him even more. I paused with the thought and though it hadn’t been said out loud, it affected me the same way. There was no denying how I felt about him any longer.

“So, I thought that there should be an us.”

“What makes you think that I want you in the same way George?”

“A man just knows.”

As he got closer to me, my heart started to slam in my chest. Here I was worried about a job and a career, when all the time, the only thing that moved me to silence was him. He stopped right in front of me, so close he would touch me if he only leaned in. I looked up at him, waiting for him to kiss me, dying for it.

“Are you feeling better?”

His hand went to my face, turning it to see the last of the black eye that I had. I nodded that I was fine, finding it hard to meet his gaze. “Can I kiss you?”

I’d never been asked before and I didn’t answer, just moved up to my tiptoes to reach his face. Our lips touched softly and I moaned as my arms went around his neck. He tasted too good to deny and I was lost in his touch. It was only when I hear the door opening behind me that I remembered what I was doing.

I pulled George to my room and I forgot about how small it was compared to his own. Shutting the door behind me, I moved back for more, pulling him down into the bed with me. It was all I had thought about for weeks and even after I thought I would never see him again. It was still all that I thought about.

He took over, pushing me into the mattress with his hard body. My legs opened to let him in between my legs and I groaned with the feel of him against me. George pulled back slightly panting, waiting for me to look at him. When he stopped touching me I did. “Is there an us?”

I wanted to say yes, but I couldn’t even think, let alone talk. Instead I sat up and pulled my shirt off over my head, my hands going to my pants. “You talk too much George. Did anyone ever tell you that?”

His dark eyes swept over my body and he stopped me when my arms went back to unhook my bra. He pulled them down and moved to kiss me again. I could tell he wanted to prolong it, while all I could think about was the feel of him on top of me, pressing against me in such a way that I craved more than anything for him to be inside of me.

I pulled him down to me, my hips trying to push him to the same frenzy that I felt. Our lips mashed together, tongues moving against each other, but I wanted more, needed more than just his touch. I lifted up to grind against him, my thighs opened wide and only a small pair of panties was left to cover my core. He left my lips and moved down to my neck, licking and sucking his way to my breasts. Pulling down the bra with a jerk, my tits jiggled enticingly in front of him. I cried out with the feel of his lips wrapping around the tip. I felt frenzied and I just needed him. “Please George. I’ve waited weeks for you. I need you now.”

The grinding on him finally seemed to work and he pulled back to undo his own need. Pulling my panties to the side, I felt the hard cockhead pressing against me. I was so wet that he slid an inch in just from the slight pressure and I whimpered out as my eyes closed. Jerking harder on my pink panties, I heard them rip and then more pressure on my wet heat.

When he just stayed poised on top of me, I looked up, my eyes questioning him. “Please tell me there is an us Maggie. Not just once, but always.”

My hips lifted up and I slid him an inch more inside, squeezing him tightly. He made a strangled cry, but still wouldn’t give me what I needed. Growing frustrated, I pushed him away. As he got off of me, I moved to make him go to his back. I needed to feel him inside of me that instant and I didn’t need all those questions. We had talked enough as far as I was concerned.

Climbing onto his lap, he held me close as our lips met. I opened my thighs to straddle him and when I felt his hard rod below me, I sank down onto him, gasping with the sudden fullness. Looking down at our bodies joined, I ground harder, making sure every last inch was inside of me before I encircled his neck and started moving on top of him. My eyes closed with the pleasure and I moaned into his mouth as I slowly rode him. His muscles were taut under my fingers and I could feel him tensing with each slam down.

It had been too long and never had I felt that way. Before long, I was gasping as I pushed myself to an orgasm. My nails dug into his shoulders and I moaned his name into his ears, over and over again as wave after wave of pleasure took over. “Yes George. Oh God, yes!”

I shook above him and I was left unable to move. All energy was gone and with my release came an overwhelming powerless feeling. I kissed the side of his face and started to move off of him. “Are you done now?”

I nodded my head and then squealed as he slammed me down into the mattress. The movement took my breath away, but no worse than when he pushed back into my wetness. I heard him growl and then all I could feel was his thick meat pushing back in. My tightness clenched him as he pushed deeper, sidling up to my womb with his massive cock. He felt so fucking good. I was ready to explode.

When I did and begged him for a minute, he ignored me, slamming in over and over again. I was melting underneath him, my muscles sore from tightening up so hard. “George, please!”

I was coming again and the words were lost with his kiss. He rutted into me several more times before he too groaned loud and I felt the first shot of his steamy cum. It burned my insides and pushed me over an edge that I had teetered at for what felt like days. It had been minutes, but it was all I had needed. He was all I had needed. Clinging to his neck, I pulled him down for another kiss as he jerked inside of me. I didn’t want to let him go, but he finally pulled out and lay down next to me. He was out of breath and it made me feel a little bit better. At least I was not the only one that had seen stars.

“There is definitely an us George. Definitely”

THE END

A Bad Boy MMA Fighter Sports Romance

By: Carly White

Chapter 1: Denise

“Come here baby.”

I felt a hand grab my butt and I turned around. Antony Frost had his hot hand on my ass. He was one of the fighters that had just fought in the octagon. I was just there to congratulate my uncle that had just had his last fight of his career.

“Hands off. I am not one of the groupies.”

His dark eyes twinkled, but he removed the offensive touch and let me walk away. “You could be.”

I looked back and shrugged. “Looks like you have enough.”

There were girls lined up to see the two stepbrothers. Since coming to the MMA scene the year before, Antony and Mike Frost had made a name for themselves. The women loved them for their ripped abs and tattooed biceps. I had been around those types of men my whole life and while they were impressive, I wasn’t that impressed.

Uncle Ray moved out of the changing room and I gave him a big hug. He had a few girls following him too like a fly to honey, but I ignored them. “You looked good tonight. Are you okay?”

I knew that it would be hard for him to give up the spotlight, but his body was not made for the abuse anymore. He had sadness in his look, but he covered it quickly with a smile. I knew that he would miss it, but I hoped that his charity work would keep him busy. He had teamed up with several charities to be their spokesperson now that he had no contracts with the MMA. Ray was going to miss the action, but he had earned a break from it.

“So did you want to get something to eat? How long are you in town for?”

“Of course, I am always hungry. I’m here for a week, but I was hoping to check out some internships while I was here.”

He shook his head. “I just can’t believe that you would want to get into this business.”

It wasn’t the first time I had heard that. Ray didn’t understand why I loved entertainment so much. I had spent my childhood watching him as a wrestler and then as a MMA fighter. I used to cherish the tension and the way the audience held their breath in each fight. I wanted to make people feel the same way and having him as my uncle, opened doors in the sports entertainment region and I would be a fool not to take advantage of it.

“You know I have always loved it. Besides, I won’t be the one flinging myself around. Behind the camera producing it is much better.”

“Fine, but I don’t like you around all these guys anymore.”

I had to giggle. He was just like my father, always looking out for me, whether I liked it or not. “You used to love bringing me here before.”

“That’s before you grew up. Back then, you would recite stats like you knew them by heart. It was cute. Now…”

“It’s not that bad. Just a few gropes today.”

His eyes narrowed and I wished I hadn’t said anything. “Who?”

I was tempted to rat out the man, but I didn’t want things to get ugly. “No one Ray, calm down. Let’s go get something to eat.”

***

When we got to his favorite restaurant, there were several fighters there from the fight. I wanted a nice, quiet meal, but I soon found myself at a huge table with the guys I had watched fight in the octagon earlier in the evening. Antony and Mike were there and I caught them looking at me, Antony saying something in his stepbrother’s ear. It became clear that they didn’t know who I was by the way they kept looking at Ray.

Going to the bathroom, when I came back out, Antony was standing there. His dark eyes looked down at me as if I were a meal.

“When you said you weren’t a groupie; I didn’t realize that you meant not one of mine. How does an old guy like Ray get a hot chick like you to chase after him?”

This guy was insufferable and I tried to walk away before he grabbed my arm to stop me. “Get your hands off of me. I thought we went through this before?”

“Just tell me why him?”

“Uncle Ray invited me here for his last big match. Why him, because he is my dad’s brother. Now get your hands off of me.”

He did, almost immediately and I could see regret in his eyes. My uncle may have been older, but there was no way that anyone wanted to mess with him. He was known for being mean and protecting his family was one of his great causes. He had gone to jail several times for fighting with people that messed with his wife. He would do no less for me and I knew that.

“Sorry I didn’t know that you were his niece. Why didn’t I ever know about you?”

“I can think of a few reasons. Now if you are done, I need to go.”

He let me walk away, but I could feel the burn in the back of me from his gaze. I looked back once and he had a look of surprise on his face. I didn’t know if it was because of who I was or that I had turned him down. I doubted that many people told him no.

When we got back to the table, Ray was looking passed me towards Antony. “He didn’t bother you, did he?”

I shook my head that he hadn’t. I didn’t much care for his style, but Antony was too pretty to fight Ray. I was sure that he would ruin his pretty boy face.

“No, he seems pretty harmless.”

Ray laughed. “I’ve never heard anyone describe him as harmless. Just be careful around these guys, you are too pretty for your own good. You don’t know what they would do to you if they got ahold of a good girl like you.”

I nodded like I understood, but there was a hint of a smile on my face. It wasn’t the first time I had been called a good girl.