Tackling Love: A Sports Romance (Tackling Romance Series Book 1)

by Kathleen Kelly

  KATHLEEN KELLY

  Tackling Love

  Kathleen Kelly

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  Colton Anders

  Quarterback for the New England Warriors.

  Playboy, cocky, self-assured, used to getting what he wants.

  Skye Hadley

  Teacher at a high-profile private school.

  Quiet, plays it safe, never breaks the rules.

  Unexpectedly, their two worlds collide.

  Colton tempts Skye one night, and she throws caution to the wind, taking him home.

  Unknowingly propelling herself into a world filled with fans, media, and an abundance of unwanted attention.

  The media is grueling, but their chemistry is undeniable. Vulnerable in lust, Skye wants nothing more than to give in to her heart’s desires.

  With the world watching, will Colt be able to win Skye over in this fun, sports romance?

  For the readers who purchase my books.

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  And for my author friends who lift me up every day.

  Never stop dreaming or setting goals.

  The sky’s the limit.

  Blurb

  Dedication

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  Connect With Me Online

  About The Author

  SKYE

  Against my better judgment, I’m in a sports bar, a freaking sports bar, with one of the fathers whose child goes to the school where I teach. It’s been so long since I’ve been on a date, but this guy, Derek Geyser, is a douche. He’s already halfway to drunk—okay, maybe I’m exaggerating, but he’s had four beers, and somehow, on a date, it’s my turn to buy drinks. Go figure? I glance over my shoulder, and Derek’s eyes are firmly on my butt. I do a little wave, and he all but drools when he waves back. I spin around, trying desperately to get the bartender’s attention. The sooner I get him a beer, the sooner I can leave.

  “Now, beautiful, you’re trying too damned hard. Let me help. Yo, Teddy! This little lady needs some service.”

  I look up into deep brown eyes, a perfect smile, and biceps I could bounce pennies off. He’s also full of himself, and he’s grinning at me like I’m his next meal. Great.

  “Sure, Colt. What can I get you, little lady?”

  I plaster a big smile on my face. “Shinerbock and a Diet Coke, please.”

  “Coming right up.”

  Teddy puts them on the bar, and I begin to hand over money when Mr. Biceps grabs my hand. “That’s okay… this one’s on me.”

  “No, I can’t let you do that.”

  “I insist.” He smiles down at me.

  There’s no point arguing, I can tell he’s used to getting his way.

  “All right then, thank you.” Mr. Biceps licks his lips while I pick up the drinks. “Better be getting back to my date.” I flash a smile and leave him there with his mouth hanging wide open.

  I weave in and out of people to get back to Derek as quickly as I can.

  “You know that guy at the bar?” asks Derek.

  “No, I don’t. You know, Derek, I should be getting home. It’s late.”

  “It’s nine o’clock!”

  “I know, but I have a big day tomorrow. You know… school stuff.” I’m trying desperately to give him the hint, and even give him a squeeze on his knee followed by a graceful smile.

  Derek leans in. “Ahh… honey, you can’t go yet. We haven’t even had a dance.” He grabs my hand and puts it to his lips.

  I swear to God my stomach just rolled in disgust. What was I thinking going on a date with this guy? Jesus, I must be more desperate than I realized.

  Pulling my hand away from him, I pick up my bag. “Sorry, I’m not much of a dancer.”

  “Nonsense! I’ll lead. You’ll be in safe hands.” Derek winks, then drags me toward the dance floor.

  As soon as we step on, the freaking music turns to a slow song. Derek pulls me in close, beer and cheap cologne hit me like a brick to my senses. I try to step back, but he insists and pulls me in closer, then one of his hands goes straight to my ass.

  Bringing up both hands, I place them on his chest and push him away. “I’m done. Thank you, Derek, for an interesting evening. I’m going home.” I turn, ready to stalk out, but his hand closes around my upper arm.

  “Now, hang on a minute… I paid for dinner.”

  “Let me go. And let me be clear, I had to endure dinner. Seriously, Derek. Let. Me. Go,” I hiss at him.

  “Is there a problem here?”

  I look up, and it’s Mr. Biceps from the bar. He’s a good four inches taller than Derek, and the man is a walking advertisement for sex.

  “I was just leaving,” I say forcefully.

  “You’re Colton Anders,” exclaims Derek as the douche lets me go, and I stumble, nearly falling over. Derek grabs Colt’s hand and is pumping it up and down. “I’m a huge fan.”

  With Derek now enamored with Mr. Biceps, I make a run for the door. Thankfully, I drove my car. Somehow, I had a feeling Derek wasn’t going to be a fun date.

  Why didn’t I listen to my inner voice? Because it’s been a long time sin
ce I’ve felt the touch of a man.

  “Honestly, Skye, you have the worst, the absolute worst taste in men,” I say to myself as I search through my bag for my car keys. Upon finding them, I unsuccessfully attempt to open my car door. “Jesus! You can’t do anything right, can you? Just open the freaking door, Skye,” I berate myself.

  “Are you okay?”

  I twirl around to find Mr. Biceps grinning at me.

  “How long have you been there?”

  “Long enough to know your name is Skye, and you can’t open your car door.” Mr. Biceps grins at me, takes the keys from my hand, and unlocks my car with ease. “See, it’s easy.” He leans up against the open door and grins at me as he slowly looks me up and down.

  “I’m perfectly capable of opening the door, but thank you.” He’s super cute, and I squirm under his gaze. “Who are you?”

  “I’m Colt Anders,” he says it like I should know who he is, but I have no idea.

  “Well, Mr. Anders, thank you. If you could step aside, I’ll be on my way.”

  “Now, honey, you are five foot four of hotness, and you shouldn’t be going home alone,” Colt drawls.

  Clenching my thighs together, a dull ache vibrates from my core. It’s been a long time since I’ve taken a man to my bed, too long. Only this guy’s so full of himself.

  “I’m five foot five.”

  “Perfect.”

  Colt licks his lips, and before I know what I’m doing, I blurt out, “Get in, cowboy.”

  The grin widens, and he jogs around to the other side of the car.

  As I drive away, I see Derek at the entrance of the bar watching me leave.

  Actually, he probably saw Colt get in.

  Great.

  The drive home takes about twenty minutes. During that time, Colt’s hands are everywhere, his lips are on my neck, and I swear, I nearly drive off the road a half dozen times.

  Damn! This guy knows what he’s doing.

  When we arrive home, I open my car door, and he climbs across the seats to get to me, which is no small feat for someone his size. The kissing continues up to the front door of my house. I’m beginning to think we won’t make it inside, but my brain kicks in, and I break the kiss and turn around. My house keys are in my hand, and I’m trying to put the keys in the lock, all while Colt’s hands are pulling up my skirt, and his hands are touching, pinching, and turning me into liquid fire.

  The door finally opens, and we fall through it.

  Colt is on top of me, laughing. Somehow, I manage to roll over as he sits up, slams the front door with his foot and begins undoing his belt.

  I grab his hands. “Let’s take this into the bedroom,” I purr.

  Colt stands, I hold out my hands, and he pulls me to my feet, then ducks and throws me over his shoulder.

  “Colt!”

  “Which way?” He laughs.

  “Straight and hang a left,” I yell through my laughter.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Colt finds my bedroom and throws me on the bed. I’m laughing so hard, but when he pulls his shirt over his head, the laughter dies on my lips. I’ve never seen a body so perfectly sculptured—he looks like a god. Crawling toward him on the bed, Colt removes his belt, and I smile.

  “Stop. Let me.”

  The button to his jeans comes undone easily. Slowly, I pull on the zipper and run my hands over his rock-hard butt before tugging on his jeans and underwear. Both my hands wrap around his large shaft. Lowering my mouth to the tip of his cock, my tongue swirls over it. Colt growls and tangles his hands in my hair. He moves my head up and down, and I relish in the noises he’s making, but he abruptly pulls me up.

  “Skye, I want to fuck you. And if you keep doing that, I won’t be able to.” Colt’s voice is ragged, and his eyes are filled with lust.

  Nodding, I reach down to pull my shirt over my head, but he grabs my hands.

  “Uh-huh, let me.” Colt’s hands trail down my body, sending sparks of electricity through me wherever they touch. He grabs the hem of my shirt, and I raise my hands above my head. Colt pulls it up and stops once it gets to my head, so I’m vulnerable, trapped. The next thing I feel is his hands on my waist and his lips between my breasts. I’m lost in the sensations he’s eliciting from me and unable to do anything but enjoy them. One of his hands moves up my body to my bra, pulling down the skimpy material, and then his mouth covers my nipple, sucking, licking, biting.

  I want out of my prison.

  I want to touch him.

  To do to him what he’s doing to me.

  “Colt, I want to touch you,” I whimper.

  “Not yet. Need you to trust me.”

  I’m on my knees with my hands above my head, my face is covered, and I do not know this man at all. Hell, all I know is his name, and he could quite possibly be a serial killer.

  “Skye… relax, sugar. Be in the moment. Let this happen.” Colt’s hand shifts between my legs, and all thoughts of a serial killer evaporate as I moan and grind into him.

  “That’s my girl.” Colt’s hands leave my body, and I cry out in frustration. “Shh… relax.”

  The next thing I know, he’s lifting me from my knees and laying me flat. Colt pushes my skirt up and my underwear down. I feel his lips on my leg as he makes a slow, lazy trail up to my pussy.

  I arch up. “Please, Colt. Please…” I beg.

  “So beautiful. So needy. Tell me what you want?” Colt teases as he licks my slit.

  “I want to fuck your face.”

  He chuckles, and then I feel his hot mouth on me, his tongue inside me, and I feel like I’m about to split in two. My body is on fire as I grind and ride his gorgeous face, then he inserts a finger, and I know I’m close.

  Colt twists his finger in and out as his tongue swirls on my clit. Finally, he sucks, and I shatter into a million pieces. My orgasm washes over me, and it feels like it’s never going to end.

  “Oh my God,” I scream as I ride his face, abandoning all inhibitions.

  After I come down, my body feels like liquid, and I’m so tired.

  Colt removes my shirt. “My turn,” he murmurs.

  I’m lost in him, I’ll do anything he asks.

  Looking down at his cock, he’s managed to place a condom on and has his hand wrapped around his shaft. I want to please him, to make him feel like I feel right now. “What do you want me to do?”

  “Sugar, I want you to grab onto your knees,” he replies with a grin.

  I nod and do as I’m told.

  Colt positions himself between my legs and slowly pushes inside. “Fuck, you’re tight and so fucking wet,” Colt growls.

  He’s slow at first, moving in and out, and I match his movements arching into his thrusts, then I contract my inner muscles, and he lets out a moan.

  “Do that again,” Colt demands.

  I match him thrust for thrust.

  Colt collapses on top of me, one hand goes to the mattress and the other snakes around the back of my neck. “Keep doing that while I fuck you.”

  Colt stares into my eyes as he increases his speed. The friction between us intensifies, and I feel another orgasm building. He’s moving in and out of me with his forehead to mine, then Colt lowers his head and kisses me roughly.

  Another orgasm washes over me, and I cry out loudly while he devours my moan in a kiss. Then his orgasm hits him, and he growls like a wild animal into my mouth. Colt keeps moving in and out, kissing me, exploring my body with his hands.

  “Stop! Please, stop,” I whisper.

  I feel satiated and exhausted. The need for sleep is overwhelming, and I want to revel in the feelings taking over my body, but I just can’t as I’m so tired.

  Colt pulls out and leaves the room for a moment.

  I faintly hear the toilet flush, but I’m asleep in a few moments.

  I wake up with a fright and realize I’m not alone. Inwardly, I groan, Mr. Biceps aka Colt Anders is in my bed. He’s got an arm around my waist and has me pull
ed into him. My eyes search the darkness for my alarm clock and see it’s three in the morning.

  Delicately, I extricate myself from Colt who murmurs something and rolls over. Tiptoeing to the bathroom, I shut the door, turn on the light, and look at myself in the mirror. My hair is a mess, makeup is smeared across my face, but goddamn, I feel good.

  Opening the cupboard, I pull out a washcloth, wet it, and clean my face, then I take a brush to my wild, tangled hair. When I think I look presentable, I put on my bathrobe that’s hanging on the back of the bathroom door and go back to Colt. He’s fast asleep with the sheet pushed down to his waist.

  In this light, he appears peaceful, nothing like the cocky bastard who picked me up in a bar. In all my twenty-five years, I have never done anything like this—my first one-night stand.

  My face flushes at the thought, but I don’t regret it.

  I had fun, he had fun, but now he has to leave.

  Poking his arm, I say in a firm voice, “Colt, wake up.” I turn on the bedside lamp and try again. “Colt, time to go.”

  He opens one eye and groans. “What time is it?”

  “It’s time for you to go, that’s what time it is. Come on, Mr. Biceps, get up.”

  Colt’s hand moves at lightning speed, and he grabs my wrist. “Come back to bed, and I’ll make it worth your while.”

  “Ahh… sorry, I have work tomorrow, and I need you to leave.”

  Colt sits up and stares at me with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. “You want me to leave? Tomorrow is Saturday.”

  “Mr. Biceps is catching on… and yes, tomorrow is Saturday, but I have to prepare for next week.” I bend over, pick up his clothes and shoes scattered on the floor, and put them in his lap.

  “But… I’m Colt Anders…” Again, it’s said like I should know who he is.

  “Yes, I know you’ve told me, and I’m Skye Hadley. Nice to meet you,” I reply with a laugh.

  Colt stands, his eyes are blinking rapidly as bewilderment covers his gorgeous face. “You have no idea who I am, do you?”