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

by Kathleen Kelly

  Colt puts a lid on his concoction and pours the wine. “That needs to simmer for a bit. Want to move this party to the couch?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

  “Follow me.” I lean across the counter, grab my glass, and Colt picks up his and the bottle.

  My couch is linen, powder blue in color with big arms. It’s the kind of couch you sink into. I’ve spent more than one night asleep on it. I nestle into my normal spot, and Colt sits right next to me. The television is still on pause.

  “What were you watching?”

  I laugh nervously. “The Notebook.”

  A bark of laughter escapes Colt. “No, no, no! I’m not watching that. Where do you keep your DVDs?”

  I point to the cabinet with glass doors. It’s wooden, and it belonged to my mother. Colt places his glass on the small side table next to the couch, and immediately begins rummaging through my collection.

  “No…. don’t you have any action films?” There’s surprise in his voice.

  “Yeah, I have Thor. It’s down the bottom.”

  Colt cocks an eyebrow at me with a smirk on his lips. “Out of all the Avengers’ movies, you have the one romancey one? Skye, you need to get out more.” He turns back to the DVDs. “And you have them in alphabetical order?”

  “It makes it easier to find them,” I protest.

  Colt laughs and picks out the latest Tarzan movie. “Any good?”

  “It has Alexander Skarsgard in it, so yes.”

  Colt shakes his head but puts it into the player, then he settles next to me, entwining his fingers with mine. “This is nice.”

  “Yeah, it is. Is it hard to date you?” I blurt out.

  Colt chuckles. “I don’t really date… you obviously know that. I’d like to give this a go, but I’m not sure how it’s going to work. The press, the fans, it’s going to be hard, and the last thing I would want is for you to be put in any kind of danger.” His face is so serious as he speaks.

  “Danger?”

  Colt’s thumb rubs the inside of my wrist soothingly. “It can all get a bit crazy. Gray dated a girl a while back, and she ended up with a stalker. In the end, she broke it off as she couldn’t handle all the attention.”

  “Gray?”

  “Grayson Moore, he’s my closest friend. She hurt him pretty bad, but he got it.”

  “Well, tonight, let’s watch a movie, have dinner, and take it from there.”

  Colt grins, settles back, and hits play.

  COLT

  Skye is on top of me, her blonde hair loose as she rides me. She has one hand planted on my chest and is concentrating hard with her eyes closed while chewing on her bottom lip. I arch up, she gasps, her beautiful blue eyes fly open, and she smiles down at me.

  “Do that again,” Skye demands.

  I do as she asks, and Skye increases her speed. She’s glorious. I’m amazed she let me do this to her again, but this time she’s in control. My hands are tied above my head, and I would do anything to be able to touch her to feel her skin.

  “Let me loose,” I growl.

  “No, I’m close. So close,” purrs Skye.

  “I’ll make it better for you if you let me loose.”

  Skye grinds down on me as a moan escapes her, and she shakes her head. “No, just go with it.”

  “Skye—”

  “Shh!” She places a finger to my lips.

  I draw it into my mouth and suck, but I’ve had enough of letting her be in control. Straining against my constraints, I pull down, bending the metal she’s tied me to, releasing me from my bonds.

  My left hand is the first to be detangled from restraints, so I use my thumb to press and swirl against her clit. Using my other hand, I move her faster. Skye’s pussy contracts around my cock as I push into her harder. The noise she makes as she comes is fucking hot, somewhere between a scream and moan. It’s loud, and I adore it.

  With both hands clutching her hips, I continue to drive her pussy down and over my cock relentlessly until she pleads with me to stop. “Stop, please, stop!” The sounds are almost a whimper.

  I sit up, claim her mouth, and move her off me in one fluid movement. Standing beside the bed, I draw Skye to her feet.

  “Do you think you could kneel on the bed?”

  She smiles, nods, and positions herself on the edge. Skye is beautiful, long blonde hair thrown over one shoulder, her ass up in the air, waiting for me to claim her. I run my hands across her ass, grip her hips, and slowly ease into her. Skye lets out a moan of pleasure. I twist her hair around my fist and drive in and out while she matches me thrust for thrust. My fingers dig into her hip as I strive to go deeper and deeper.

  “Work yourself, come for me again,” I order.

  Skye does as she’s told, and I feel her tight, velvet pussy contract, her orgasm washing over her almost immediately.

  “That’s my girl,” I growl as I spill inside her while feeling every nerve ending explode with electricity as I find my own release.

  When I’m finished, I pull out, pick her up, and take her into the bathroom.

  “What are we doing?” asks Skye.

  “I’m staying tonight. You aren’t kicking me out again. So, I’m going to wash you, then we are going to spoon until daylight. Okay?”

  A small smile plays on her lips as she nods. “Okay.”

  Hours later, I hear Skye singing. Rising, I pull on her robe, it’s pink and very girly and go in search of her. It’s early morning, the clock in her living room reads seven. She has the radio on and is flipping bacon in a pan, belting out the chorus and dancing as she cooks.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” I say, startling her.

  Skye is dressed in beige shorts and a tight black tank top, her off-key singing stops, and she walks to me then kisses my lips. It’s not a chaste kiss, it’s hot and heavy. The robe falls open, not that it was covering much it’s that tight and exposes my rock-hard cock. I lift her onto the kitchen bench, undo her shorts, pull them and her underwear down and off.

  “Colt! The bacon.”

  “Fuck the bacon,” I say as I claim her mouth again. With ease, I reach over, turn off the stove and move the pan away from the heat. Then I drive into her, and she yells out in surprise.

  “Too hard?”

  A smile spreads across her lips. “Harder,” replies Skye.

  “This is going to be quick,” I tell her.

  “It’s morning sex, baby, it’s supposed to be quick.”

  I grin and use her beautiful body to pleasure myself. I love morning sex, it’s an excellent way to start the day.

  With a groan of satisfaction, my release hits me quicker than I anticipated, and I stay imbedded in her while simply enjoying the feel of her. My hands trace patterns on her ass, and I kiss the side of her neck.

  “I know you said it was going to be quick, but that was quick.” Skye giggles.

  “Sorry, it’s you and what you do to me. Come back to bed, let me make it up to you,” I reply temptingly.

  Skye leans back and stares into my eyes. “You mean it, don’t you?”

  I’m sure confusion is written all over my face. “Yes, Skye, why wouldn’t I mean it?”

  “It’s just most guys, that is, when a man, well… when a man finishes, it’s normally the end of the, ahh… show, so to speak.” Her face has gone a lovely shade of crimson.

  “I’m not most guys.” I lift her, and she wraps her legs around me. “And I love the noise you make when you come. It’s fucking as hot as hell.”

  The shade deepens on her face, and I chuckle as I take her to the bathroom. Placing her on the vanity, I take off her robe and hang it behind the door, then I turn on the shower. Skye peels off her tank and bra, hops off the vanity, and enters the warm spray.

  Skye’s house is cozy, compact, but this bathroom has a shower most homes would envy. Skye said she had it remodeled when she moved in, removing the bath so she could have a large shower. It’s big enough for four, so for two, it’s humongous. I
lather up my hands and caress her body. Her skin is silky smooth, and as I glide over it, I revel in its curves.

  When we’re both clean, I push her out of the spray into the far corner, drop to my knees and kiss the golden triangle of fine hair between her legs. Skye grips my head, and I lick her, savoring the taste.

  “Put one of your legs over my shoulder,” I command. Pleasing me again with her compliance, Skye does as she’s told. This gives me unfettered access to her pussy, and I suck, nibble, lick, and finally insert my tongue into her until she makes that sound I love. When Skye has orgasmed, I stand, wash my face, then turning back I say, “On your knees.”

  Skye immediately drops, and her mouth wraps around my cock. This was not what I meant, but damn, if this doesn’t feel fucking good. One of her hands cups my balls, and the other is wrapped around my cock, pumping me as she sucks and teases me with her tongue.

  As I get closer, I reach down, fist a handful of hair and demand, “Stop! Get on your hands and knees.”

  “I can finish,” replies Skye as she flicks her tongue over the head of my cock.

  “Get on your hands and knees,” I repeat, more forcefully this time.

  Reluctantly, Skye does as she’s told. I sit, legs splayed in front of me, warm water hitting my body.

  “Come back and sit on me, Skye, facing my feet.” Shuffling back, Skye straddles my legs and slowly lowers herself on me. “Ride me,” I demand.

  “I’ve never—”

  “Don’t think, honey, just feel,” I say as I move her up and down on my cock.

  Skye moves, and I grip her hips while grinding into her. In moments, I feel the same electric sensation creep it’s way from my balls to my cock, and I groan with delight as she tightens her pussy muscles with each movement. I wrap my hands around her throat and gently pull her back to me, so her back is facing my front. I twist her head kissing her as I come inside her for the second time today.

  When I’m done, Skye crawls off me, turns around and straddles me facing me this time.

  “That was so good,” purrs Skye.

  I laugh and kiss her. “I’m guessing you’ve never done that before?”

  “No, could we try that again in my bed, later?”

  “Damn, where have you been all my life?” I grin as I engulf her in my large arms.

  “What do you want to do today?”

  “I thought we could stay here, and I could fuck you all day,” I tease.

  “Can’t we go out?”

  “Skye, it can be difficult. People will follow us, and you did say your job could be jeopardized because of me.”

  “Right.” Skye screws her face up into a frown, then smiles. “We could go in disguises? And you’ll protect me from freaky fans, won’t you?”

  I know I’m not going to win this argument, and part of me doesn’t want to. I want people to know she’s mine. Fuck the damn consequences.

  “Right…” I slap her ass, “… get off me woman. I’m taking you out for breakfast.”

  Skye scrambles off me, cleans herself up, and I do the same. She finishes before me and leaves the shower cubicle. I stay under the spray until it goes cold, wracking my brain as to what place I can take her where we won’t be bothered.

  Drying myself off, I go into her bedroom and dress. Skye’s back in the bathroom, drying her hair. I pick up my phone, call Gray, and he answers in a sleepy voice.

  “What?”

  “Gray, where’s a good place to take someone and not be harassed by fans or the media?”

  “Seriously? You wake me up for that?”

  “Come on, Gray, help me. My mind is blank,” I plead.

  “Take her to the café on Louis Street. They don’t allow press inside. Most of their clients are upper class. They probably won’t like you there either unless they follow football.”

  “Thank you, Gray, and how do you know it’s a she?”

  “Man, you’ve been hooked on that teacher for weeks. Doesn’t take a brain surgeon to figure it out. Yeah, and you can thank me by being on time for the game,” quips Gray as he hangs up on me.

  I have on dark glasses, a baseball cap, and the collar turned up on my jacket. Skye is dressed in a floral print dress that clings to her curves, sunglasses, and a large, floppy white hat with all of her hair tucked up under it. We walk into the café, and the hostess recognizes me immediately.

  “Mr. Anders, how are you?”

  Grinning, I say, “Good, thank you. Table for two… somewhere private?”

  “Of course.”

  She grabs two menus and hurries us toward the back of the café, through a door, and out into the sunshine. There are about a dozen tables, and she sits us in the corner away from everyone.

  “If you need anything, and I do mean anything, Mr. Anders, please let me know.” She smiles seductively at me. I chuckle and wink at her.

  As soon as she’s gone, I look at Skye who has a scowl on her pretty face.

  “What?”

  “What? Flirt much?” Skye asks quietly.

  “What? It was nothing. I’m not interested in her.” I take off the cap and glasses. “How could you think I would ever be into someone like that when I’m with the hottest female here?”

  Skye smiles. No, she beams at me, and my heart melts.

  “Hottest female?”

  “Sugar, you have to know how beautiful you are.” I reach across the table and hold her hand in mine. “Sorry about the wink, unless it’s you, it’ll never happen again.” I chuckle.

  “Thank you, and the way she kept smiling at you was kind of funny. What’s it like to be you? To have people fall at your feet?”

  “Some days, it’s amazing. You get the best tables, the best seats, but the flip side is people don’t leave you alone. It’s hard to go on a date, and it’s harder to keep your private life, private. You sure you’re up for this?” I ask candidly.

  Skye stands and takes two steps away from the table. I think she’s leaving, but she surprises me by turning around and sitting in my lap. With her arms draped around me, Skye says, “Yes, yes, yes. We’ll see where this goes, warts and all.”

  “Wait, you have warts?” Skye laughs and goes back to her seat. “No, really… this is something a guy should know.”

  “Shut up and order me some pancakes with extra syrup.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  SKYE

  It’s been a week of bliss seeing Colt. We’ve managed to avoid the reporters and most of the fans. It’s Sunday night, and I’m watching the game on television. I must confess I have no idea what’s going on, but I’m enjoying watching Colt and his teammates run around the field in those tight-fitting pants. Damn, those boys look good.

  Tomorrow, the team is going over the game to see where they can improve, so I won’t be seeing Colt tonight, but he’s promised to call. It’s halftime, and my phone rings.

  “Colt?”

  “No, honey, who’s Colt? Someone I should know about?” asks my father.

  “Daddy! Sorry, I thought you were someone else,” I answer with a laugh. “Where are you?”

  My father travels the globe going from one dig or monument to another. He was a professor of English before he won a large sum playing the lottery. Most of his money is invested, and he gave a lot away. Dad lives on a modest income and has traveled the world. When I take my vacation, I try to catch up with him wherever he is in the world.

  “Honey, I’m in England. Do you know they have over thirteen hundred stone circles, sort of like Stone Henge? I’m going to visit all of them.”

  It’s so like my dad. The last time we spoke, he was in Africa experiencing life as a native and getting gorgeous pictures of the wildlife. Now, he’s in the UK.

  “That’s great, Dad. How many have you been to?”

  “Including Stone Henge, three. Some are over four thousand years old. Amazing! But I want to hear about you and this… Colt?”

  “His name is Colton Anders, and he—”

  “The
quarterback?”

  I laugh, my dad never ceases to amaze me. “Yes, Dad, the quarterback.”

  “How in the hell did you meet him?”

  “Ahh…in a b-bar,” I stammer out, kind of embarrassed.

  Laughter greets me. “You… in a bar? Well, that’s fate, then.”

  “Dad!”

  “Well, honey, it’s not like you. Is he a good man?” asks dad seriously.

  “Yes, Dad, he’s a good man. Colt works hard and treats me well. I can’t wait for you to meet him.”

  “Must be serious if you want him to meet the old man.”

  “I think it’s heading that way, but it’s early days yet, Dad.”

  “Well, Skye, keep me informed. Now, I’m off, just wanted to check in and let you know I’m alive and well. Take care of yourself, sweetheart.”

  “Bye, Dad, and don’t be a stranger.”

  Smiling, I put the phone back in its cradle and resume watching the game.

  COLT

  We won the game, and we are another step closer to the Super Bowl. I’ve just gotten home, and I’m in my kitchen, shattered. I was tackled relatively hard, and my shoulder is throbbing. The team doctor took a look at it and said there’s no damage, even the team masseuse checked me out . They told me to ice it and take it easy. Right now, I could sleep for a week. Picking up my phone, I dial Skye, she answers almost immediately.

  “Colt?”

  “Did it even ring, sugar?” I tease her.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine. A little sore, that’s all.”

  “Are you training tomorrow?”

  “Depends on how I pull up. Don’t worry, they won’t risk me playing if they think I have an injury. What did you do tonight? Apart from watching the game?”

  “My dad called, he’s in England.”

  “Has he always lived there?”

  “Oh, no, he’ll stay there until he gets bored then move on. Before England was Africa, and before that was Alaska and before that was… um, Australia, I think?”

  “What does he do?”