by K. L. Fast
“Hello?”
“Uh, is this Isabella Roberts?” A deep voice asks on the other end of the line. I would know that voice anywhere. It’s the voice that has been haunting my dreams for two days. Kobe Walker has my phone number. I sit up in bed and pat down my hair like he can fucking see me or something.
“Hello?” he asks.
“Yes, sorry this is Isabella.” I normally hate when people call me by my real name but for some reason, I love the sound of it coming from him.
“This is Kobe… Kobe Walker from the other night. Uh listen, I know this is hitting major stalker vibes, but I basically begged your brother for your phone number,” he admits sounding sheepish. I grin like an idiot.
“Well, it is a tad bit stalkerish.” He chuckles.
“Listen, I know you said no to drinks the other night, but I was wondering if you would like to go out to dinner with me tomorrow?” It takes everything in me not to squeal out yes. To tell you the truth, the only reason I said no to him was because my brother told me all about how hockey players were man hoes and I never want to be a notch on someone's belt, no matter how hot he is.
When Colleen and I got home the other night she told me everything she knew about him including that fact that there was some big scandal that went on with him a few years ago. It was crazy and I was actually glad I had said no or that’s what I kept trying to tell myself but I still couldn't get his voice out of my head or the way his body felt against mine for that all too brief moment. I finally gave up sleep and I did some stalking of my own and learned almost everything I could about Kobe aka Beefcake Walker. In the stalking, I found out that he hasn't dated or been seen in public with a woman. Ever. Whenever he is out, he is always by himself or with his sister.
“Isabella?” I shake my head. Shit Izzy, it might help to answer the man.
“I can’t do dinner. I have other plans, but I am free on Friday.”
“Friday sounds perfect.” I grin.
“Okay, where do you want to go?”
“Is there anything that you are allergic to or that you don't like to eat?”
“I’m not allergic to anything and I hate eating anything that came from the sea or a lake.” He chuckles again and I bite my lip. Damn, he sounds even sexier over the phone. I am really starting to hate the fact that I have a term paper due and can’t see him sooner.
“Perfect. Now that I know what you don't like, I can surprise you with dinner.” My heart does a pitter-patter.
“I won't keep you long I know it’s late, I will see you on Friday at seven. Text me your address.”
“Okay, sounds perfect.”
“Night Isabella. Sweet dreams.”
“Night Kobe.”
After we hang up, I send him my address.
We spend the next three days texting each other all day and every night we talk on the phone until I fall asleep. During the day, he always finds a way to make me laugh. Then at night, we tell each other all about ourselves. I've learned about his parents and how he helped raise his sister when they died. How he went through a really dark time with them being gone. I found out his favorite tv show is M*A*S*H and that he loves the color blue. His favorite food and even his best friend’s names, Henry and Karl. I learned how they get together and have a beer at least once a month and how even though their lives have gone in different directions over the years, they have still stayed friends. The minute I fell in love with him was when he told me how he is superstitions too. He told me all about how he has little things he has to have before game day. Can you fall in love with someone in such a short about of time? Over the phone no less? It feels somehow freeing to be able to unload on someone that you hardly know and there is something about the way he can make me feel so much better after a shitty day at work. I really think that I am falling in love with a man that I have only met once. My phone buzzes and I look down to see a text from Kobe.
My Kobe: Hey babe, can’t wait to see you tonight leaving Grandview now.
Me: Drive safe
I send a couple heart emojis then look at the clock. I have two hours to get ready and I am officially freaking out. I am about to go on my very first date ever. Thank God when I told Colleen about the date, she insisted that we go shopping. I found the perfect dress and heels to wear. We even went lingerie shopping because in her words even if your man doesn’t see you in them, you’ll feel sexy as fuck wearing them.
I decided to wear my curly brown hair down and go for a natural look with my makeup. By the time I am done getting ready I’m still freaking out a little.
“Oh my God! You look sexy as fuck, woman,” Colleen says as I walk into the living room.
“You don't think this is too much? Maybe I should just go put my jeans back on?” I ask nervously, running my hands down the form fitting black dress. It is cold out so I my dress is long sleeved and goes done to my calves.
“Hell no, you look amazing,” she insists. Just then the intercom buzzes and she jumps up to answer.
“Who is it?” She practically sing-songs.
“Kobe.”
“Come on up.” A few seconds later there is a knock on the door, and I take a deep breath and walk over to the door. Here goes nothing.
Chapter Five
Kobe
When she opens the door, my jaw drops. Her tight dress is all I can see. She smiles.
"Hi Kobe, come on in. I just need to grab my coat."
"Hi Babe," I say talking her red coat from her and helping her into it. "You look beautiful."
"Thank you. You clean up nice too," she says eyeing my black suit with a blue shirt and black tie. Then she giggles. Damn, I love that sound.
"Shall we?" I ask holding my arm out to her, instead she places her hand in mine. I squeeze it. When we get out onto the street, I lead her to my car. Once I get in, I see that she's buckled up. "Aren't you going to ask where we're going?" I start the car and pull out into the Manhattan traffic. Despite being cold and seven at night, it's still pretty much rush hour.
"No, I like surprises, I just hope I'm dressed okay."
"You look perfect," I reassure her. Her brother, while still in his cups, told me she loves Moulin Rouge! They have a new show on Broadway. I was able to score a pair of mezzanine tickets from tonight's sold out show. I am thanking God that she lives so close to Broadway. Had it been a different season, we could have walked. I park in the nearest parking garage and we walk the last block.
"This is where we're going?" she asks excitedly.
"Yes. In my mind we are already on our fourth date and everyone knows the fourth date is Broadway. Besides I know this is your favorite."
“Let me guess, my brother told you that,” she asks, and I nod my head. "And the fourth date stuff, that's common knowledge?" she asks as we are led to our seats by the usher.
"I see you haven't been on many fourth dates," I say.
"Um… no. Not any first ones either."
"Really?" I ask incredulously.
"Uh-huh. So, this is kind of a big deal for me, not to mention, this is my favorite musical."
"Had I known that I would have this honor, I would have done something different."
"No. No. This is perfect, really” she says, gripping my arm. “I love it."
"Oh, good," I say as they dim the house lights. She holds my hand the entire show, in her other hand is a playbill, which she is holding reverently. She smiles throughout most of the play, but then the music changes and as the play comes to a close, she is crying.
"Thank you," she says after her applause.
"You're very welcome. Come. We have a late dinner reservation for ten forty-five at Fabian's," I tell her. Fabian's is an upscale Italian restaurant uptown.
"Oh, that sounds lovely," she says. I take her hand in mine and we exit the theatre. In the city that never sleeps, there's always something going on. When the parking garage is blocked by some major police activity, I turn us around and head for the corner. There, I hail a cab. "What about your car?" "I
'll get it later. I'd much rather be with you than waiting around for the cops to clear out."
"Oh," she says, smiling.
We get to the restaurant and I order a soda as does she. The douchey sommelier gets a bit snooty under his breath when I decline the wine, which Isabella does not like one fucking bit. "Excuse me, wine guy, if you had bothered to card me, you'd know why my date didn't order any, like a gentleman. I don't mean to get all "Karen" on you, but I'm going to have to see your manager." The guys eyes widen.
"I don't think that's necessary, miss," he stutters.
"You don't think your flagrant disregard for the law should be brought to their attention? Not to mention being rude on top of it."
"Would you like to leave, babe."
"I believe I would like to, Beefcake," she says standing.
"Beefcake Walker?" he asks.
"The one and only," I reply.
"I'm so sorry, sir," he says.
"Too little, too late. I think you’ve pissed my woman off good," I tell him clapping him on the back. I must have hit him a little too hard because he squeaks loudly.
Since we haven't ordered, we exit the restaurant but not before she does speak to the manager. I wouldn't be surprised if that guy loses his job, but he did break the law.
"I'm sorry about that," she says when we are out on the street.
"No need to apologize to me, babe. That was hot," I tell her. I pull her into a doorway and kiss her. I couldn't go another second without knowing what she tastes like.
"Take me home," she moans, her arms are around my neck and her back is against the wall. We start walking again, but I can't keep my lips or hands off of her. My cock is so hard. I half-heartedly hail a cab and am shocked when it comes so quickly. The ride back to her apartment is hell. Finally, we get there and dash up the three flights of stairs. As soon as we do, we can't keep our hands off each other.
"Which room is yours, babe?" I grunt.
"The one on the left. Excuse the mess," she says as I lift her into my arms and carry her the rest of the way, kicking the door closed behind me. I set her on the bed gently and kneel down in front of her. "What are you doing?" she gasps as I take her shoes off and run my fingers up her legs.
"I need to taste what's mine," I state matter of factly.
"Oh, well, by all means then," she says leaning back.
"It'll be my pleasure, and yours," I say, and though I've never done this before, I know this is going to be amazing.
I continue up her thighs, reaching her panties. She lifts her ass for me so that I can pull them down. The black lace is soaked through. I spread her thighs wide and see her glistening cunt for the first time. Using my thumbs, I open her lips and find her little clit peeking out. I lick my lips and drop my head to taste it. She screams my name and that spurs me on. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I am about to come in my pants.
"Stop. Kobe, please. Make me yours." She pushes me away and stands and strips for me. Her perky tits are going to be the death of me. I kiss her pussy before standing and stripping as well. She lies on the bed, legs propped up and open. Gripping my cock, I stare at her.
"When I do this, there's no going back. You're mine, forever."
Chapter Six
Izzy
“Good, because once you have me, I’m yours for always,” I tell him. “Now, make me yours, Kobe.” I demand. He growls and climbs onto the bed.
“I need to make sure your tight little pussy can take me first, babe.” He runs his fingers up my legs and over my thighs lightly causing me to shiver. Then he runs his fingers through my wet folds, and I moan. "Fuck you are so wet for me, babe. Your pussy is practically begging for my cock." He leans forward and sucks my nipple into his mouth at the same time he thrusts his long thick finger into my pussy. I gasp and my back arches off the bed. He runs the pad of his thumb over my clit and adds another finger into my pussy. He starts finger fucking me faster and kisses his way to my other nipple, he pushes down on my little nub at the same time. He curls his fingers and I come instantly. Before I can blink, he replaces his finger with the head of his cock, and he thrusts into me breaking my innocent little barrier. I gasp and mewl. My hands dig into his shoulders. His head drops to my chest and his breathing comes out in shallow pants.
"Fucking hell you’re so tight, Isabella." I thought that it would hurt worse but all I felt was a little pinch and then it was over. I wiggle underneath him, loving the way he feels inside of me. He hisses a little. "Fuuck babe, don't do that. You'll have me coming before we even get started." I stop moving immediately. After a second, he pulls halfway out of me then slams his huge cock balls deep inside me. My moan is matched with his groan.
“Oh God, that feels so good,” I breathe out. He drops down to his forearms, either of them on each side of my head and he kisses me.
“Wrap those sexy thighs around my waist, babe. I want to fuck this tight pussy.” I do as he asks. He growls and pulls out until just the head of his cock is inside then slams back in so hard that I gasp. Fuck that feels amazing. “You have no idea how long I have been waiting for you babe. You feel so good wrapped around me.” I moan and kiss his neck. He groans and starts pounding into me in long even strokes and I fucking love that he isn’t holding anything back.
"Oh, God. Just like that. You feel so good inside me, Kobe Your fat cock is stretching me so full." He groans and starts pounding into me faster and harder. His balls slapping against my ass on every thrust. He pinches both of my nipples at the same time he slams inside of me. My back bows off of the bed and I scream as the most intense orgasm I have ever felt crashes through me. Mine triggers his and he groans. I feel his cock swell and he roars as he comes deep inside of me. "Wow is it always like that?" I ask. He chuckles and flips us over so fast my stomach dips. I gasp as I find myself lying on his chest. I rest my chin on my hands that I have splayed on his chest.
"I wouldn't know babe, you’re my one and only. I've never been with anyone else." He says kissing me.
"I don't think it's this good for other people otherwise nothing would ever get done," I say grinning like a fool. He laughs.
"So true. " He gets a serious look on his face and I frown.
"What's wrong?" He shakes his head.
"Nothing’s wrong." I yawn and lay my head on his chest.
"Tonight, was perfect. Thank you, Kobe. For everything." He pulls me tight to his chest.
"I love you, Isabella,” he says kissing the top of my head. I sigh and kiss his chest right above his heart.
“I love you too, Kobe.” Before I know it, I am falling asleep in his arms. We spend all day Saturday in bed together. Only getting out of it for the essential until six, when Kobe had to go home because he has a big game on Sunday, and he needed to get home. I hated having him leave but I understand superstition and I want him to win his game. I slept like shit without him with me and I fucking hated it.
On Sunday morning, I got a text with him asking me to come to the game but this time in his jersey and after the game he said he wanted to introduce his woman to the guys. Of course, I said yes. If my man wants to tell people we are together, then I gotta look good. I got to the rink early and Kobe met me outside and after a brief make out session, he took me to the locker room and had me meet his team and their wives. They all looked shell-shocked to see me there. Kobe stood by me proudly and told everyone that I was his. They all laughed except my brother, who made gagging noises. Kobe just flipped him off causing me to giggle. After a good twenty minutes of chatting, the guys had to start so the wives took me to where they all sit. Now I am sitting right behind the bench, next to the penalty box. I am screaming like a crazy person as Kobe slams into another guy. The ref blows his whistle and gives him a ten-minute misconduct penalty. Kobe is sent to the penalty box, although I like to call it the bad boy box, I laugh and turn to tell the other girls that when the crowd starts to get louder. All of a sudden, I see Kobe jump the penalty box and make his way to where I am sitting.
; “Oh my god, what are you doing?” I whisper as he comes to a stop in front of me. He gives me that cocky grin of his that I love and takes my hand then drops to one knee. The arena gasps and I bite my lip to keep from crying. He looks up at me with such love in his eyes that it takes my breath away.
“Isabella Roberts, I have a question to ask you that just can’t wait. I need the answer like my next breath. If I have learned anything in this life, it is that it is too short to waste. The minute I saw you in my rival's jersey I knew that you were my one. I know it's crazy and super-fast, but I can't imagine my life without you. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
“Yes! Oh my God! Yes, of course I will,” I say with a watery smile. The crowd erupts into cheers as I fling myself into his arms and kiss him. They all seem to fade away and it is just me and him. The world might not understand how we could fall in love so fast, but I don’t care, I want to spend the rest of my life with his man and I can’t fucking wait to be his wife.
Epilogue
Kobe
Nine Months Later
As soon as I walk in the front door, I hear sad Christmas music playing, even though it’s June.
“What are you doing, baby?” I ask seeing that she is watching her favorite Christmas movie, one that she recorded in December.
“I am just watching “Mingle Me, Baby.”
“And crying?”
“Well of course, I am crying. She doesn’t get how much he loves her. She’s gonna let one stupid cunt ruin her whole life.”
“It’s just a movie, Isabella.”
“You don’t get it,” she says sniffling.
“I guess I don’t,” I say. Rule number one is never argue with a pregnant woman, especially one who is already crying.
“How was practice?” she asks turning the TV off.
“Practice was good. We’re ready.”
