No Boundaries: A Bad Boy Sports Romance

by Violet Paige

  I pulled away from the curb.

  She closed her eyes and sighed. I felt her hand tangle through mine and looked down at her delicate fingers. “Thank you.”

  “For what? Chauffeur duty?” I laughed.

  “You can drop the act. I know you care about him.”

  I squeezed her hand in mine. “I do. I was just trying to lighten the mood. Heavy isn’t my thing.”

  “You did heavy pretty well tonight.” Her eyes opened and her gaze drifted toward me.

  God, we had been in the middle of a crisis. A child had been lost. But the way she looked at me now there was only one thing I could think of. I turned left at the next light instead of right.

  “Wait, my apartment is the other way.”

  “I know. But I think it’s time someone looks after you for a change.”

  She shook her head. “I’m fine. I don’t need anything.”

  “Jules.” My voice was stern.

  “I can’t. We can’t,” she replied.

  “How about something to eat? Maybe something to drink? A back rub?”

  She giggled. “The Sharks quarterback gives out backrubs, or do you think I’m that naïve?”

  “I’m hoping you’re that naïve, baby.” I winked.

  “Well, I’m not. I think you should take me home.”

  Did she realize it didn’t matter where we went—I’d want the same thing? I had to kiss her. To touch her. To soothe the hurt from the night away from her. I wanted to be the kind of man that could that for her and I don’t know when in the hell something like that mattered to me.

  “After tonight, you still don’t trust me?” I questioned.

  “You’re not the one I don’t trust,” she whispered.

  Fuck. My dick hardened at the words. She wanted me. She wanted the same thing. But I had to prove I could be the kind of man who wasn’t a sex addict. I could respect her. I could take her home and take care of her.

  “I have some frozen pizzas we can throw in the oven and I might even have a bottle of wine.” I looked at her skeptical face. “And a guestroom. It’s all yours. You shouldn’t be alone tonight after what you’ve been through. And to be honest, I don’t think I want to be either.”

  She nodded. “All right. Frozen pizzas it is.”

  “It’s good, isn’t it?”

  We sat on the living room floor, our plates on the coffee table and a bottle of wine between us.

  Julie nodded. “If you’re trying to impress me with your cooking skills, you need some work.” She ripped off a corner of burned crust.

  I chuckled. “I’m better with a grill.”

  “That’s what all men say.”

  “All men? And just how many men are you talking about?” I don’t know where the question came from, but I suddenly wanted to know about her. How many men had she dated?

  She blushed. “It’s just an understood guy thing.”

  “I’m not buying that bullshit,” I teased. “Tell me. How many have there been?”

  “What? I’m not telling you that.”

  I grabbed the pizza from her hand and held it up in the air out of reach. “No more pizza until I get a number.”

  Her eyes beaded together. “I’m not telling you that, Hawk. That’s personal.”

  I took a huge bite of the pizza. “Oh well.”

  She lunged forward to grab it from me, but ended up toppling onto my chest. We fell backward on the floor. The pizza landed under the table and I fastened my arms around her.

  She looked into my eyes before I drew her lips to mine. She kissed me slowly at first, cautiously, and then I felt the weight of her lush lips bear against mine with fire.

  My hands coasted over her hips and down her ass, grabbing, pulling, tugging. I wanted everything at once.

  She moaned when I yanked her skirt up over her ass and palmed the bare skin of her bottom. I slapped against her, coaxing a whimper from her lips.

  “Fuck,” I growled. She ground her hips into me and I slapped her again.

  “Oh God.” She panted.

  My eyes lit. “Do you have any idea what I want to do to you right now?”

  She shook her head.

  I bit her lip, before digging the tips of my fingers into her flesh. Every single part of her felt so fucking good.

  “What?” Her ragged breath whispered over my ear.

  “You need somebody, Jules. Somebody to worship this body. Someone who knows how to make you feel good. Someone to take care of you tonight.”

  I pried her legs apart, sliding my hand between her soaked panties. I groaned. God, why did she have to be so wet? I wanted to prove something to her, but it was going to be impossible. Could I actually not fuck her?

  “But I promised you the guestroom.”

  “You did.” She wiggled her hips and I slid my fingers inside her. She hissed with pleasure. She rode up and down as I pumped hard and fast.

  “But I also told you I’d take care of you.” I grabbed her breast through the fabric of her shirt while I curled my fingers deep in her.

  “Ohh,” she moaned.

  She clenched with intensity and I felt her honey coat over me as I moved to rub her clit. The first stroke made her flinch and then she bounced and gyrated, grinding into my thumb. Riding the friction I gave her.

  My cock hardened inside my jeans. Fuck. She was killing me. I watched her as the ecstasy pulsed through her. I reached toward her jaw, jerking her lips to mine. I kissed her fiercely.

  “Here’s what I’m going to do.” She looked into my eyes as I spoke. “I’m going to carry you into that guestroom and I’m going to take you out of these clothes. Strip you fucking naked. And then you’re going to crawl on that bed and spread your legs so wide for me, baby. Wider than you’ve ever had them. I’m going to suck your swollen clit into my mouth and flick my tongue along it as I shove my fingers into you over and over until you are screaming my name so loudly the neighbors above us and below us are pounding on the floor.”

  “Oh God,” she whispered.

  “And then, when you beg me to stop I’ll give you one more orgasm. One that will make all the others seem like they were warmups. One that will let you sleep soundly the rest of the night naked and wrapped up in my arms. But I’m not going to fuck you. Not tonight. You understand?”

  She nodded quickly.

  “Good.”

  I scooped her off the floor and carried her down the hall. I had a promise to fulfill.

  16

  Julie

  Hawk didn’t have to convince me or even seduce me. But I didn’t want to tell him that. Everything he said on the living room floor was exactly what I wanted to hear. There was a throbbing ache inside me. It had started the night in the bar we had been interrupted and had grown to epic proportions every time I saw him.

  Tonight. Finally, tonight I would be healed.

  He pushed open the door with his foot. The room was dark. He set me on the floor, and I tried to adjust to the lack of light when I felt his rough hands on the front of my blouse. He unbuttoned the shirt and carefully slid it off my shoulders. My bra was unclasped and on the floor in seconds.

  He worked methodically, doing exactly what he said he would do. He reached behind me, finding the zipper on my skirt and tugged until the fabric fell from my hips. I shivered when his thumbs hooked under the band of my panties and dragged them over my legs and to my ankles. I stepped one foot and then another without saying a word.

  I walked to the bed and laid back on the cool comforter. I felt as if I were in a trance. Some kind of sexually charged dream. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but I couldn’t believe I would walk out the door either. He offered me something I wanted. Something I needed. Something I craved.

  I heard Hawk breathe heavily as he crawled toward me.

  I gasped when I felt his hands yank my feet to his shoulders, but the alarm turned to bliss when I felt his tongue dip between my folds.

  I grabbed at his hair, searching for more of
a connection.

  He sucked harder, the more I tugged, and then he plunged inside me. I bowed off the bed, lost in pleasure.

  “Oh, Hawk,” I whispered.

  He dipped and swirled. Flicked and pumped and then I felt the width of his fingers slide inside me and I screamed out from the intensity.

  “Oh, fuck, baby,” he growled in the dark.

  And that was when I knew I wanted more than this. I wanted all of him. His cock. His body gliding into mine with primal force and possession.

  But my thoughts turned to passion as he flicked my clit and clamped against it with his hot mouth. I couldn’t stop the building tightness in my core.

  My hips lifted, shamelessly grinding against the roughness of his face. His stubble burned into my thighs.

  “Fuck,” he growled, spurring me on.

  And then the avalanche grew. I cried and whimpered. I twisted and bucked. I came hard. Harder than I ever had. Hawk pried at my entrance, thrusting another finger inside me, and I screamed.

  “Jules, I want to bend you over and fuck you so hard right this second that you can’t remember another man you’ve ever been with.” I sucked in a breath at the abrasive way he spoke to me. Part of me wanted to slap him across the face, while the other part of me wanted him to keep going.

  Another orgasm was starting to ripple and I wasn’t so sure it wasn’t purely from the dirty words pouring from his mouth. I whimpered.

  “I want you on your knees with my cock shoved in your mouth. I want to see your beautiful red lips wrapped tight around me as I pull your head back and forth along the length of my hard swollen dick.” He paused. “You’re so fucking hot. I can’t think of anything else,” he groaned.

  “I’m going to come again.” I panted as the wave rushed through my body and I lost control of the surges pumping through me. My head fell to the side as my body soared with tingles of pleasure.

  His tongue flicked over my nub and I didn’t think I could take anymore. Two and I was already spent. Exhausted from the emotional night. Sated from the orgasms. Wasted from this kind of drunkenness.

  “I-I can’t, Hawk.”

  His mouth latched over my entrance and I whined, trying to reposition myself, but he was strong and persistent. His tongue forged inside me and I clenched against him, relentlessly riding his mouth. My hips bucked higher than before. My body betrayed me in the worst way.

  “Fuck me, baby,” he ordered.

  I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. I dug my nails into his shoulders as the final orgasm ripped me into remnants of myself. He lifted me off the bed. And I felt as if I were flying. Soaring off a cliff. Diving into the deep end. Lost in Hawk.

  I shuddered as I came over and over.

  “Please,” I begged. “Please.”

  As the last pulse shook me, Hawk lowered me to the mattress.

  He kissed the inside of my thigh before moving me under the covers. I was limp and useless. I heard his clothes hit the floor and then he climbed in behind me, wrapping me toward his chest. Under any other circumstance, I would have made a move, but I was in sexual nirvana. A state where my body couldn’t move.

  His hand moved over my stomach and I flinched when his hand slid between my legs and settled over my swollen pussy.

  I’d never felt so safe and protected.

  I tried to speak. “Hawk …” My words were slurred.

  “Hmm?”

  “I want it too.” It was the last thing I said before I fell into the deepest sleep of my life.

  17

  Kane

  The light hit me first. There was something soft and warm under me. I opened my eyes and remembered last night. Julie.

  Her fucking amazing body doing things to me even while she was asleep. My cock woke up before the rest of me. My hand slid over her hip. Damn.

  She sighed and then her eyes fluttered open.

  “Oh God.” She looked startled.

  I grinned. “Good morning, baby.”

  I coasted over her thigh and made a quick dive between her legs. She moaned as her legs spread under my command.

  My lips brushed her collarbone and traveled over her skin. Sucking. Biting.

  Her nipples were hard and perked. I sucked one into my mouth and she moaned.

  Last night was about her. I promised I would take care of her. But there was only so much I could take. I needed to know she wanted the rest of it. The entire Kane Hawkins package.

  And I knew there was more to it. Last night wasn’t just about the night we’d shared. It was about rescuing Hunter. Almost losing that kid brought something out in me I hadn’t been ready to face. A part of myself I had tried to forget.

  But when I saw the fear in her eyes, the panic on her face, instinct kicked in. Protection. Strength. I’d do anything on this earth to shield her from that kind of pain. I’d do anything to keep Hunter from it too.

  Because I was him. I was that kid that felt lost and abandoned. Shit. I’d run away so many times my mother couldn’t count them. Neither could I. Looking back I realized now what an ass I had been. But every time she took me back with a hug and a kiss and a plate of warm food. Hunter didn’t have that and it was killing Julie she couldn’t give it to him.

  It was a fucked up system when a woman like her couldn’t adopt a kid like Hunter. What the hell was wrong with this world? It was clear to anybody around those two that they belonged together. If I could see it, everyone else saw it.

  I’d been the guy who only cared about football. Who was so wrapped up in making the playoffs nothing else mattered. But that guy was hard to find now. All I could think about was Julie and Hunter. I wanted her to be happy. I wanted her to get exactly what she wanted.

  I pulled her tit between my teeth and she arched her back.

  Her hands gripped the back of my head, urging more of her breast in my mouth. Fuck. I didn’t need much assurance. I climbed on top of her.

  Her eyes lit to mine. My cock pulsed.

  Just one thrust and I’d be deep inside her tight pussy. One nudge and I’d fuck her until we were both breathless. One yes and I’d bury myself into her for the rest of the morning.

  I held my cock, lightly rubbing it against her clit. I was immediately drenched in wetness. I grinned at her, feeling the warmth she gave me. I rubbed up and down her slit, spreading the heat between us.

  She gasped as I paused in front of her entrance. I pushed slightly, stretching her around me.

  I kissed her hard, twisting my tongue against hers.

  “Tell me to fuck you,” I commanded, staring into her eyes.

  Her chest moved with heavy breaths and I felt her nipples graze my chest.

  “Fuck me, Hawk. Fuck me.”

  I pushed inside her and the world went black with fucking ecstasy as she drew me to her depths. Her heat. Her soul. Nothing had ever felt this good. Nothing had ever felt like fucking Julie. I thrust deeper and harder.

  She whimpered, but it only made me want more.

  “Fuck,” I growled into her ear.

  “More,” she begged. “Just give me more.”

  18

  Julie

  I was completely filled by him. His cock was buried deep inside of me. I clung to him like my life depended on him to continue. I felt him twitching and jumping inside of me. He began to move faster and faster against me. Sliding in and out of me.

  He stopped suddenly and flipped me over onto my stomach, grabbing my thighs and roughly yanking my naked lower half over the edge of the bed toward where he was now standing between my legs. The sheets had already come loose from the mattress, but I clawed at fistfuls of the fabric anyway.

  I was going to need something to hang onto if this was any indication of what was to come. He ran his hands over the curve of my ass, smacking it firmly before sinking his thick cock into me again.

  The heat and fullness as he slid inside made me gasp and I dug my fingernails into the sheet. He was lucky that he wasn’t beneath me right now or I'd be covering him
with scratches; never in my life had anything ever felt this good.

  He pulled out almost completely then slowly pushed back into me, driving me crazy with his slow torturous thrusts until I simply couldn’t take anymore.

  “Faster,” I moaned into the pillow as he kissed the back of my neck.

  I winced in pleasure and tried to focus on taking in as much air as possible, since every hard slap of his body against mine actually wrenched the breath from my lungs.

  The intensity was frightening and incredible at the same time.

  “Oh God,” I whimpered as the movement of his body forced mine to inch up the mattress. It felt so fucking good, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep from crying out.

  “Give me your wrists,” he growled, pulling my hands from their grip on the sheet and pinning them down at my sides.

  I felt his full weight come to rest against the length of my back. He covered my body with his, and leaned in to nip at my neck. His breath puffed across my damp, sweaty skin, sending a shiver right through me. Right down to where my clit throbbed, aching for attention.

  He moaned into the sensitive skin of my neck. His thrusts no longer shook the whole bed, but instead began to pulse deep inside of me, causing my legs to tremor uncontrollably beneath his.

  He was so heavy that I couldn’t move at all, except to wiggle my fingers and curl my toes, which heightened just how hot the sex was. A loud whimper escaped my lips.

  “Yes,” he groaned, angling himself differently so he could finish me off. I was losing control and it was exactly what he wanted.

  “Oh Hawk, you're going to make me scream.”

  “Good.” He panted into my ear, his breath falling hot against my neck. “You'd better.”

  I lifted my chin to the side a little to allow him access to my lips. He covered my mouth with a burning kiss just as he kneed one of my legs up onto the bed so that the inside of my thigh was now pressed flat to the edge of the mattress. It created a teasing bit of friction between my throbbing clit and the damp spot on the sheets beneath us, which hurled my body straight toward the brink of pleasure.