Play Hard: Bad Boy Sports Romance

by Abbi Hemp

  “Mind your own business,” I shouted then knocked a few more times. “Haley! We need to talk!”

  “We’re calling the cops,” Tabby said.

  “Do it!” I said.

  Behind the door, I heard them arguing. At least I hoped Haley was inside.

  “I’m going to blast my radio until this door opens,” I threatened.

  The door opened.

  “Will you go? The neighbors are going to call the cops. They hate me.”

  “I wonder why,” I said sarcastically.

  “Because I’m LGBT, and the people around here are backwards losers.”

  “No, it’s because you’re crazy.”

  “You hate people like me too. That’s why I don’t want you around my Haley.”

  “She’s not yours or mine.”

  “That’s right,” Haley said as she walked up behind Tabby.

  “Can I come in?”

  She motioned with her head for me to come inside. Tabby twirled around, full of rage.

  “You are not going to let him in this house. Not after what he did to me.”

  “My roommates were there with me all night,” I said. “You’re a liar and an evil person.”

  “Oh, I’m evil now because I’m LGBT?”

  “No!” I exclaimed. “You’re evil because you do bad things and only care about yourself.”

  “It’s me or him, Haley. You decide.”

  “Come in, James.”

  I smiled as I stepped through the doorway, my body pressing against hers briefly.

  “This is not right!” Tabby yelled. “It’s not fair!”

  After all the hassle to get into her house, I realized I didn’t want any of the drama anymore.

  This is bullshit.

  “You know what, Haley? Fuck this. I’m leaving. You and Tabby have fun.”

  Her eyes widened. Tabby grinned like she had won. I turned around and stormed off the front porch, heading for my Camaro. I didn’t need Haley or any other woman.

  Why did I even come over here?

  As I headed toward my car, Tabby also walked out of the house, heading down the street. Forget both these crazy women. I’m going home to sleep.

  TWENTY-NINE

  Haley

  As he walked to his muscle car, a million thoughts flashed through my mind at the same time. IF he drove away, I might never see him again.

  “James, wait!” I called out as I rushed off the porch.

  He stopped, hand on door handle, and looked up at me as I approached.

  “What?”

  “Please come inside. Let’s talk about this…”

  “There’s nothing to talk about.”

  “I think there’s plenty to talk about.”

  “Well, maybe that’s why we’re not a good match.”

  “How can you say that?” I asked. “Please?”

  We stared at each other over the top of the car. He frowned and sighed.

  “You sure you want me in your apartment alone? Don’t you know I’m a monster?”

  “You’re not a monster to me,” I said, glancing to the left and right. “Can we go inside and stop the show for my neighbors.”

  “Fine,” he said.

  I waited for him to walk around the front of the car. We walked side-by-side back into my apartment. After shutting and locking the door, I turned to him.

  “Why are we acting like this?” I asked.

  “I wish I knew. It’s your damn roommate trying to start trouble.”

  “She’s a good person, but she has problems.”

  “We all have problems,” he said. “But not all of us deal with them like her.”

  “That’s true,” I said, walking over to him.

  I placed a hand on his waist and looked deep into his eyes.

  He opened his mouth to say something, but I kissed those soft sexy lips, shutting him up. As our tongues danced together blissfully, I felt his hands running up the side of my body.

  When he placed his hand over a breast, I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist him. Every time we fought – usually over something stupid – our passion for each other grew. Was that normal?

  I did not care in the least as I took his hand and led him to the bedroom.

  “Can we try something new tonight?” I asked as we walked.

  “Yeah,” he said excitedly without knowing what I was talking about.

  “Good. It takes a big, strong man like you. I’ve been wanting to try it for a long time.”

  He cupped my ass with his huge hand, sending shivers through my whole body. I stopped at my bedroom door and opened it.

  “What is it?” he asked.

  “Don’t laugh, okay?”

  A grin slid over his face.

  “Uh oh.”

  “It’s not bad,” I said. “Ugh.”

  “Just say it.”

  He reached over and shut the door behind us.

  “I don’t know how to explain it, but you hold me upside down with my legs over your shoulders. Maybe I’m too heavy?”

  “No,” he said, shaking his head. “Let’s do it.”

  I watched as he took off his leather jacket and tossed it to the floor. Next off came his sweatshirt, revealing his perfectly formed upper torso.

  “Take your clothes off,” he said as he undid his pants.

  Not romantic, but if he was able to pull off the sexual position I’d been dying to try, I would forgive him the minor details.

  His eyes roamed over my body as I exposed more of my flesh to him.

  “You’re so fucking hot,” he said.

  I smiled.

  “How should we do this?”

  “I’m not sure. Did they have directions or something?”

  “No. Maybe…Oh!”

  He wrapped his arms around me and bent back, almost falling to the floor.

  “That’s not it,” he said. “I know what you’re talking about, but come to think of it, I’m not sure how you get into that position.”

  “We could Google it,” I offered.

  “No, hold on.” He glanced around my room. “Let’s try this.”

  As he walked toward my bed and grabbed my two huge, fluffy pillows, I found myself turned on by his desire to make my fantasy come true.

  He set the pillows on the floor against the side of my bed.

  “Hold on…”

  I giggled.

  “We don’t have to…”

  “No, no. I got this. You lay on the floor here.”

  He pointed. I laid down on the floor with my head toward him.

  “No, no, you need to be the other way around. There you go.”

  After aligning myself the other way, I spread my legs as he kneeled on the floor in front of me. What the hell were the pillows for? I wondered as I scooted toward him.

  Still kneeling, he lifted my ass off the ground.

  “Ouch. Slower, please. The carpet.”

  I began to regret my decision to share my kinky fantasy. Until I slid further up his body, his strong arms supporting and helping me every inch of the way.

  When I felt his tongue on my pussy, I knew I’d made it.

  “Oh,” I said. “That’s good.”

  “Hold on,” he said then lifted one leg.

  “You don’t have to pick me up…Oh!”

  In one smooth motion, he stood up completely, bending back slightly to balance me. I bent my legs over his shoulder to help support myself.

  “Am I too heavy?”

  Instead of answering with words, he slid his wet, warm tongue over my pussy, making me even wetter. Blood rushed to my head as he kissed, licked and nibbled at my pink flesh.

  Can he hold me long? Will I fall? That tongue! Why were we arguing? It doesn’t matter. He’s the man for me. The way he’s tasting me feels so good.

  “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” I begged.

  “Hold on. Let’s try something.”

  He picked me up and laid me on the bed.

  “What
are you…”

  Before I finished my sentence, he picked me up with his hands on the sides of my hips, turning me around in mid-air. My pussy was still against his face, but I had access to his magnificent cock. I grabbed it as he dove into my pussy with his mouth.

  The feeling of his strong hands on my ass, holding me upside down, made me feel safe, comfortable, and so close to coming.

  I wrapped my lips around his cock while holding it at the base with one hand. He increased his efforts as I sucked, bringing me even closer to orgasm.

  “Fuck,” I said, still stroking him. “Right there…”

  He found my spot, switching up the action of his tongue. I came suddenly, my body tingling and shaking as my breasts pressed against his stomach.

  “Oh, stop!” I said, so sensitive.

  After setting me down carefully on the bed, I stared up at him, my breaths coming so fast. He slipped on a condom then grabbed my legs and pulled me forward to the edge of the bed.

  Staring into the windows to my soul, he penetrated me in one quick motion. I thought I was going to come again right away, but the pleasure washed over me in waves.

  I loved the way his brow furrowed as he plunged into me faster and harder. Joy exploded within me as I found myself building toward another orgasm. So soon?

  “James.”

  When I said his name, it was like a magic spell that would grant me eternal happiness, or at least ecstasy for a few precious minutes. The bed rocked as he fucked me with that hard cock, rocked my body as if he’d been created to pleasure me.

  He pulled out and grunted, “Turn over.”

  Sad he wasn’t inside me anymore, I did as he said, my legs dangling over the edge of the bed, giving him easy access to everything.

  I sighed as he rubbed the tip of his dick over my pussy lips before thrusting into me again. Whenever he did, I felt like the world finally made sense.

  My breasts were pressed against the mattress. Every time he pushed inside me, my entire body moved forward a bit. He was so big. A beast. My treat.

  “I’m coming,” he said. “I’m right there…”

  “Yes, baby,” I said, feeling myself getting closer as well.

  His cock swelled inside me as his thrusts slowed and he shouted out, “Fuck yes!”

  I smiled at the sensation of his throbbing cock still sliding in and out.

  “Haley…”

  He pulled out. I rolled over, scooting back on the bed.

  “Did you come?” he asked.

  I shook my head.

  “It’s okay, I did before.”

  “No, it’s not okay.”

  He pounced forward, crawling on the bed between my legs as if the only thing to save the entire world was making me come with his tongue.

  I moaned, loudly, as he furiously licked me. When he stuck two fingers inside me, I knew I wouldn’t last very long. He slid them in and out while still licking my clit.

  “Yes, yes, yes!”

  Another orgasm washed over my body. I arched my back, pushing my pussy up and into his face, not wanting the moment to end.

  He propped himself up with his forearms and smiled at me. I saw my juices on his face, that cute face of his. Tears formed in my eyes as emotions overwhelmed me.

  “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, his demeanor changing as he moved up my body.

  “I’m just so damn happy.”

  That cock-sure grin I loved slid onto his face.

  “Me too, Haley. And damn hungry too. You want to go get lunch on campus?”

  I nodded.

  “We can talk.”

  “Yeah. I’d like that. Fucking is fun and all, but I want to know everything about you.”

  “Even the bad and crazy stuff?” I said then sniffed.

  He wiped the tears from my face with his thumb.

  “Everything.”

  We kissed before cleaning up and getting dressed. I found myself falling even deeper in love with James, something I hadn’t thought possible.

  * * *

  The day got even better when we reached Papa Jack’s on campus. James held the door open, making me feel like a modern day princess.

  Heads turned as we walked in side by side, but no one dared say a word as the star player of the football team took me to the best booth.

  I sat down on a bench and scooted over. He took the spot right next to me. As if he were royalty, a waitress appeared and took our order.

  “I’ve never had service that fast here before,” I said.

  “Didn’t you say you stayed out of this place?”

  “Well, yeah, but the few times I was here.”

  He nodded his head as we looked at each other.

  “So, what are we going to do about the Tabby situation?”

  I smiled at the word “we.”

  “Well, I should move out right away, but I have nowhere else to go. And I feel sorry for her. She’s not going to be able to come up with the money to break the lease.”

  “Is your name on it?”

  “Yeah, but I’ve got some money saved up. I can pay a few months to get out of there, but I still don’t have anywhere to go.”

  “You could move in with me?”

  “And Curtis and your other roommates? No thank you.”

  He laughed.

  “They’re not that bad.”

  “It’s going to be a big enough adjustment living with you.”

  “Oh, yeah? You think so?”

  I felt his hand rubbing my back.

  “You don’t?”

  He glanced away a moment.

  “Yeah, I guess it freaks me out too. We fight so much.”

  “Over stupid stuff,” I said.

  “Mostly stupid.”

  “I didn’t mean like unimportant stupid. Tabby is causing a lot of drama. I thought I could trust her, but now…”

  My voice trailed off.

  “You don’t trust her anymore?”

  “No, and I do trust you.” I stared into his eyes. “Can I trust you?”

  He answered with a kiss as the waitress returned with our medium pineapple and ham pizza and pitcher of iced tea. The smell reminded me of my hunger.

  “Thank you,” James said to the waitress.

  She walked away.

  “It smells so good.”

  “I’m addicted to this stuff. I’ll have to work out longer tomorrow, but it’s worth it.”

  I grabbed a slice and transferred it to one of the two paper plates the waitress had left.

  “We need to agree that Tabby isn’t going to come between us.”

  “That’s up to you, too. If I recall, you’re the one…”

  “Okay,” I said, cutting him off. “I’m to blame too. We both let her manipulate us.”

  He picked up a slice and took a bite off the end, cheese trailing from his mouth. After sprinkling some parmesan cheese on mine, I bit off a healthy-sized piece.

  “Mmmm…” I said, breaking off the stringy cheese.

  We enjoyed the meal and each other’s company. At the end, he pushed the half-eaten pie across the table and belched. I elbowed him.

  “I need to teach you some manners.”

  “Only if you let me teach you how to wield a sword.”

  I smiled at the image of me with a weapon.

  “I’m not sure I could handle it.”

  “You never know. A special woman like you is bound to have a lot of hidden talents.”

  “There you go with the compliments.”

  “I can stop.”

  “Please don’t.”

  He showed those perfect teeth, so straight and white.

  “You want to come back to my place?” he asked.

  I sighed, thinking of what was waiting for me back at my apartment.

  “No, I should go to my place and let Tabby know I’m moving out. Maybe I can find someone who wants to sublet their room or something.”

  “Maybe. I’ll ask around.”

  “Thanks,” I said. “
For everything.”

  “Don’t mention it.”

  He scooted off the bench and stood up. As I looked up at him, the smile vanished from his face. I craned my neck to see over the back of the booth.

  “Hey, Coach,” James said.

  Crap, crap, crap.

  “James. I heard you might be here.”

  “Heard from who?”

  “Doesn’t matter. You know my team rules, right?”

  “Yes, Coach.”

  “And you’re breaking one of them right now. That’s not good for you.”

  I glanced around the dining room, seeing quite a few people looking at us, but I didn’t recognize any of them. Had one of them called the football coach on us? What was the big deal, anyway?

  “Hello,” I said, standing up and offering my hand. “I’m…”

  “This is my cousin Haley,” James blurted out.

  “Your cousin, huh?”

  The coach turned his attention to me. I smiled and bent my elbow to raise my hand close to my chest in a mini-wave.

  “I’m his cousin. Nice to finally meet you.”

  “You better not be lying to me, James.”

  “I’m not, Coach. I know your rules, and I appreciate you helping me go pro.”

  “I know a lot of people,” he said. “And my rules are in place for a reason. I can’t have you go making a fool of me, now can I?”

  “No, Coach.”

  “I should go,” I said. “Talk to you at the family reunion, cuz.”

  He nodded his head at me. I walked away, wondering what the hell had just happened. Was it really that serious? None of it made sense.

  On the way home, the confusion turned to anger. Had James really chosen football over me? Was that stupid ball of his more important than me?

  I stopped thinking clearly as I got worked up the closer I got to my apartment. Would I not be moving after all? All the drama pissed me off.

  Why can’t love be simple and pure?

  THIRTY

  Haley

  The moment I walked in our apartment, I made up my mind to leave as soon as possible. Tabby and a group of her friends were sitting in our living room. She lifted a wine bottle in the air when she noticed me. I glared at her, not saying a word.

  “Hey, Haley baby. Come join us.”

  “Everyone needs to leave,” I said sternly.

  The half-dozen people crammed into our tiny living room sighed and booed me, but I didn’t care as I pointed a finger at the door.