Fourth Down and Dirty: A Bad Boy Sports Romance

by Kristen Flowers

I tossed and turned for about a minute before finally giving up and pulling my balcony doors open.

  “Shit…” I muttered as I stared at my phone. I was paranoid I had just made some grave mistake. My usual cocky self probably just scared her off for good.

  I stepped out and breathed in when the cool evening air hit my skin. I slumped down on one of the balcony chairs and rested my feet against the railing, enjoying my view of the way the city was beginning to light up. My phone was clutched in my hand as I waited for her reply.

  If I got a reply.

  Bling!

  “How’d you get my number?”

  I blew out a sigh of relief and chuckled, running my thumb over my screen as I read her reply. I could almost hear her voice. It was obvious she already knew who it was.

  My thumbs quickly went to work, “I have connections.”

  I paused wondering if I should add a wink to the end of it, but decided not to and hit send. I thought it was a good enough answer without having to sell out Stella. I owed her one, after all. If she didn’t sneakily include Ivy’s number I would’ve had to wait until I saw her again. Ivy would come up with her own idea of what my connections were. I didn’t doubt she would link it back to my dad. That was a fair assumption, either way. Before she could reply I sent her another message.

  “So have you been thinking about me as much as I’ve been thinking about you?” I was going out on a limb. That was something that made me feel like a fish out of water. I never went out on a limb for a girl.

  “Depends how much you’ve been thinking of me.”

  I grinned down at my phone. She was cheekier and a bit bolder through text messages. I liked it. I wondered if I could draw out that side of her in person, but figured that was a challenge for a later time. I didn’t want to draw it out any longer. I wanted to get to the point and, more importantly, I wanted to see her already. I couldn’t believe how long it felt since we last laid eyes on each other. It felt like a century.

  I had never felt anything even close to this with anybody else. The confusion and the outbursts and all the true feelings involved were new to me, but there was nobody else I would have wanted to go through it all with other than her. It felt sappy and gross admitting it to myself, but it was the truth.

  “Where are you right now?” I asked. I may not have been ready to show up unannounced at her house and confront her mother on my own, but I certainly was ready to have her over at my place. I looked at the glittering skyline view from my balcony and imagined her sitting beside me. My chest tightened. My grip on the phone tightened as well.

  “I’m at the library.”

  “Why am I not surprised?” I chuckled.

  I could just see her objecting and rolling her eyes at my teasing. I tapped my lips with my finger after drafting my next reply, “I need help studying. Come over to my place.”

  Did I really want to send that?

  Maybe she would think I was being to forward. Maybe she’d be offended. Maybe it would all work out and she would show up at my place shortly after.

  There was only one way to find out so I sent the message, not bothering to change it to a question. After all, the arrogant side of me would tell her, not ask her. I smirked and leaned my head back against the wall, feigning cocky confidence even though I was alone on my balcony and a little scared of what her reply would be.

  All I had to do now was wait.

  I stared at my phone, eyes fixed on his last message.

  “I need help studying. Come over to my place.”

  Of course he would be cocky enough to say it like that. It was so forward and demanding, but that wasn’t what got to me most. I couldn’t believe he had the gall to summon me like that, and on my day off too. Of all the crazy things that happened to me since Landon Bryce came into my life this had to top the list. Then I felt something stir at the pit of my stomach and I giggled. My face and chest flushed red.

  There was no way that was the craziest thing he had done. The stadium definitely topped the list. It was like some crazy fantasy that sprang to life.

  I let out a small whimper, my body fueled by sexual frustration already. I looked around hoping nobody else was in the library noticed my flushed chest and clenching thighs. How he managed to keep getting me so worked up no matter where I was or what I was doing was beyond me. I looked around and then down at my books. I was already ahead in all my classes so maybe finishing my library session early wouldn’t be so bad.

  Thinking of Landon’s lips and the way he kissed me so dominantly, the way our bodies warmed up together, was more than enough to convince me to go. I shut my books, closed my notebook, and shoved them into my bag. I zipped up my pencil case and pushed it back into my bag before closing the flap, buckling, and slinging the strap over my shoulder. As I placed my hands flat on the desk and stood up, I couldn’t believe I had actually just packed up to go over to Landon’s place. His invitation was somewhat gutsy, but me actually going over there was far worse.

  I walked silently through the tall shelves housing books, old and new, feeling like all eyes were on me. It was completely irrational but I couldn’t help the crawling feeling all over my skin that everyone who saw me walking out knew where I was going and what was on her mind. I couldn’t help it. I was practically always in a self-conscious paranoid state of mind.

  I pushed the library doors open and walked out, gazing up at the night sky dotted with shining stars. I shivered as soon as the air twisted up my back. I rubbed my hands over my exposed arms and started to walk, feeling both completely nervous and excited. Suddenly, I came to a halt. I had no idea where I was going. I had never been to his place, nor did he tell me where to go.

  I gulped. Asking him would be admitting to falling for his lure sooner than I had anticipated. I continued to walk slowly, focusing on the splashing fountain in the center of the plaza ahead of me. I always loved that fountain. It had a calming effect on me. Once I stood next to it I finally pulled my phone out and asked him where he lived. I could just imagine the smug look on his face as he typed out his address for me.

  I stared at my phone and nervously shuffled on my feet. There was still time to take it back. I could pretend I was joking just to mess with his mind. But there was a pull deep inside of me that didn’t want to do that. Every bit of the resolution I made to keep things professional with Landon and I was long gone out the window. Nothing about my attraction to him made sense. So naturally, nothing about the way our meetings went made sense either.

  It was thrilling. I always spent every day pushing ahead, sifting through the dirt in hopes of finding the flowers that bloomed in my life. The more I got to know Landon and the more I allowed myself to explore different things with him, the more I started to realize the journey was enjoyable. Maybe my mother was right in saying I needed to be out there living my life.

  With that thought, I slipped my phone back into my bag and set off at a quicker pace. I knew the area where he lived and I wasn’t the least bit surprised by it. I wouldn’t have expected him to live in any place other than the richest part of the university’s neighborhood. As I walked to his house my messenger bag started to weigh on me, I wondered why I was even taking textbooks to his place. I could have easily dropped them off at home. After all, I was willing to bet my next paycheck that I wasn’t going over there to study.

  Minutes later, I stood across the street from Landon’s house. It was large and pretty, although not quite as modern as I would have expected. I noticed his car was nowhere to be seen, but then figured he had a garage to park it in. I looked at the windows and wondered if he was standing next to one watching me.

  I took a deep breath, looked both ways, and dashed across the street until I was at the start of the cobblestone pathway leading toward the front door. I had already come this far and I was determined to let myself get lost in the moment. Everything else had to stay behind or else my trip here wouldn’t have been worth it.

  I walked up the path and timidl
y pressed the doorbell. I kicked the air and looked down at my outfit. Today I wore my favorite navy blue sailor skirt, a white tank, and my black and white flats. I looked cute and casual, definitely not the way Landon was used to seeing me dress every time he saw me—except for that run in at the library. I rolled my eyes and grimaced at how awkward that had been. Thinking back to that moment made this moment seem even crazier. I couldn’t believe I was actually at his doorstep.

  I shifted, adjusting the strap of my messenger bag, which was now feeling like an obese elephant on my shoulder. The door started to creak open. My breathing picked up.

  It wasn’t Landon.

  In front of me stood a tall, tanned young man I assumed to be on the football team. He looked me up and down and I awkwardly crossed my hands in front of me. I tried not to look right at him, not only because he was obviously checking me out, but because he was shirtless.

  “You must be the tutor,” he said. I finally met his gaze and noticed he looked rather amused, but intrigued. “Now I get why his grades are going up,” he quipped. I felt even more uncomfortable and was quickly starting to resent Landon for not opening the door. He knew I was on my way over.

  “Um, is Landon here?” It was all I could say, quickly looking away from the half-naked guy in front of me.

  “Of course,” He moved to the side and nodded upstairs.

  I looked at the staircase, back at the young man, and then at the staircase again. I hesitated for a moment. Going upstairs on my own, undoubtedly watched by this mystery guy was going to be excruciatingly awkward. But I decided to go all in. If he was going to check out my ass on the way up the stairs, so what. I nodded and stepped inside, walking quickly to the stairs without making it seem like I was rushing. I made my way up, hand gliding on the wooden banister, until I reached the top landing. I had no idea which door was Landon’s bedroom and I really didn’t feel like poking my head behind each one to find out.

  I looked to my left and saw a large banner bearing the logo of Haywood University with an artist’s rendering of the Lions mascot beneath it. I sucked in a deep breath and was struck by the scent of man everywhere. Though now would have been a good a time as any to turn and run out, I didn’t actually want to. I was desperately curious to see Landon's room. I wanted to see his bed, climb on it, and feel the weight of him on top of me again.

  I remembered what he promised to do to me once he had me in a bed. The anticipation I was feeling skyrocketed. I looked around at the doors and spotted double doors at the end of the hallway. That had to be the master bedroom and if she knew Landon at all, it would be his master bedroom. I walked over to it as confidently as possible and stretched out my arm. My heart was thudding so loud it felt like thunder.

  Fist balled tightly, I knocked once. The door flew open before I had a chance to knock a second time.

  Landon was standing there, watching me pant nervously with a racing heart. He looked handsome as ever. Every fiber of my being was electrified with excitement. I took just one step forward and he immediately took me into his arms. He pressed his lips against mine, kissing me almost desperately. The mutual fire between us could have been felt miles away.

  He pressed me against the wall and somehow managed to close the bedroom door behind me. He pushed up against me and nibbled at my lips before kissing me again. My breath hitched as he lifted me up like I was a bag of feathers. I wrapped my legs around him and quickly interlocked my ankles so I wouldn’t slip down. He worked me with his kisses until I moaned against his mouth, my heart rattling inside my chest.

  Landon responded by slipping his hand under the hem of my skirt and pushed up. In a flash he shoved my panties aside. I felt the warmth of his fingers against my slit and his mouth curl into a smile against my lips.

  “Already wet,” he grunted against me. Every inch of my skin felt like it was burning and electrified. He eased two fingers inside at once. My head fell back against the wall. A gasp of pleasure fell from my lips. I placed my hand over my mouth to stifle my heavy breaths and growing moans as he worked his fingers in and out of me, varying the speed and depth. Pleasure coursed through my veins as my hips rocked against the palm of his hand.

  Now this was my fantasy come to life, but feeling Landon’s fingers working me was a million times better in real life than it was when I only imagined it. I felt his thumb press against my clit and I cried out, eyes shut. Then I whimpered, feeling his fingers slide out of me. I wanted more and was sure it wouldn’t take long for me to come.

  Landon licked and bit the side of my neck before lowering me down. I was wobbly so I held on to him, but he lifted me again and flung me onto the bed. I let out a little giggle as I landed and bounced on top of the mattress. My body was still shaking from all the feelings between my legs. It wasn’t just about the pleasure he gave me with his fingers, it was about everything Landon made me feel. All the buildup and anticipation as I walked to his house had done me in. It was clear the wait had the same effect on him.

  He looked down at me, eyes burning with desire. He was breathing heavily and I curled one leg underneath the other, feeling sexy. There was something so great about him getting so turned on just by touching and tasting me.

  “Do you remember what I told you?” he asked huskily.

  I nodded slowly. I remembered him promising to take me time and time again, going all night, once he had me in a bed. Now was the moment. I was more than ready for it. He smirked. I could see it in his eyes; all he wanted to do was rip my clothes off and fuck me until the walls shook. I had waited long enough. I wanted to know what it would feel like to have him inside of me. I could see the outline of his hardness pressed up against his jeans. The anticipation must have been killing him too.

  I wanted to feel his body against me and I wanted it all night, just like he had promised. The thought alone was enough to get me soaking wet. I felt an aching between my legs and I squeezed them together just once, whining quietly as I imagined what it was going to feel like for him to slip inside. He was watching me intently. He pulled his shirt off and swiftly took off his pants and boxers together, standing in front of me completely naked.

  I gulped. My gaze instantly fell to his manhood, throbbing erect and pointing right at me.

  This was the first time I could appreciate his body fully, without anything in the way. I looked over every inch. He was chiseled like a Greek god. I could probably eat off of his washboard stomach and lick down the crevice of his abs.

  Landon just stood there quietly, accepting my gaze and scrutiny. I bit my lower lip and the desire in my eyes grew. He was all sex and testosterone. I had never been more attracted to someone in my entire life. I sat up and reached out, running my finger over a scar on his stomach.

  I looked up at him.

  “I had my appendix taken out,” he explained. “It nearly burst. My dad was working when it happened and almost missed it.”

  “You could have died,” I murmured under my breath, still running my finger along the thin scar.

  “I think that was what finally pushed him to retire early,” Landon admitted. It was a moment of honesty, completely unexpected, and I fully appreciated it.

  I leaned forward and softly pressed my lips to the thin line. Landon twitched slightly as he watched my soft lips land against him.

  “No woman has ever asked me about that before.” He said pointedly.

  I gave him a soft smile and kissed it again before kissing a bit lower. I continued the trail of kisses over both his hipbones.

  My lips landed against him lower and lower, tasting the salt on his skin. With every kiss I inhaled deep through my nose. Every bit of his manly scent drove me crazy.

  Finally, I reached his shaft and licked my lips. I was nervous. My heart was pounding like a drum. I had given oral before in the past, but I certainly wasn’t skilled at it. But I wanted nothing more than to please him. I wanted to make him feel how he made me feel.

  I sealed my lips around him. I slowly pushed d
own until he was half way inside my mouth. I heard him grunt and groan as he sucked in a stuttering breath. I pulled my head back and slowly bobbed it back and forth, varying how much of his length I took in each time. My cheeks hollowed as I reached up and started to work him with my hand.

  Landon whimpered louder, placing his hand at the back of my head as I flattened my tongue along the underside of his shaft. I drew back and licked his tip a little. With another groan he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me away onto the bed.

  Without warning he reached forward and yanked my skirt and panties down. He gave me a devilish smirk as he tossed them to the ground. He kissed my ankle and slowly ran his hand up my other leg. He moved upward and started to kiss, lick and suckle my inner thighs.

  I clutched the sheets and wiggled my hips. My legs instinctively spread wider as I wanted more. I grabbed a pillow to fling it over my face, knowing I would have to muffle my cries. I could smell his scent on the pillow. When I felt his breath on my hot, wet center, and he reached his tongue out for a few playful licks—I came. I trembled and moaned into the pillow, feeling the pleasure course through me.