Kicked: A Bad Boy Sports Romance
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I glance down at Lyric as she pulls her helmet off and takes a deep breath. An impulse strikes me, and I take it, cupping her face in both hands and leaning down to press our mouths together, her tongue hot and needy against my own.
We need to talk, Lyric and me.
But fuck this.
I grab the helmet from her fingers and toss it aside, scooping her up in my arms and carrying her to the front door before setting her down just long enough to unlock it. The dogs assault us with a chorus of excited barks and frantically wagging tails, but I ignore them, lifting Lyric back up and kicking the door shut behind me.
“Royal, I—” she begins, but I cut her off with another kiss, taking her into my bedroom and tossing her on the bed. “We should … I need to know what happened today,” she says, but her head falls back and her breasts arch against my chest as I climb between her legs and press my mouth to the thumping pulse in her neck.
“Later, Pint-Size. Later. For now, this. Just this.”
I sit up and slide my cut off my shoulders, tossing it to the floor before I yank off my shirt and unzip Lyric's jacket. Underneath … My breath catches sharply and my dick throbs with excitement.
“Is this for me?” I ask as I run my hands down the sides of the purple corset and pause at the zipper to Lyric's pants. “And am I going to find naughty knickers under all this leather?”
“It's not for you,” she says, but her cheeks are flushed with excitement as she looks up at me. “Well, maybe these were, but just a little bit. You beat up my brother.”
“Could've done a whole lot worse,” I say, refusing to let the subject come between us. Right now, hell would have to freeze over for me to stop—and even then it'd be a stretch. “That fucking phone call,” I say, unzipping her pants and finding a matching pair of panties and a bloody garter belt. “If that shit hadn't been enough to drive me crazy, then this would be.” I need this girl, I think as I peel her riding pants down her legs, tear off her boots and then finish the job, until she's lying there in nothing but purple lingerie. “I need to fuck you right now, love. If I don't, I'm going to lose my goddamn mind.”
I lean over her, kissing the side of her neck and working my way down to the corset, running my tongue along the top of it, tasting the pale creamy swells of her breasts. When my fingers seek out her pussy, it's soaked straight through and ready for me, clamping down hard on my hand as I work two and then three in and out.
“I told him I was your old lady,” she gasps as my thumb grazes over the front of her lacy panties. Well now. That gives me pause and my mouth curves into a grin.
“Why? Because you want to be?” I ask, noticing that Lyric's put her panties on over her garter belt and thigh highs. Like she knew someone would want to be able to take them off and leave everything else on. Fuck.
“I don't know,” she whispers as I slide my fingers out and grab her knickers, trailing them down her legs and over her feet before tossing them to the floor. “I really don't know.”
“Guess we'll figure that out, too,” I say as I unzip my pants and lower my body on top of hers. “Tomorrow. We'll figure all this crap out tomorrow.” When I thrust inside of her, she spreads her legs wide and welcomes my cock inside, fingers clutching at my hair, tongue teasing mine as I kiss her and take her hard against the mattress.
Her hot, wet body soothes my demons away and brings a moment of peace to the fucking roller coaster ride that makes up my life. Shagging beautiful girls has always been a pastime of mine, something to make me feel better, let go a little. But it's never been like this. Guess I can see why some of the boys are so into their old ladies, why they never even glance in the direction of the leather lovers. They don't even fucking see 'em. Don't fucking need them.
“Lyric,” I groan, grinding against her as she moans and writhes beneath me, her body milking mine so hard that I can barely move my cock in and out. I decide to roll us over and let her ride me, putting my hands on her waist and encouraging her hips to roll, her palms splayed out on my chest as I squeeze her soft flesh and let her grind her clit against me.
“Royal,” she groans as I bite my lip and suck in a harsh breath. “Royal.” A sharp little gasp. “Royal.”
“That's it, Pint-Size. Let it go. I want to watch you come.” Her hips move harder, dark hair hanging around her face, lips parted with pleasure. When she comes, hands still on my chest, back arching, she looks like a fucking queen.
My queen.
Royalty.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Lyric
There's a pint of ice cream in front of my face when I open my eyes, lashes fluttering as I take in the container and the big tattooed hand that's holding it.
“Mornin' Pint-Size,” Royal says, tossing a spoon onto the pillow with his other hand. “Thought you might enjoy a little taste of your namesake.”
I groan and sit up, my body sore and my face throbbing like … well, I like I got elbowed in the nose. I reach up and touch it, hissing at the pain, but I don't think it's broken. It'd hurt a hell of a lot worse, wouldn't it? My chest feels tight though, the line where the seatbelt caught me an aching mess.
“What … what the hell happened last night?” I groan, even though I was a part of all of it. Being followed, crashing the truck, Royal's hand wrenching the door open, arching above him as I rode his cock.
Oh God.
I groan again and rub at my face as I sit up, glancing at the two wolves lying patiently at the end of the bed, eyeing the ice cream container before looking back at my face with pathetically hopeful expressions.
“I have to head out of here in a minute, but I wanted to talk you before I left,” Royal says, tilting his head to the side and examining me carefully. There's so much between us, so much that needs to be said, talked about.
“Who were those guys last night?” I ask, reluctantly reaching out and dragging the ice cream into my lap. A surge of panic goes through me before I realize that it's Sunday. Sunday. No work. Nobody will know I'm missing. I breathe a small sigh of relief.
“Bunch of fucking tossers that have finally lost the plot.”
“Wow. You don't sound at all like you've ever lived in London,” I say with a small smile and Royal grins at me. The expression fades almost as quickly as it came and his mouth tightens, the muscles in his jaw ticking.
“I don't know how to say this,” he begins and my heart stutters frantically. The way he kissed me last night, the look on his face, how scared he sounded on the phone … he's not kicking me out, is he?
“You want me to go?” I ask and he blinks at me like I'm the one that's lost the plot. Royal reaches into his pocket and grabs a smoke, sliding it between his lips and talking around it, his dark hair thick and clean and perfect. Must've showered already. I stare into his dark brown eyes and wait for him to answer me.
“Now you really must be taking the piss with me. Lyric,” he begins as I set the ice cream aside and turn to face him, looking down at his tattooed hands instead of his face. The roses seem more red today, the vines more green, the pistols more … dangerous. “I don't know how to do this shit, and frankly, I don't really care. Look, here's the thing.” He takes a deep breath and glances over at the bedroom door like he's expecting someone to come in at any moment. That's when I hear the deep rumble of a man's voice. Someone responds to him, but I can't hear what they're saying. So there really are people out there.
Royal turns back to face me.
“You've gotten wrapped up in this shit, even though you shouldn't be.” I open my mouth to protest, but he just keeps talking. “You calling in Brent … ” Royal grits his teeth. “Don't ever mention that to anyone ever again. You hear me?” I raise my eyebrows but he just stares me down.
“I hear you,” I say, knowing that if he's telling me this, it's probably for a good reason. Look what happened to Sully.
“But what happened with Landon, and all of this,” Royal sucks in a breath, “none of that is your fault. And I … ” He
grits his teeth again and then throws his cigarette on the bedside table. “I'm a dumb shit, and I know that this thing between us, it's a fucking nightmare waiting to happen.” Royal leans in and cups the side of my face with his hand. “But it's too late now. I'm fucking invested.”
“Invested?” I whisper, my heart pounding hard against my chest. I should care more about what happened last night, demand answers about who and what and why. But I can't. And I don't. This, right here, I need to know about this. “What do you mean?”
“Pint-Size, you ever consider a different life? Something that's … it's not exactly a walk in the park. You figured that out last night.”
“A different life?” I ask and Royal rolls his eyes, leaning in and putting his forehead against mine.
“I'm asking you to be my woman, Lyric. Even if this all falls to pieces and goes to hell in a handbasket at some point, right now the only thing I want to hear from you is yes. The details, we can work out later.”
“My dad,” I begin, but then Royal puts his mouth against mine, kisses me the way he did last night against the side of his truck. Mine. I open up to him, put my arms around his neck. Yours.
This isn't going to end well, is it? I wonder in the back of my mind. But my heart doesn't care. Not one bit. Right now, this man … he feels wicked and brutal and tender and perfect and … his tongue is tracing my bottom lip and bringing goose bumps up on my arms. How can I say no to that?
“You know why they call me Royal, right?” he asks me as he pulls back and leaves me panting. That dirty grin of his splits his face as I close my eyes and take in the smell of leather and earth, Royal's smell.
“Why's that?” I ask, opening my eyes and meeting his hungry gaze with one of my own. “Is it because it's your name?”
“Cheeky twat,” he says, slapping me on the knee and standing up, a vision in leather and denim. “It's because I'm king, love. And I need a queen. Just tell me okay, so I can get the fuck out of here and come home to find you waiting in my bed for me.”
I should tell him that I have work in the morning, that I still want to be a senator, that we met a week ago, that … I'm stupid and young and in love. But I won't say it. Yet. I don't think he will either. Later, maybe, when we're both ready. Yes, definitely later.
“I'll be here, Royal,” I promise as he raises his brows at me. “I'll be here and I … like you, Royal. I really do.”
“I like you, too, Pint-Size, more than a whole hell of a lot.” Royal leans back over me, eyes focused on mine until I lean back into the pillows and let him brush his mouth across mine again. “Give me a definite, so I can hold my head up with these assholes out here.”
“It's a definite,” I say and his lips split into a grin again, one hand tracing up my side before he kisses me one more time and pulls away.
“You're mine?”
“For now,” I say with a sly smile. “As long as you're mine, too?” He winks at me and picks up his cigarette in two fingers, cutting a daring silhouette against the navy blue walls.
“Never thought I'd say this so bloody soon, but … you got it, love. I'm yours.” Royal gives me a little wave and turns around, reaching for the bedroom door. I watch the wolf on the back of his leather vest until the wood's almost obscured it from view.
“Wait,” I say, a random thought popping into my head. “What's the tattoo on your chest say?” I've seen it several times now, but we've always been too … busy for me to read it. Royal pauses and peeks back in the door with a grin.
“Raw and dirty,” he growls, giving me a look that could melt the panties off a nun. “Raw and dirty and … yours. I hope you're fucking ready for this shit.”
Then he closes the door behind him and leaves me in his bed with just a pair of wolves and a smile for company.
He's a bad boy ... and a nanny. Coming soon!
First
Second
Third
Fourth
Fifth
Sixth
Seventh
The House of Gray and Graves
The House of Hands and Hearts and Hair
The House of Sticks and Bones
The Feed
The Hunt
The Throne
Indigo & Iris
Indigo & The Colonel
Indigo & Lynx
Tasting Never
Finding Never
Keeping Never
Tasting, Finding, Keeping: The Story of Never
Never Can Tell
Never Let Go
Never Did Say
Never Could Stop
Losing Me, Finding You
Loving Me, Trusting You
Needing Me,Wanting You
Craving Me, Desiring You
Paint Me Beautiful
Color Me Pretty
Real Ugly
Get Bent
Tough Luck
Bad Day
Born Wrong
Dead Serious
Doll Face
Heart Broke
Get Hitched
She Lies Twisted
Hell Inc.
A Werewolf Christmas (A Short Story)
Fuck Valentine's Day (A Short Story)
Clan of the Griffin Riders: Chryer's Crest
DeadBorn
Broken Pasts
Crushing Summer
Taboo Unchained
Taming her Boss
Kicked
About the Author
C.M. Stunich is a self-admitted bibliophile with a love for exotic teas and a whole host of characters who live full time inside the strange, swirling vortex of her thoughts. Some folks might call this crazy, but Caitlin Morgan doesn't mind - especially considering she has to write biographies in the third person. Oh, and half the host of characters in her head are searing hot bad boys with dirty mouths and skillful hands (among other things). If being crazy means hanging out with them everyday, C.M. has decided to have herself committed.
She hates tapioca pudding, loves to binge on cheesy horror movies, and is a slave to many cats. When she's not vacuuming fur off of her couch, C.M. can be found with her nose buried in a book or her eyes glued to a computer screen. She's the author of over thirty novels - romance, new adult, fantasy, and young adult included. Please, come and join her inside her crazy. There's a heck of a lot to do there.
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Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Front Matter Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Kicked Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Stepbrother Inked Stebrother Inked Description
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Cha
pter 23
Epilogue
Raw and Dirty Raw and Dirty Description
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
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