by Amber Heart
“It’s almost perfect,” he agreed.
“Almost?” she asked, looking up at him.
He captured her mouth with his, teasing her tongue with his until she moaned against his lips. He pushed her down gently, caging her in with his body, pressing forward at the core of her just enough to tease. She arched up and he caught his breath as his body responded to hers.
They exchanged kiss after kiss, teasing and touching slowly, building steam that neither of them wanted to release just yet. As much as he wanted to take things further, as hard and aching as he was, he’d missed this too much to rush it.
Chase kissed his way down her neck, feeling her hands tighten on his shoulders when he got to the hollow of her throat. He’d never have a more perfect moment than this and he knew it. The feeling of her underneath him, with the fire casting a golden glow over her skin, and his name on her full lips.
“I love you, Claire.”
She caught her breath and pushed at his chest until he propped himself on his elbows. “What?”
“I said that I love you.” God, he hoped that she felt the same way. Otherwise, he’d just made this week really awkward.
She cupped his face in her hands. “I love you too. And I’d very much like to take you upstairs now.”
He grinned. “Sounds good to me.”
College Bad Boy
A Football Romance Short Story
By Amber Heart
About this book
Alisha didn’t know the first thing about football. She knew that CMU was a huge football school with a history of sending players to the NFL, but while most of her friends were busy boozing it up and partying hard, she wasn’t there to slut it up with some football player. She was there to finish her Biology degree so she could go on to study Veterinary Science. Few things could distract her, at least, until she laid eyes on Jason Gordon. Arrogant. Irritating. And sexy as hell. So when he put the moves on her, how was she supposed to resist?
Jason had never in his life had a woman turn him down. So when Alisha laughed at him, he decided that seducing the uptight teacher’s pet was top priority, but somewhere along the way, he stopped looking at her as a target and started looking at her as a woman. A woman who turned him on in the worst way. Would he finally be able to wear her down and live out his fantasies?
College Bad Boy
Alisha had all of her highlighters ordered in a particular sequences so she could pick up the right color without looking up. Yellow was for the terminology that she needed to add to her stack of flashcards. Pink was for the concepts that she didn’t quite understand. Green was for the concepts that she knew would come in handy as her studies advanced, and blue was for the quotes that she wanted to add to her end-of-semester capstone paper.
A cool breeze from the quiet courtyard ruffled her textbook. It had rained steadily for the past week, so the ground was still damp, but she loved the smell of the grass after the rain and didn’t think twice about studying outside.
One more month before exams and then graduation. She’d already been accepted in the state university Veterinary program, and she couldn’t wait. She was so over CMU. Half the kids here had spent their entire four years drunk and were still graduating. How did that even happen?
A shadow fell over her, but she didn’t pay any attention until she reached for the yellow only to realize that it was green at the last minute. Jerking her head up, she frowned.
Jason Gordon. Easily the sexiest man on campus, he was the star quarterback slated to go pro, and he was also the bane of her existence.
The only person in the past two years who had managed to tempt her.
As usual, he had a football tucked under his arm. Even though it was off-season, he was never without that blasted ball. It was like his security blanket.
“Go. Away.” She figured if she spoke slow enough, it might penetrate that stubborn thick skull of his.
“Aw, don’t be like that, Alisha.” He held up the yellow highlighter and studied it. “Sharpies, clicky highlighters. Impressive.”
Cocking her head up at him, she pursed her lips. “Sometimes I wonder what you’ll do with all of your free time after graduation. I mean, after you don’t have me to irritate.”
“Cry buckets of tears, I’m sure.” He dropped the highlighter. It hit the others and sent them rolling to the ground.
“Why don’t you go away and pretend that I’m not here so you can get used to it? Then it won’t be so painful,” she snapped as she bent down to pick them up. Her shirt lifted slightly, and the cool air touched her back. She could feel his eyes trained on her.
“Counter-offer,” he said hoarsely. “Why don’t you come back to my place, and we’ll spend the afternoon fucking like rabbits.”
Crude, but she was instantly wet. From the moment she’d laid eyes on him, he’d had that affect on her. “Charming. Does that work often?” Her heart hammered in her chest, and she recognized the signs of arousal. Sensitive nerve endings. Tight nipples. Tense muscles. Shallow breathing. As usual, she prayed that he didn’t take note of her dilated pupils.
“Not often enough,” he muttered. “We’re almost done here, Alisha. You’re going to regret not riding me.”
“You say that like it’s the only source of entertainment around.” Shoving her hands through her dark reddish hair, she tried to sound flippant.
He narrowed those gorgeous green eyes as he scowled at her. “Like you’ve ever had a single care-free night in your entire college career.”
“You’re right. I haven’t. Which is why I’ve planned on going out this Saturday night. My roommate is taking me to Oasis downtown for a night of dancing and drinks. I’m ahead in my capstone paper, so even if I’m hungover on Sunday, it won’t affect my studies.”
For a moment, he looked like he swallowed wrong. “I’m sorry. Did you say that you were going to Oasis? You? You get that it’s a club, right? Not some fancy name for a library?”
Rolling her eyes, Alisha collected her things and rose from the wooden table. “Like you even know what a library looks like,” she muttered. “Please excuse me, I have a schedule to keep.”
“I’ll be at Oasis Saturday. I’ll bet you a hundred bucks that you’re not going to show,” he called after her.
Stiffening, she looked over her shoulder. “So eager to lose your money?”
A slow smile spread across his face. “Maybe. Does the thought of me being there scare you away? Or excite you?”
“It takes more than the likes of you to scare me. Or excite me,” she lied. “And you’re on, but you better have that cash on you. I hear drinks are pretty expensive, and I might need a few extra if you’re there.”
“Count on it.”
Her heart pounded in her chest as she walked away. It didn’t surprise her. Oasis was the hottest bar for CMU students, and Jason did love to party. She knew that chances were good that he’d be there, but he’d probably be surrounded by his adoring slutty fans. The only time that he ever paid attention to her was when they were alone.
He might be there with his hundred dollars, but he probably wouldn’t be paying any attention to her.
***
“Hey man, you’re going to the Phi Mu party tonight?”
Jason leaned against his headboard and tossed the football in the air. “I don’t think so.”
His roommate and teammate, Trey, leaned against the doorframe of the bedroom and frowned. “Man, I gotta ask, are you okay? It’s like pulling teeth to get you to go out, and when you do go, you act like you hate it. I thought it was just football, but it’s the end of the semester. Come out. Have a few drinks and hookup with a hottie.”
“I’m just not feeling it,” Jason said with a shrug. “Besides, I’ve got a lot on my plate with the draft coming up.”
Trey rolled his eyes. “You’ve turned into a pussy these past couple of semesters, but whatever. Your loss.”
The door shut, and Jason closed his eyes in frustration. It was tru
e. He had stopped partying and picking up women, but it had nothing to do with the draft and everything to do with the sexy little teacher’s pet that starred in all of his erotic fantasies.
Alisha Meyers. Tight body with a brilliant mind and a sassy little mouth, she’d caught his attention when he first tried to seduce her.
And she turned him down.
At first it was just shock. No one ever turned him down, especially not some nobody from Bum Fuck, Nowhere. She wanted to be a horse vet or something hokey. Jason wouldn’t have even noticed her except that her roommate had been hitting on him and Alisha had interrupted to ask for the keys. He’d been speechless when he first saw her but recovered long enough to do his chivalrous duty and walk her back to her apartment.
And try to get in her pants.
She’d laughed. In his face. And then slammed the door shut.
Jason had been obsessed ever since.
At first he just wanted to seduce her for his pride, but he started to enjoy hanging out with Alisha. Even if it was just for a few minutes, he enjoyed the quips and banter, and even if she didn’t realize it, she did open up to him.
He knew she wanted him. There was always that little hitch in her breath, the way her lips parted. He’d never pushed, but if she was looking to unwind on Saturday night, he was going to be there to watch it happen.
And maybe give her a hand.
His cock hardened at the thought of it, and he groaned. He was so close to getting what he wanted that he could practically taste her. She’d be silky and smooth to the touch and just melt in his hands.
Fuck. Loosing his belt, he unzipped his pants and wrapped his hands around himself. Lately she was the only thing that got him off, and even the prospect of seducing her on Saturday night was enough to make him go off like a rocket.
***
The club was dark, and as different colored strobe lights swept across the floor, it was difficult to see anything clearly. No wonder people made horrible decisions in these places. The bad lighting combined with the alcohol was enough to make anyone look good.
Alisha felt more exposed than ever.
Her roommate had tried to squeeze her into a tight green dress that rode her ass and plunged low across her cleavage, but Alisha could barely breathe in it. She’d finally settled on a skirt and tank-top combo, but while the skirt was just a little too high and the top still plunged low, the skirt flowed as she walked and the shirt didn’t threaten to rearrange her ribs.
Karen had abandoned her the moment they got into the club. It didn’t surprise Alisha. Karen loved her men, so she was already riding some stranger’s thigh on the dance floor. Alisha found herself a dark corner by the bar where she could sip her ridiculously expensive martini and watch.
Was this what she had been missing for the past four years? If so, she had no regrets.
“What’s a pretty girl like you drinking all alone?” a voice slurred as a large guy approached her. His gaze fell straight down her cleavage, and she rolled her eyes.
“This pretty girl prefers to drink alone.”
“Oh, don’t be like that, baby. Come dance with me. I’ll make you feel real good.”
“No, thank you,” Alisha said politely.
The guy’s features darkened. “Why the hell not? You think you’re too fucking good for me?”
Gritting her teeth, Alisha resisted the urge to throw the drink in the guy’s face. “I really don’t need to give you a reason,” she reminded him. “I’m sure you’ll find some other pretty girl to entertain.”
“You bitch.” The guys arm shot forward, and his hands wrapped around her wrist. Alisha gasped as her drink sloshed on her chest, and the guy pulled her towards him, but before he could drag her away, there was a hard body between them.
“That’s my date you’re manhandling,” Jason said coldly. “Take your hands off her, now.”
The guy immediately released her and stumbled back as he disappeared into the crowd. Jason whirled around with anger in his eyes. “Damn it, Alisha. When you said that you were coming here, I didn’t think you’d be coming alone. What the hell is wrong with you?”
Her hands shaking, she grabbed some cocktail napkins and dabbed at her chest. Luckily, most of it pooled directly into her cleavage and didn’t stain her shirt. “I didn’t come alone. I came with Karen.”
“Christ. You might as well have come alone,” he growled. “Come on. I’m taking you home.”
“What?” she wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “No. I’m not having a great time, but I’ve only been here for twenty minutes. I have goals. Let some guy buy me a drink and dance to at least one song.” Of course, she preferred if the guy wasn’t drunk and pawing at her at the same time.
Jason’s mouth dropped open. “Fine.” Gesturing to the bartender, he pointed to her drink. “Consider this a guy buying you a drink, and I’ll be sure to grab your ass on the way out so it feels like you danced with a stranger.”
Alisha scowled. “You didn’t ask if you could buy me a drink, so I’m not really letting you. It shouldn’t count. What is wrong with you? I thought you were all excited to finally see me out having fun.”
“That was before I saw you in that get-up. Women dressed like that come here to get laid.”
“Maybe some do. I dressed like this because I knew that it was going to be hot in here, and I was not going to wear the dress that Karen wanted me to wear. You really need to drop the cave man act, Jason. Women can come to clubs to have fun and not get laid.”
The bartender sat another drink in front of her, and she held Jason’s gaze while she picked it up and sipped from it. “I believe that you owe me a hundred dollars.”
“So I do.” He suddenly relaxed and smirked at her. “I know the bet was that I’d give you the money if you showed up, but I think we can make things more interesting. How about I give it to you in increments dependent on how well you participate while you’re here.”
“Participate?” A thrill ran down her spine. “Explain.”
“First milestone would be to drink at the bar, which you’re already doing. So let’s say that’s ten dollars.” He reached into his wallet and pulled out a ten. Folding it in half, he grinned and held it out to her.
Holding his gaze, she snagged it and slid it into her bra. She wasn’t trying to be sexy, but she didn’t really have anywhere else to put it. “Next milestone?”
“Letting a guy hit on you. To keep things safe, that guy would have to be me. Let’s say that’s twenty dollars.”
“I already had a guy hit on me.”
Jason snorted. “Someone who knows what they’re doing.”
“I’ll consider it. What’s next?”
“A dance would be worth another twenty. Then let’s say a kiss would be another twenty.”
Her panties would have been soaked if she’d been wearing them. “A kiss? That still leaves you thirty dollars short.”
“Let’s see if you make it that far. Deal?”
Alisha wanted to point out that it wouldn’t be very smart of her if she made the deal without knowing all the fact, but tonight was for taking risks. “Let’s see what you got, although you’ll have to bring your A game since you’ve been hitting on me for the past two years.”
“That was just the foreplay. Tonight is for keeps.” He grinned devilishly and moved next to her. She allowed him to push her gently away from the wall until he could slip behind her. She stiffened but she didn’t lean against him, and he never touched her. Instead, he bent down and whispered in her ear.
“What do you see?”
“Drunk people dancing.”
“Come on, Alisha, you can do better than that. Tell me what you see.”
With a sigh, she scanned the area. “People trying desperately to make a connection, even if it’s with someone they just met and will never see again.”
“Very good. Why do they do that?”
“Same reason that you play football. Instant gratification can be
addictive.”
“There’s no instant gratification in football. I train hard, and while I love to hear the fans should my name, I do it because I love the rush of being out on the field. I like feeling like I’m a part of something.”
His voice was warm in her ear, and she felt his lips brush up against her. Nervous, she tipped her drink back and drained the rest of it. “Fine. But this is still instant gratification. In the morning, these people are going to feel no better. In fact, they might feel worse.”
“Probably, but sometimes those few hours of pleasure is all that they need.”
“Few hours?” Alisha cocked her head and stared at him. “That’s a little optimistic isn’t it? I take you for a more wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am type.”
“Sometimes. And sometimes I like to take my time and savor every glorious inch of the woman writhing under me.” He took her glass away from her and reached into his pocket. With a grin, he slid twenty dollars down her chest and into her bra. “Dance with me.”
Yes. Her whole body wanted to feel his touch, but she still tried to hold her ground. “Are you counting that as hitting one me?”
“Depends. Are you wet? Be honest. If I think you’re lying, I’ll check.”
She shivered. “Let’s go dance.”
Jason chuckled as he placed her empty glass on the counter and pulled her out among the writhing bodies on the dance floor. His eyes were dark and intense and he pulled her against his chest and wrapped his arms around her waist. She didn’t even hesitate as she looped her arms around his neck and moved with the music. She’d never danced at a club before, but as it turned out, skill wasn’t necessary. There were so many people that she was pretty much mashed against him anyway.
Right against his erection.
She gasped, and he smiled, knowing exactly what she was feeling.
