“You’re the first. I have only kissed someone before. I didn’t feel this way…I’ve never felt this way about anyone in my life.”
“I’m honored,” Brent whispered before he moved closer and inhaled her sweet scent. Her release from earlier was still there, and he pressed his mouth against her to taste it as she grabbed onto his hair and rocked forward. Her pussy was wet and welcoming, and Brent licked and sucked, finally drawing her clit into his mouth as she moved against him and moaned his name. Riley came with a low scream as he drank her all in and spread her legs wide apart to slip his tongue inside of her.
He’d gone down on many women, but it was always just a step towards getting inside of them. This time, Brent felt Riley coming and grabbing his hair, and he didn’t care if he got inside of her at all at that moment. He just needed to be close to her.
Riley laughed as he looked up at her and rested his chin on her flat stomach. “You’re perfect,” he told her, as he looked up her flawless pale skin and paused on her small breasts with the dark pink nipples.
“You’ve seen a lot of women,” Riley said, and he nodded. “Am I better?”
“Better? You’re everything to me,” Brent told her, as she narrowed her eyes. “That, my past…it was escaping. You know about my mom, and then Lilith, and I just ran and ran. I ran into the arms of alcohol and drugs and yes, women and sex.” Brent had had a fiancée when he was twenty-four who had died in a car accident a month after the proposal and had lost his mother to cancer when he was just twelve. “Hell, looking back, I think Lil was just a way to cope. She never felt like you do in my arms.” He stared into her eyes.
“I want you. I want you to be my first everything,” Riley told him, and he licked his lips before he moved over her to kiss her. She ate her taste off of his lips, and he pressed his hard cock against her thigh as he took a deep breath.
“You can’t take this back, Ri.” She nodded and kissed him again. Brent had a few condoms on him as an old habit, but he’d never expected to end up here with Riley.
“I know.” Brent kissed her until she was breathless before he pulled away and unbuttoned his jeans. He slipped them off, and as his cock sprung free her eyes widened. “How is that going to fit?”
“Perfectly,” Brent told her, and he smiled. “I have condoms with me, but I have always been careful. I’ve been tested on the regular, and I can be again for you if that’s what you want. I’d take it all back if I could.”
“I know that you couldn’t hurt me. You’ve always been protective of me,” Riley told him, and he nodded as he knew she was right. “Use them now and we’ll see from here. I’ve never been on birth control.”
“We’ll fix that.” Brent leaned in to kiss her as he gripped the foil in his hands and memorized the moment. He memorized the way her lips tasted and the way her body arched to meet his. Brent felt her wrap around his finger as he slipped it inside of her and the way that she moaned as she leaned her head back. She was so ready for him, and he stared into her eyes as he felt her tighten around him.
Brent spread her legs and covered himself with the condom before he slipped just hit tip inside of her warmth. Riley was shaking as she looked at him and he leaned down to kiss her as he slid deeper inside. “Why did you wait for this?” Brent asked her, as he pulled back.
“I’ve always had a crush on you, Brent. I dated but I just never felt anything for them. I have always loved you,” Riley told him, as she winced and froze beneath him. “Oh God. Keep going.” He did, against his will, and buried himself inside of her, then stilled for a moment. She loved him and here he was taking her innocence away when he didn’t know what he felt. “Brent, I want you. Make love to me.”
He pulled back and did just that as she clung to him, and Brent knew that he loved her as he felt her open and take all of him. Their bodies rocked together, and he felt her release just before his own, one that he felt in every nerve ending in his body. Brent cried out her name as he moved inside of her and kissed her lips, and he dropped on the mattress beside of her as he took a deep breath. “Fucking hell. That felt like nothing I’ve ever experienced,” he told her, and she laughed.
“I can agree.” Brent looked at her. “I want to do it over and over.”
“Not right now,” Brent told her, and he watched her move closer and kiss him. “I love you, Riley. I want this to be real, and I always did from the moment I saw you in that hotel room. The problem is that Dec and Kenzie might not be so into the idea and kill me.”
“They won’t,” Riley assured him. He held her close and breathed her in.
They ordered room service and slept in until nine before they caught a cab back to the bus. Riley looked at the bus and held his hand as she gave him a determined look. They’d made love as many times as she could handle it and he just wanted to sleep with her in a bunk for the rest of the day.
The door opened and her brother and sister stepped out. Brent took a deep breath. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Kenzie asked. Riley narrowed her eyes.
“No cameras. No people. This is real to us,” Brent told her. Declan shook his head.
“Brent, you’re not good enough for my sister,” Kenzie said.
“I am better because of her. I just didn’t know that what I needed had always been around,” he said. He looked at Riley with a smile. “I love her, you guys. I am going to give her the best life that I can.”
“I love him too. You know that, Dec.” Riley said.
“I thought you were over that, but I suppose this would’ve happened without my help,” Declan said. He smiled. “Take care of her.”
They decided to continue the tour as planned, only Riley slept in his arms every night. When he wasn’t doing stuff with the band, Brent was with her, whether they were alone or with a group. Alone was tricky, but he taught her about tour sex in a bunk every chance that he had.
Epilogue
The media confirmed them as a couple two months later when Riley was moving into Brent’s apartment, much to Declan’s dismay. She registered for school and Brent took her to take care of the finances. She held his hand and blushed as the other students stared at him. He signed a few autographs and posed for some pictures while she chose her classes, and she could barely keep her eyes off of him. “I love you, Brent.”
“I love you, Ri. All set?” he asked, and she nodded. “Let’s celebrate with lunch.”
“You spoil me too much, baby,” Riley murmured, as he leaned in for a long kiss.
“I always will.”
They headed to his car and lunch, their hands interlocked tightly.
Brent realized that hitting rock bottom had saved him, and he squeezed Riley’s hand as he looked down at her. He’d never take her for granted, and he thanked her every day for what she’d given him.
Riley just reminded him that she always loved him.
*****
THE END
Hit by the Football Player
Description
An inexperienced nerdy girl PLUS a bad boy football player PLUS an indecent payment proposal!
Margie Wilson is happy being a nerd. It means she always tops her class and is headed towards a high-paying job. Now that college is nearing its end, her life is turning out as she planned it. What she hadn’t planned on, however, was Lance Healy.
Dreamy eyed Lance Healy is known around campus as the bad boy. He is a football star on the college team, flexes his muscles as often as he breathes and has more women throwing themselves at him than Margie even knew existed. Lance needs her help, though. He isn’t prepared for the upcoming tests that’ll decide whether he gets to keep his sports scholarship or gets chucked out of college and loses his shot at making National League.
Margie agrees to tutor him. Who wouldn’t? She never thought she’d ever meet him face-to-face, let alone spend so much time so close to him.
Lance, however, seems to believe in give and take. He owes Margie a favor now and believes she deserves paymen
t. There is only one way he knows to repay favors to girls, but Margie has never gone that far with anybody before. It’s certainly not what she signed up for. But how can she resist Lance Healy? Especially when she doesn’t know his plans.
Chapter One
Margie was the last one in the library again, for the third evening in a row. She looked around her and saw Mrs. Brown, the librarian, glaring at her from over the top of her small, square spectacles. Margie mouthed the word ‘sorry’, then quickly collected all the books from the table and deposited them into her backpack before standing up. She knew she was going to ace the exam, but she had nothing else to do.
“I promise I’ll keep an eye on the clock tomorrow,” Margie said, with the widest smile she could manage, as she headed out past Mrs. Brown.
The corridors of the building were all empty as Margie walked down towards the large front doors. She could hear the rubber soles of her canvas shoes squeak as she walked. Dinner was on her mind, although she hadn’t even realized she was hungry until now.
Her hands were on the door when it was suddenly pushed towards her, and she felt a tall, hard body slam into her. Margie’s backpack, which she was carrying on one shoulder, went flying and she felt a rough thud as her back hit the wall.
“Oh, shit!” She heard a voice as she blinked her eyes open.
“Are you okay? Shit, shit.” The voice continued. Rough hands pulled her back up and her eyes finally adjusted to normal vision. Her own hands were placed on Lance Healy’s chest. She had unknowingly placed them there for support, but now she pulled them away in fright.
“Hey. Are you okay?” he asked her again, and Margie managed to nod this time. She watched tongue-tied as he bent forward to pick up her bag from the floor and then stretched out his arm towards her. She noticed the way the muscles on his arms, peeping out from underneath the cotton half-sleeves of his T-shirt, flexed. She had never seen him this close before.
“Is the library still open?” he asked, seemingly unaware of the physical effect he had on Margie. She couldn’t find her voice, her throat had closed up. She shook her head while watching him, studying him closely so she could embed that image of him in her brain. The sharp clean jaw, thick pink lips, the way his chocolate-brown hair fell over his forehead and eyelashes.
“Aw, damn!” Lance cursed some more, his hands flying to his hair. He was running his fingers through it and Margie could feel herself going weak in the knees.
“Why? What do you need?” she heard herself ask, surprising even herself by the sudden voice she had found. Lance looked at her, his large green eyes focusing on her face as he spoke.
“I needed some books for a test. I’m so not prepared for it.” He dug his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
“The economics test coming up next week?” Margie asked, in a low squeaky voice, tucking strands of hair behind her ear. She couldn’t look at him directly; her gaze kept falling to the ground.
“Yeah, exactly. Are you in my class?” Lance’s eyes lit up and Margie blushed. She was instantly embarrassed by the fact that he didn’t even know she existed. She nodded nonetheless and he stretched out his hand again.
“Lance,” he said, with a grin that showed his straight line of perfectly white teeth.
“Margie,” she said, blushing a bright red. She shook his hand nervously, noticing his grip, which was strong and tight. His hands felt rough and soft at the same time, sending tingles down her spine. She nearly giggled.
“Hi, Margie. I’m such a doofus. I don’t know what I’m going to do for the test.” Lance was grinning still as he shook her hand. He was the one who eventually pulled his hand away. Margie didn’t know when to stop shaking it. She knew she was blushing still.
“I have a few books here with me if you want to borrow them?” She started unzipping her bag and pulling out some of the books, which she already knew by heart. She started handing them over to Lance one at a time. He was laughing.
“You just carry these books around in your backpack all day?” he asked, and Margie blushed again. She wasn’t sure if he was making fun of her or just being friendly. He didn’t sound unfriendly, which was a very strange experience for her. Usually, Lance Healy, when he wasn’t winning football games for the college team, was attending frat parties and missing classes. It was no surprise that he didn't know who she was.
“So, you seem to be well prepared for the test already,” he added, cluelessly looking through the pages of some of the books in his hands. Margie was smiling silently at him, her confidence in looking at him directly growing.
“I’ve been studying for it for a while now,” she said, noticing now the way the thin material of his T-shirt stretched across the vast expanse of his chest. She couldn’t believe she had touched it. Lance Healy’s chest!
“Jeez. I haven’t even started yet. Do you mind if I borrow some of these books?” he asked, and Margie nodded.
“Go ahead. I don’t need them anymore. You can keep them for as long as you like.” She was smiling widely, still in a sort of daze.
“I wouldn’t know where to start. But thanks anyway,” he said, staring blankly at the books in his hands. Margie hesitated before she said anything, looking for the right words. Her fingers kept knotting themselves together, and she could feel her stomach churning. She had to get it right.
“I could help you out if you like. With the tutoring. I mean, I could help you to get started. To study. For the test.” She wasn’t sure what she was saying, or if any of it even made sense. But the look of confusion on Lance’s face gave way to delight. His face lit up again, the same boyish grin returning. How could his face possibly be this perfect?
“That’ll be great, Margie. Are you sure you have the time?” He had a polite, courteous voice and Margie could feel her knees going weak. She had never expected to speak to Lance, let alone for him to speak to her this way. She bit down on her lip and nodded again.
“Of course, yes sure. We can get started whenever you want.” Margie could feel herself bursting to giggle again. She had to take short, quick, deep breaths to calm herself whenever he looked away from her.
“Tomorrow? This looks like I have a lot of catching up to do.” Lance sighed, looking back at the books, but smiled at her nonetheless.
“Cool. We can meet in the library tomorrow at five?” Her mind was racing as she spoke. She couldn’t believe any of this was happening. Whatever the instigation behind him planning on meeting her the next day, there were plans being made! How many girls would kill to be in her position?
“That sounds good to me. Tomorrow at five.” Lance stretched the books back towards her and Margie stared at them, confused.
“Trust me. I won’t be flipping through one page by myself. They’re better left with you. You are responsible for my tutoring now,” he said with a wink, and Margie couldn’t help it anymore. She laughed loudly, a sharp, loud giggle. She couldn’t believe any of it. That he had told her she was responsible for him. That he had winked. That they had plans to meet the next day.
“Wow. You have an interesting laugh,” Lance said and grinned at her again. Margie instantly felt self-conscious at that. She covered her mouth with a hand and used the other to take back the books from him.
“Sorry. Yes, I’ll keep them safe for you,” she said.
“Until tomorrow,” Lance added, and she stared back at him, a little shocked. The information still hadn’t sunk in.
“Bye, Margie,” he said suddenly and interrupted her thoughts. She was dumbfounded again.
“Erm…bye,” she managed to squeak, as Lance began to walk away. He winked at her again, threw her a grin and then pushed open the doors and walked out.
Margie remained standing where she was, blinking at the closed doors in front of her and still clutching the books in her hands. What had just happened? Did she just secure a date with the hottest guy in college? Did he wink at her? Twice?!
She hurriedly put the books back in her bag and ran out of
the building. He wasn’t anywhere in sight. It had started to grow dark, and Margie rushed towards her dorm building.
She’d forgotten about dinner, didn’t care about the fact that she had barely eaten anything that day. She needed some time and space to wrap all of this around her brain.
When she entered her room, her roommate Claire was sitting on her bed painting her toenails.
“Claire! You will not believe what just happened!” Margie flung her backpack on her own bed and sat down with a thump at the end of Claire’s bed.
“What? Did you ace your test? That isn’t a surprise, Margie.” Claire hadn’t looked up at her yet.
“The test isn’t until next week. So, no. Lance Healy wants me to tutor him for the test.” Margie clapped her hands and that was when Claire looked up. Her brows were creased, and she looked confused.
“Lance, like the Lance Healy?” Claire had stopped coating her toenails with polish.
“The one and only. I bumped into him in the library. He needs help with the preparation.” Margie bit down on her lip, the excitement on her face plain to see.
“Are you serious? What was Lance Healy doing in a library? How does he even know where the library is?” Claire tightened the cap on the bottle of polish and set it aside. She didn’t seem to be as excited as Margie was.
“He needed books for the test. Anyway, how crazy is this? I’m meeting him tomorrow at five,” Margie said, and finally Claire smiled.
“So you have, like, a date with Lance Healy?” Claire raised her eyebrows and Margie rolled her eyes.
“Hardly a date, Claire. We’re just going to be discussing economics and I’ll try and help him pass the test.” Margie stood up from the bed and started pacing the floor, her hands behind her back. She couldn’t sit down, but she didn’t want to remain standing. Her heart was still racing.
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