ROMANCE: SPORTS ROMANCE: Tight End (Bad Boy Football Romance) (New Adult Alpha Male Sports Romance)

by Carly White

  “Well I will see what I can find out boss.”

  “Thanks Billy. You have always been such a loyal friend.”

  “You too Lance.” Was there a bit of guilt that he heard?

  “Let me know if you hear anything Billy.”

  “I will.”

  Lance hung up and he couldn’t help but feel the sadness seeping in. He would have never thought that Billy was out to get him, but it was clear that he didn’t know what he thought he did. There were a few moments where he just sat there, trying to figure out what it was that he was going to do, but it was hard. He didn’t want to think about it and he had known Billy too long. It couldn’t just be pushed to the side, but he didn’t feel the same evil thoughts that he would if it was someone else. It wasn’t someone else, it was Billy.

  He decided to make a call and see if Sam would meet up with him. Lance wasn’t expecting Stella to answer and the sound of her voice sidetracked him. “Hello?”

  “Stella, this is Lance.”

  “Lance, it’s good to hear your voice.”

  He paused and it was him that didn’t have anything to say. She was too direct and there was little guile in her plain manner of speak. Lance found it much easier to deal with than Dotty, a person he had never particularly wanted to talk too much. He had always found it more useful to fill her mouth so she couldn’t speak at all.

  “Were you calling to take me out?”

  He wasn’t, but the plan suddenly sounded a lot better than an awkward conversation with her father. “When?”

  “Now. I need to get out of here. Carl is back and I don’t even want to look at him.”

  “Do you want me to come get you?”

  “No, you are still not the favorite person in this house. I will meet you somewhere. Is your girlfriend still at your house?”

  “Dotty is just staying there until she can find another place. She had to leave her last apartment suddenly.”

  “Uh huh, well regardless, I don’t really want to run into her again. I have something I need to tell you and it can’t be over the phone.”

  She sounded serious and Lance wondered what it was about. The bad feeling was back and it was fighting with the feelings of elation to see her again after he couldn’t keep her out of his mind.

  “We can meet where we met last night?”

  Stella kind of chuckled. It was a fairly nice way to word an abduction, but she wasn’t going to argue about it. “Okay that works. See you in a bit.”

  He hung up with mixed emotions, but the most common and strongest of them was anticipation to see her again. What had she done to him to make his mind so muddled and uncaring of anything else going on around him?

  Chapter 8

  Stella was a little nervous, but it had seemed like a perfect time when he called. She had overheard her brother talking on the phone to someone the night before after she got home. He had plans in place and it wasn’t an accident that he had taken the drugs. Carl had known who it was and who would be suspected. What he hadn’t counted on though was Lance being so quick to take her or the fact that his father had essentially fixed the problem. Carl apparently didn’t want it to work out, he didn’t want peace. What he wanted was an empire and he was quickly losing the Black Riders. He had failed too many times and he knew that their father wasn’t going to hand the reins over anytime soon.

  It had been hard for her, to pick one of them. She hadn’t even told her father yet, where her loyalty should have been. Stella had known in some way that it would be better to tell Lance first. She was afraid that she would be too late to tell him and then he had called, it just felt like fate.

  Not paying attention much to her appearance, she left her hair down and grabbed her keys as she was leaving. Stella didn’t see her brother standing there in the kitchen as she left. Nor did she see him before when she was on the phone. It would seem that she was not the only one that was nosy and talked a little too loud on the phone. Her mind had been thinking of the tall man that she wasn’t supposed to be interested in, yet felt compelled to go see. It wasn’t like she had forgotten about Franklin and his gentle ways. It was just that Lance was more thrilling.

  When she got there and he wasn’t there, her heart raced and for a moment, Stella thought that she was too late. Then she heard the familiar sounds of his bike and she felt better. He looked as good as she remembered and Stella smiled at him for a minute before he stopped. Without saying anything she got on behind him, hooking her arms around his waist. “Just go.”

  He did and it was a while before he finally stopped. There was something in the way that she felt when he moved away and got off. She wished that he hadn’t. Stella stayed on the bike. It was on its stand and she had her eyes closed for a minute. “What’s going go Stella?”

  Shaking off the feelings of him against her, he was going right to business and she had to keep up. “Um, yeah.” Sitting up, Stella tried to find the words, but it was hard to when she didn’t want to say them. How was she supposed to tell him all of the bad things that she knew? Stella had only one style and it was blunt, so she just came out with it.

  “My brother and one of your guys are trying to make you and my father destroy each other. After you two are gone, they are going to start their own gang with the pieces, and the business,connections, money.”

  Lance was more than a little surprised to hear all of that from her. He knew that it had taken a lot of guts and something more on her side towards him, for her to tell him. “I know.”

  “You know?”

  “Yeah, it’s Billy, but I didn’t want to believe it. I talked to him earlier and I knew. That is actually why I was calling.”

  Her face fell into a pout. “Oh, I was hoping you did it to see me.” Stella really had wanted to see him, but that he hadn’t even called for her, bummed her out in a way that she was embarrassed to admit. Lance would be right if he thought that there was more to her feelings for him that respect and friendship. She felt almost giddy around him and Lance made her miss her old boyfriend that took what he wanted. She was sick of waiting for a man to make a move.

  “It was a good surprise when you answered. Seeing you has made my day and it was a really bad day to begin with.”

  “Well I do what I can. So what are you going to do about Carl?” Stella may have disliked her brother most of the time, but she still loved him and didn’t want anything to happen to him.

  “I don’t know. I was going to let Sam take care of his side and I will take care of my traitor.”

  She sighed and felt relief. “Good. I know that Carl is a pain, but I don’t want to see anything happen to him. Dad will take care of him.”

  “How?”

  Stella shrugged a little, not saying much more than that. “Well if that is all you wanted, that was all I had to say. I just wanted you to know about it before something bad happened. I just couldn’t let that happen.”

  He walked towards her and tilted her face up towards him. “Were you worried about me?”

  She didn’t like the way he smiled at her with his smug grin. “I just wanted to do the right thing.”

  “So you don’t feel anything for me?”

  Stella bit her lip and wished he would stop talking and just kiss her. It was like he was teasing her, purposefully trying to drive her utterly mad with need. Stella had been dealing with a gentle man for far too long. “Maybe something, but don’t get your chest all puffed out. I have a boyfriend.”

  Lance just shook his head that she didn’t. Moving in to kiss her, Stella mewled softly against him. His lips were soft, but the kiss was demanding. It was what she had been waiting to feel for months, but it was over too quickly when her phone rang.

  “Don’t.”

  “I have to. It could be my dad.”

  Lance growled at her as he stood back up and watched her face change when she saw the number. “It’s Franklin, I have to take it.”

  Lance grabbed her phone and put it down. “You don’t have a b
oyfriend anymore. You’re mine.”

  His words baffled her, but she was not given any time to think about anything else. The phone rang in her hand before she dropped it without paying attention. It was hard to think of anything else when he was kissing her so deeply, her body pulled hard against his own muscled body. Her phone kept ringing though, ruining the moment and Lance eventually pulled away.

  “You need to take care of that, while I take care of your brother. Let’s go back so I can drop you off and talk to your dad.”

  She was disappointed, even though it was her that had mentioned leaving in the first place. Stella wasn’t ready to leave yet, but she refused to beg. She had become accustomed to getting all hot for nothing. Moving back on the bike, Lance waited till she looked back up at him. “We will settle our unfinished business when this is all over Stella. I promise. In the meantime, you need to let your boyfriend go. I am not a man that will share.”

  He got on and didn’t see the red in her face as she grabbed him around the waist. His body seemed to gyrate against her more on the way back and she was almost panting when he finally stopped to let her off. “Have your dad meet me at the park where we were last night, okay?”

  She nodded and waited for a second longer than she should have. Stella wanted another kiss, but Lance was again sidetracked with official business. Listening to the bike going down the road long after he was out of her sight, Stella was looking wistfully at the road. Sam came out and asked who had just left. “A friend dad, just a friend, but we need to talk.”

  “Okay, come on. Your brother took off somewhere and I was just going to make some coffee.”

  Chapter 9

  It had been a week since Lance had first met Stella and he was still finding her on his mind constantly. There had been a couple of days after he talked to Sam, that he was out taking care of Billy and severing ties with the rest of the ones that weren’t loyal. It had been painful to see the end of such a long friendship, but there was no going back from that sort of betrayal.

  He knew that Sam had it worse, the betrayal coming from his own son and he still wasn’t sure what had happened, but Carl hadn’t been seen since they had their little chat. Stella seemed to have tipped him off and it was better that way. Lance didn’t have to explain anything or prove it to him, which he couldn’t. Stella had pathed the way, making it easier on everyone. She had a way about her that made him ever thankful that he had met her in the first place.

  Lance was sick of waiting though and once he knew that everything was copasetic with the suppliers and his once rival Sam was a new business partner, Lance was ready for what was next. Like a checklist, he was finally to the thing on his list that he was looking forward to. Stella was on her way over to his house and since he had demanded she get rid of her boyfriend, Lance had found Dotty a place to stay that wasn’t with him. He didn’t want her to think that she had any competition whatsoever. There was no one but her.

  The knock at the door made him feel slightly nervous inside like he was shaking, but he wasn’t moving at all. Trying to get himself together, it was hard to when he finally saw her. She was wearing something tight and short, her body inviting to his dark eyes. Stella was the one surprised when his lips pressed against hers before she was even in the door. Moaning into his mouth, she wrapped her arms around his neck, needing more than anything his desires for her. Lance made it clear what he wanted and it was exactly what she herself was looking for as well.

  “Are we going to do this right here?”

  Lance felt for a moment that he could, right then and there. He didn’t care if any of the neighbors seen or anyone else for that matter but when his hips pressed against her hard, she stopped him with a hand on his chest. “It would be more comfortable in the house. Don’t you think? Somewhere soft so I don’t hurt my knees.”

  His eyes dashed to her lips as he pulled her in with him. Lance didn’t waste any time in making her more comfortable, walking her into his bedroom and pushing her down onto the bed. She sat up and watched his hands pull his shirt off, her own going to the hard ridges in front of her. Stella stood up to kiss him, but then quickly pushed him away so that she could taste the chest that she couldn’t keep her hands off of. He was covered in scars and tattoos, the colored muscles turning her on to no end.

  Moving down with light kisses down his trembling stomach, his hands moved to help her out, pushing his pants down. Lance had expected to be the one to take her, but she was making him forget who the aggressor was supposed to be.

  As soon as her lips wrapped around him, Lance’s head went back and his eyes closed for a moment. She was not as naïve as her age made him believe and he was quickly watching himself disappear over and over again into her small mouth. Her dark brown eyes looked up at him, watching the expression on his face as he was pushed far too quickly to the limits of his control. “Stop Stella.”

  His hand went to her dark hair, pulling her hungry mouth away as she whined in response. Stella loved the way he tasted in her mouth and the longer she heard him groaning, the wetter she became. Her jaw was sore as he pulled her up and kissed her. Their lips met for a moment before his hands were pulling her dress up and feeling the soaked panties that she wore underneath. “Fuck Stella.”

  She was too ready and he wasn’t able to wait. Thankful that he didn’t have to make her ready as well, he sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her down with him. His member moved in front of her and Stella grabbed it with both hands, rubbing the wetness that seeped out onto his shaft. She was ready for him inside of her and when he lifted her up, setting her down on his hard length, her body molding back against him.

  Lance grabbed her large breasts for something to hold onto as he drove her down hard onto himself. They both gasped with the sudden pleasure. Stella was overwhelmed with the sudden stretching of every inch of her, while she clenched his length to a suffocating tightness that drove him mad. Gritting his teeth, he tried to stop her squeezing the life out of him, but every time he moved, she just seemed to clench harder. She felt like she hadn’t been getting enough or her boyfriend wasn’t near big enough.

  Stella was trying to move on him, but he was just too big. He pulled her legs up and started to move inside of her slowly, his fingers playing with her clit as he speared her from below. She cursed him as he started to move faster.

  Lance watched his member driving into her and coming out wetter and wetter with each pull out. She was whimpering and then crying out his name as he felt a gush of her fluid running down his shaft. Letting her legs fall, he pushed her over until Stella finally braced herself against the floor with her hands, while his length plunged deeper. The new move and extra fluid made his penetration easier and he was soon slamming into her as he desperately needed to. Stella was coming again or still. He wasn’t sure which one.

  The view from above was too much for him and Lance knew that he was about to lose it. Between the screams coming out of her and the heart-shaped ass that shook with each slam inside, Lance was out of control. Pushing in as hard as he could, he filled her with his hot seed, pulling her in closer as he filled her.

  Her body shook as he set her back upon his lap. It pushed him harder against her womb and she was left gasping and squeezing him as hard as she could. Kissing her neck and rubbing the front of her, Lance felt himself getting hard again. As he ground back up into her, her head fell back on his shoulders. He took her slowly for some time until her sounds pushed him into madness once more. She was breathing hard on her back when he finally let her go.

  “So did you get rid of your boyfriend?”

  She looked at him strange for a minute. “After all of that, that is what you are thinking about?”

  “I am thinking that I never want anyone to touch you and do that to you but me.”

  Stella just closed her eyes and shook her head to his jealousy. It was misplaced, but she didn’t want to blow his head up anymore. Stella got the best of both worlds with Lance. She got her hot and demandi
ng lover, as well as the sensitivity that she craved on occasion. There wasn’t anyone else for her and that scared her in a way.

  “You didn’t, did you?”

  “Yes I did. I never really cared about Franklin like that. I tried, but I was just kidding myself to think I ever could want him like that.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like I do for you.”

  “Finally admitting it then?”

  “Maybe a little bit. So what about Dotty?”

  “I told you before, we weren’t together.”

  “So are we?”

  “Definitely.”

  Stella liked the sound of that and lay back on his chest. She felt safe in his strong arms and it was the first time she had felt satisfied in a long time. She had just been waiting for Lance and never even knew it.

  The End

  Hooked

  A Motorcycle Club Romance

  By: Carly White

  Chapter 1: Laney

  My legs were burning, but I had another two miles to go. I hated training and was glad it was only once a year. I was sick of running, but as it was the last day for the week and I knew that if I just got through the next few minutes, it would be okay, if my body didn’t shut down before that.

  Looking at the chalked line on the ground in front of me, I started to feel that resolve of energy. It looked so close, but yet so far away. I could hear the sounds of the footsteps of people behind me, but I tried to focus on my own sounds of my shoes hitting pavement. Focusing on my breathing and then trying to find the last bit of energy I had to finish the relay.

  My legs and arms were starting to get heavy, the finish line further away when I looked back at it. I closed my eyes for just a second and breathed out. Looking down, I tried to block out all of the sounds around me and just listen to my body. I didn’t care if I was first or third, I just wanted to make it.

  Then it was over and it took me a minute to slow down. My legs were so used to pumping that they continued to and it physically hurt to finally slow my pace to a walk. I kept walking so that my muscles didn’t bunch up. It was a lesson I had learned the hard way the first time I had run the grueling course. Other runner sped by me in their own fight to change pace.