Big Baller: Bad Boy Sports Romance

by Abbi Hemp

  “Turn around,” he said then pulled it out.

  I did as he obeyed, spreading my legs and scooting back on the bed. He crawled toward me. The only thing I concentrated on was the cock about to pierce me again. When he slid it in slowly, I wrapped my legs around him, trying to get him to fuck me even deeper.

  “Faster,” I said, breathing quickly.

  As he increased the speed of his thrusting, I ran my hands over his bulging biceps, amazed at his raw power. He stared into my eyes as he plunged deep. The look on his face would never be wiped from my memory – not with the pleasure rocking my body.

  He slowed down, moving his hips and changing the angle of entry ever so slightly. As a result, I felt waves of ecstasy wash over me repeatedly. The scent of his cologne mingled with our sex, intensifying the moment, forever locking it into my memory-bank.

  I watched as his face scrunched up in beautiful agony.

  “Yes, baby. Come for me,” I cooed, scratching his back with my fingernails.

  With a loud grunt, he thrust his throbbing cock deep inside my quivering pussy. He screamed out, thrusting in and out a few more times. My own orgasm radiated from my clitoris to the rest of my body. I never wanted him to pull out. We were so meant for each other.

  After pulling it out, he collapsed on the bed next to me. I rolled over and put my arm over his rock hard stomach while resting my head on his equally rugged chest. He made me feel so safe. My problems would all come rushing back, but in that moment of our glorious afterglow, I had no desires.

  He completed me in a way I found difficult to describe with words.

  “That was amazing,” I said then sighed.

  “Don’t sound so sad.”

  “I’m not sad, it’s just work…”

  “Uh oh,” he said. “You’re writing an expose on me, aren’t you?”

  I sat up, terrified.

  “How do you know?”

  “I was joking.” He sat up, staring at me. “Are you?”

  I slowly shook my head.

  He got out of bed.

  “Don’t ruin this,” I said.

  “Ruin what? You sleeping with me for a story?”

  “It’s not like that. Come back to bed. Please?”

  He took a deep breath, staring at me as I kneeled on the bed while facing him.

  “Dammit, you’re special, Andrea. Don’t you get that?”

  I stood and walked over to him.

  “I do. Really. I’m going to tell my boss I won’t do a hit piece on you.”

  “Are they even allowed to do that to me?”

  “The media can do anything these days.”

  After putting my arm around his waist, he calmed down. We spent the rest of the weekend exploring our bodies and getting to know each other better. The whole time we were there, we stayed in the luxury cabin. I never wanted the weekend to end, but Monday invariably rolled around.

  TEN

  Andrea

  Back at the office Monday morning, I went to see Scott, the sports editor and my boss. As usual, he frowned in dissatisfaction as I approached. When I reached his desk, I stopped.

  “We need to talk.”

  “Do we, though?” he asked.

  One of the other male sports reporters laughed nearby.

  “Yes, we do. Can we go somewhere private?”

  “Nope. I’m busy. If you want to say something, you can do it here in front of the rest of the department.”

  I sighed, hating him even more.

  “It’s this story you got me working on.”

  “What about it? Have you gained his confidence yet? That puff-piece you did on him should have helped.”

  “That’s it,” I said. “I’ve had second thoughts, and I don’t want to run a negative story on him. He’s actually not a bad guy.”

  Scott laughed as he shook his head.

  “You’re kidding, right? You do realize I’m your boss. If I tell you to do a story on this asshole, you’re expected to deliver what I want.”

  “It’s not right,” I said. “He’s not a bad guy. Why do you want to do a negative story on him?”

  “I seem to remember that it was your idea. Remember when you were trying to get out of trouble for not getting the easy story everyone else in town got the day he was suspended?”

  “Yeah, but I didn’t know him then.”

  “And you think you know him now?”

  I nodded.

  “Yeah, I do.”

  “Here’s the deal, sweetie. If you don’t do the story I want, I’m going to fire you.”

  “You can’t do that!”

  “I can, and I will,” he said sternly.

  A football sailed through the air, almost hitting me. While I wanted to scream, really go off on him, I knew it wouldn’t help my situation.

  “Fine,” I said.

  “And no more dallying around. I want it on my computer by the end of the week.”

  “Sure thing,” I said as I walked away.

  The male reporters, interns and page designers laughed as I walked away, trying to decide what to do next. Did I really have to listen to Scott and burn the man whom I might love? No answers came as I returned to my desk to think it through.

  ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

  Later that afternoon, I meandered to the IT department to find Kenneth. While he wasn’t the best person to talk with about the situation, I thought it would be good if another employee knew how Scott was treating me in the department without making an official complaint.

  The corporation who ran the newspaper said employees would not be retaliated against if they complained about superiors, but that wasn’t how it really worked. I hoped Kenneth would give it to me straight, possibly even helping me.

  He stared up at me from behind a computer monitor as I walked into the room where he and three other geeks worked. I smiled and lifted a hand into the air.

  “You have a few minutes to talk?” I asked in my sweetest voice.

  “Sure,” he said, standing up. “Let’s go to the breakroom.”

  “You’re not going to talk to your girlfriend here, Kenny?” one of the other guys said.

  All of them laughed at him as he walked over.

  “Let’s go. What’s up?”

  “It’s not super important,” I said as we walked down a hallway to the breakroom on his floor.

  “Still, those assholes don’t need to know. I didn’t tell them you were me…you know.”

  “I know,” I said, feeling nothing but pity for him.

  We stopped at the end of the hall. He stepped aside, letting me walk into a square-shaped room with three round table with four chairs around each one. Luckily, the room was empty. I sat down. He took a seat across from me, leaning his bare elbows on the table.

  “How can I help?”

  “It’s nothing really. Scott is giving me trouble.”

  “Is he touching you inappropriately?” he asked.

  “What? Eww. No.”

  “Oh…”

  He sounded disappointed almost.

  “He’s asking me to write a negative story on Tony Carlotti.”

  “Who is he?”

  “Are you serious? He’s one of the best football players this city has had in a long time. He recently got suspended.”

  “Yeah, I’ve not heard of him.”

  “Anyway, he’s a good guy, but Scott is insisting I write something negative on him.”

  “That’s a tough one,” he said, stroking his clean-shaven chin. “My advice would be to just do it. Your career isn’t worth one stupid jock.”

  I frowned.

  “He’s not a stupid jock.”

  “Well, he’s a jock, and as a group, they’re not usually too smart.”

  “You don’t have to be rude,” I said, scooting my chair back. “This was a bad idea.”

  “No, wait…”

  I stood up and stared down at him with my arms crossed over my breasts.

  “What?”

 
“I’m telling you, this guy doesn’t sound like he’s worth it.”

  “He is worth it,” I said, surprising myself.

  “Well…”

  “Thanks, Kenneth,” I interrupted. “I need to get going.”

  “Sure,” he said, looking up at me with the saddest puppy-dog face.

  I waved then turned and left the breakroom. On my way to the elevator, I thought about Tony. Was he worth making waves at work? It wasn’t right for Scott to ask me to be biased, but he had many years of seniority over me.

  Ugh. Why does my life have to be so complicated? Why did I have to sleep with him?

  ELEVEN

  Tony

  The worst thing about sleeping with Andrea? I still was not able to get her out of my mind. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, but it sure as hell confused me, especially with my suspension. I never realized how much the actual games helped me keep it together until they were taken away.

  I decided to go see Coach Tom and ask if he would pull some strings to get me back in the game before the playoffs. When I got to his office at the stadium, he frowned as I walked in. This set a bad tone for the rest of the meeting, but I had to carry forward.

  “What are you doing here?” he asked, his worn baseball cap pulled down tightly on his bald head.

  “Is that the way to greet your stay player?”

  I sat down across from his desk, my hands resting on my legs. He stared at me, shaking his head.

  “You’re my biggest pain in the ass player. The league is wanting me to make an example out of you.”

  “I didn’t hit a woman or anything, Coach. It was just a friendly fight between teammates.”

  “That’s just it, Tony. Teammates aren’t supposed to be fighting. The fact you did it in public during a game makes it even worse. You don’t even see what you did wrong, do you?”

  “I do,” I said. “That’s why I’m here. I need to get back in the game. It’s not even about the money.”

  “You’re lucky the fines weren’t even higher.”

  “I’m damn lucky, Coach. You know how hard I work.”

  “I can’t help you this time, Tony. You need to learn how to control your anger.”

  “Fuck,” I muttered, clenching my fists as rage raced through me.

  “See? That’s exactly what I’m talking about. You’re a grown man. Why do you feel the need to throw a tantrum when things don’t go your way?”

  “The team needs me, Coach.”

  “They do, but I can’t help you this time.”

  I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself.

  “Anything else? I need to get back to work.”

  “You and me both,” I said as I stood up.

  “Watch that attitude, Tony. It’s going to get you in even deeper trouble one of these days.”

  “Thanks for the advice, Coach.” I raised a hand in the air. “I’ll see you around.”

  “Hopefully,” he said.

  Instead of leaving right away, I went to talk to James, who worked as a security guard for the stadium after hours. I found him in his office down the hall from Coach Tom. He looked up from his desk as I knocked on the open door.

  “If it ain’t the devil’s son himself,” he said with a smile.

  I walked in and glanced around.

  “Don’t you ever do any work in here?”

  “I do more than my fair share,” he said. “And I don’t get suspended either.”

  “Funny man.”

  “What the hell you thinking, anyway?”

  He shook his head while stroking his long, white beard which contrasted with his dark skin.

  “I wasn’t thinking.”

  “Damn straight you weren’t. It’s a shame you’re wasting your talent.”

  “I need a favor,” I said, changing the subject.

  “Here we go. What hussy you trying to impress now?”

  “It’s not like that.”

  “Oh?” He tilted his head to the side as he peered at me. “No?”

  “Well, it’s a woman, but she’s different.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” he said with a chuckle. “I’ve heard you say that before.”

  “It’s true this time.”

  “Uh huh. I expect you’ll want the usual.”

  “Just the dinner. I don’t think we need the skybox.”

  “Good. Last time…”

  “I know,” I interrupted. “I’m sorry. Did you get your apology gift?”

  A smile spread over his face.

  “I did. It’s a beautiful car.”

  “It’s the least I could do,” I said. “You’ve been a good friend.”

  “I don’t know about us being friends, but if you keep scratching my back, I’ll keep scratching yours.”

  “Fair enough. Is tonight okay, then?”

  “You’re not giving me much time, are you?”

  “It’s important, James.”

  “Alright. You don’t need to turn that super-charm on me.”

  I smiled.

  “You’re a good man, James. I can’t thank you enough.”

  He raised a hand and nodded his head at me.

  “The gate will be open at the usual time, and I’ll contact the catering crew to let them know.”

  “The best,” I said, pointing at him then tapping my heart. “I have to go, but…”

  “You don’t need to give me any reasons. Have a good time tonight.”

  “I plan on it. Maybe I’ll introduce you to her.”

  “We’ll see how long this one sticks around.”

  “That was the old me. I’m a new man.”

  “Uh huh,” he said as if he weren’t impressed in the least.

  “See you later, James.”

  After a last wave, I left his office and returned to the parking lot. The cold winter air wasn’t enough to chill my mood. Instead of calling Andrea, I decided to stop by the newspaper office, thinking it might be fun to see where she worked.

  The energy coursing through my body made me stomp down on the gas pedal as soon as I jumped on the freeway to get across the city. I loved the feeling of power and control I had when driving the Maserati. Jumped up on adrenaline and excitement, I pushed the car a bit faster.

  When Andrea popped into my thoughts suddenly, I remembered her freaking out about me driving so fast. Without even thinking about it too much, I let off the gas and slowed down just in time. A huge land-cruiser Cadillac from the late 20th century swerved into the left lane.

  If I had not slowed down, I would have slammed into the back of the vehicle. Unable to wait any longer, I tapped the touchscreen in my dash a few times and called Andrea on her call phone. She answered after the second ring.

  “Hey,” I said into the air.

  “Hey…” she echoed, her voice coming through my speakers.

  “I’m on my way to see you, but I had to call.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. I almost got into an accident, but I remembered you lecturing me about my lead foot, and I slowed down just in time.”

  “Good for you,” she said curtly.

  “Everything okay? You sound down.”

  “It’s nothing.”

  “It doesn’t sound like nothing. What are you doing tonight?”

  “No plans, really. Why?”

  “Come to dinner with me.”

  “I don’t feel like going out in public.”

  “We won’t be in public. It’s at the stadium. I want to treat you to a candlelight dinner on the field.”

  “Because you were almost in an accident? I don’t understand.”

  “I had the idea before I almost wrecked, but avoiding the accident made me think of you.”

  Am I telling her too much? I wondered as I found myself unable to stop talking.

  “I don’t know,” she said. “I’ve got a lot of work to do.”

  “On my story? This can be part of it.”

  She sighed.

  “Okay…”

  “Don’t s
ound too excited,” I said then laughed.

  “When do you want to do this?”

  “How about tonight?”

  “Tonight doesn’t work for me.”

  “Oh…” I said, surprised she was turning me down, something that had never happened before.

  “How about tomorrow night?”

  “That’s great,” I said. “I’ll pick you up around five. That work for you?”

  “Yeah. I have to go, Tony. Good to hear from you.”

  “You too,” I said.

  She ended the call.

  With nothing else to do that day, I drove back to the stadium to let James know I needed my favor the next night. He wouldn’t care, but I thought it better to tell him in person. I respected the hell out of the old timer.

  TWELVE

  Tony

  When I got back to the stadium, I ran into Keith Alderman in the hallway. He stopped and glared at me. Kicking his ass on the field had been worth the suspension – at least I had thought so at the time. I wasn’t so sure anymore.

  “What the fuck you doing here?” he asked.

  “Settle down. I’m not here to kick your ass again.”

  “You did not kick my ass. It was a sucker-punch.”

  “Bullshit,” I said, stepping forward.

  We stood, chest to chest, eyeing each other.

  “I’ll fucking take you out right now. Make a move.”

  As a defensive lineman, he was huge, but I would have no problem taking him down.

  “You make a move,” I said, hoping to claim the self-defense card.

  His bottom lip quivered as I stared into his eyes. The tension in the hall was off the charts. I stepped back, trying to think of Andrea to help control my anger.

  “That’s right, punk. Step the fuck back.”

  I reached my arm back, ready to deck him when the door to the locker room opened. Coach Tom came out scowling.

  “What the hell are you doing back here, Tony?”

  “I forgot something.”

  It wasn’t entirely a lie.

  “Get in back, Keith.”

  I lowered my arm. He gave me one last dirty look then turned and walked away.