Big Baller: Bad Boy Sports Romance

by Abbi Hemp

  “No, please. Let’s just go. What are you doing here?”

  When he turned to face me, I saw his black eye.

  “What happened to you?”

  “It’s a long story, but the bookie is out of my life forever.”

  “But your game! Is your coach going to be upset?”

  “I’ll be fine,” he said.

  Typical man.

  “You don’t look fine.”

  “It’s just a flesh wound.”

  I threw my arms around him, hugging so tight. He bent his head and kissed me, so raw and full of passion. Every single one of my heroes would be based off him, the man I loved.

  “Are you ready for your big game?” I asked.

  “You’re always going to be a journalist, aren’t you?”

  I smiled, loving him even more.

  “Maybe. As long as your answers are honest, I don’t care.”

  “We’re going to make it,” he said.

  “Oh? Are you planning on moving back in?”

  “Soon. After the big game. Well, games if I win the playoffs for them. The championship game is going to be tough no matter who wins.”

  “You can do it,” I said. “I believe in you.”

  “And I believe in you. I’m going to read the rest of your novel.”

  “You’ll have to give me a call if you get too excited,” I teased.

  “Believe me, you’ll be the first and only woman I call.”

  We kissed again before parting ways. I marveled at him coming out of nowhere to save me. It mirrored our whole relationship, starting with the moment I’d walked into the locker room and saw him naked. How could I have known then what would happen?

  All that mattered to me was that we had met and fallen in love. Once he won the championship game, we would be able to move in together. Maybe we would get our own house, a new one. The possibilities were endless. Life was working out … finally.

  THIRTY-NINE

  Tony

  The final game of the season. Our team made it all the way to the end. My body still hurt from beating down Big John, but knowing he would not mess with me or Andrea was worth the temporary pain.

  I blocked the rest of the world out of my mind and played better than I had ever before, even though I’d missed so many games that season. My teammates backed me up, making us a formidable force.

  On the field, I dominated the first half. In the locker room, I gave a speech to pump up the others. By the time we got back to the game, we were fierce Viking warriors not just football players.

  The opposing team, the San Francisco Lightning, were a good team, but we were tougher, meaner, faster, stronger and more dedicated to winning the championship game.

  Our team hadn’t won one in three decades, which made the victory all that much sweeter as it rushed toward us. The clock ran down quickly in the Third Quarter. By the Fourth, I was in the zone.

  Every pass I threw ended in a completion and yards gained, not to mention the touchdowns. As I tribute to her first novel, which she had decided to self-publish, I wanted to score as many as possible.

  She had gotten me back on a true and righteous path through life. Thanks to her, my life had changed for the better. In the final three minutes of the game, we rallied all the way to their end zone.

  Huddled around, I decided to take a chance and go for the touchdown rather than a simple field goal. A field goal would be the easiest and tie up the score, but I wanted to win the right way.

  The roar of the crowd in the stadium fueled me as I stood behind the defensive line. I crouched down and gave the call. As the ball hit my hands, I stood and scanned the field.

  Feeling blessed, I let loose to Rodriguez who had made it past the line. Come on, come on! I watched as the perfect pass spiraled through the air toward him. He caught it perfectly. The winning touchdown and our first championship in decades. The crowd went wild. I spun around, soaking it all in.

  What mattered most was knowing Andrea was in a private luxury box watching. I glanced in her direction, wondering if she was watching me that exact moment. In my locker, I had the ring. Later that night, I planned on proposing to her in my own special way.

  My teammates hit me on the back and ass as they passed, all of us going crazy, enjoying the ecstasy of winning the biggest football game of the entire year. I would get my championship ring, making me one of the youngest players to ever get one.

  Despite all the glory of the game, my mind kept returning to Andrea. She had captured my heart. That night, I would take her in a hotel room then propose to her downstairs. I smiled so long and hard, my damn cheeks hurt. I waved to the fans as I walked off the field.

  ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

  Later that evening, I stood next to Andrea in the Presidential Suite at the finest hotel in Downtown Denver. She held up her full champagne flute.

  “To winners.”

  “To winning at love,” I said.

  We drank the glasses down then set them down on the mini-bar in the room. I hugged her, unable to keep my hands off her another moment. As I undressed her, she did the same for me. Every muscle in my body ached, but I didn’t want to wait to be inside her again.

  Naked, we moved to the bed across the room. Side by side on the mattress, we continued kissing, touching, and working toward a better climax for both of us. While we made out, I kept thinking about asking her to marry me. The secret thought made each touch and kiss so much better.

  Her fingers wrapped around my Ugly Anthony. They barely fit around my cock when it was hard. I put my hand between her legs, brushing my fingers against her pussy lips already so wet. My tongue slid into her mouth urgently as she stroked me. I grew harder in her hand.

  “How do you want me?” she asked, staring into my eyes.

  “Forever.”

  She giggled.

  “I’m not familiar with that position.”

  “It’s not a position, silly. It’s how long I want you.”

  Our mouths merged together again. Neither time nor space mattered with her in my presence. The present moment spilled out, lavishing us with lust, trust and a whole lotta love. I moaned as she pushed me over on my back then climbed on top of me.

  I stared up at her face between her breasts, those perfect orbs of flesh. She rubbed her pussy against my cock. While it felt good, I wanted to be inside her, feel the pink wet walls grip me perfectly. She fulfilled my wish a moment later, sliding down on my thick, hard dick.

  She leaned forward, her breasts hanging down, and rode me as if she truly loved me with all her soul. All my memories of her flashed through my mind. In that moment in time, I realized she would be by my side for the rest of my life. No matter what happened, we would have each other.

  Her pussy fit my cock like they had been made at the same time, were somehow always meant to be together like two pieces of a puzzle. She leaned further down, nuzzling her cheek against mine while whispering dirty phrases and words into my ear.

  “Fuck with your hard cock. Deep. Fast.”

  I grabbed her ass cheeks and pushed up and into her even deeper each time she came down. We found the perfect rhythm, giving us just enough friction and action to feel good but not so much we came right away. Time to build made everything so much better, especially sex.

  As her hard nipples rubbed against my chest, I squeezed those perfect ass cheeks, loving the way she felt, the way she made me feel. Time may have passed, but I became lost in the primal intensity of the present moment. Her pussy sliding over my cock, taking it all into her.

  She sat up, pinching her nipples as she continued to ride me rough and fast. I put my palm on her stomach and twiddled her clit with my thumb as she rode me. This drove her wild, causing her to scream out in pleasure.

  “I’m coming,” she said.

  Fuck! No condom! I thought at the exact same time she came, her face contorted and her eyes closed. Both of us had forgotten. I smiled as I realized it didn’t matter. Eventually, she would have my
children. Maybe I would get lucky early.

  She slowed down but continued bouncing up and down on my dick. I grabbed those breasts and squeezed as I felt myself ready to come.

  “Come inside me, baby.”

  Knowing she knew we had forgotten the condom, I grunted as my cock came, shooting my hot, sticky seed deep inside her. She leaned forward again, her breasts pressed against my chest, her face a few inches from mine. We kissed as my body shook, shooting the last of my semen inside her.

  “Oh, baby,” she said. “It truly does keep getting better.”

  “Let’s go down to the pool,” I said, not wanting to wait any longer.

  “What? Why?”

  She tilted her head to the side slightly.

  “I want to see you dive again.”

  “Tonight? Right now?”

  I nodded.

  “Why not?”

  “Well, we just did it, and I’m tired, and…”

  “Come on,” I said. “Just one dive. It will be refreshing.”

  “Okay,” she relented. “You’re acting so weird.”

  “I’m just happy.”

  ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

  I bobbed up and down in the water, looking up as she stood on the end of the diving board. She looked marvelous, but I loved her mind even more.

  “Dive!” I shouted.

  She smiled then executed a perfect jump off the diving board, hitting the water with a slight splash. I pulled the ring out of my swim trunks pocket as she swam to the surface.

  I swam over where she came up.

  “There? Are you happy now, crazy man?”

  “Not yet,” I said. “Would you make me the happiest man on the planet tonight and agree to be my wife?”

  A smile spread across her face as she threw her arms over my shoulders as we treaded water in front of each other.

  “I’ll need a verbal answer,” I said.

  “Yes, silly. Yes!”

  She kissed me then swam away to the edge of the pool. I followed. Both of us got out, the smell of chlorine thick in the air. I dropped to one knee and held out the ring.

  The rest of the world faded away as she held out her hand. I slipped the ring on her finger then stood to kiss her again, our wet, naked bodies pressed against each other.

  “After everything we’ve been through, I saw we take a pre-wedding honeymoon this summer.”

  “I can finish my novel anywhere,” she said. “And I’d go anywhere with you.”

  “Anywhere it is, then.”

  We kissed again. Her saying yes beat the feeling of winning a championship game by far.

  FORTY

  Tony

  Fifteen Months Later

  Her first romance novel, Touchdown, broke into the top thousand books on Amazon. The next one did even better. A year later, she had released a half-dozen books. Hanky Panky, the latest, had broken into the top hundred. I was sure she loved interacting with the readers more than the money.

  At least she was happy. As for me, I stayed on the team. My comeback year was the biggest of my entire career. I scored more points, won more games, and got into less trouble than any other professional player in the entire country. Even better, I still hadn’t placed a single bet on anything.

  I looked across the patio as she laid in a lawn chair. Her bulging belly made me smile. Six months after our wedding, she told me she was pregnant with twins. The news made me feel better than if I had won thirty of more championship games in a row. Nothing compared to fatherhood.

  She looked up and noticed me watching.

  “What?”

  “Are they here yet?” I teased.

  For the last six months, I’d been asking her if it was time. To my surprise, she nodded her head. I sat up, trying not to panic.

  “You’re sure? Oh, shit. Where’s the bag. Do you have the bag? The bag is in the car, right? I forgot to get gas. There’s only a half-tank, we’re not going to make it.”

  She smiled up at me.

  “Calm down. Breathe deeply.”

  “Shit. I’m freaking out. You should be the one freaking out, right? Should we both freak out?”

  “Let’s go with neither,” she said and held out her arm. “Help me up?”

  “Sure. Yeah. I got this.”

  I helped her to her feet. Five minutes later, she had waddled to the Escalade parked in the driveway. After getting her in the front seat, I ran around the front to slide in behind the steering wheel.

  “Keys,” I said, patting my pockets. “Where are the keys?”

  “Here, baby.”

  I turned and saw them dangling from between her fingers.

  “You’re awesome,” I said.

  “Remember to breath. Wait. Aren’t you supposed to be telling me that?”

  “You’re calm. That’s good. We’ll make it.”

  My sentence construction skills were limited as I started up the SUV and carefully backed out of the driveway of our shared home.

  “You’ll need to drive a bit faster,” she said. “The contractions are getting closer together.”

  “Yeah,” I said, trying to process all the information coming at me.

  She placed her hand on thigh and squeezed. Instantly, I calmed down. We’re going to do this, I thought to myself, taking a deep breath.

  “We still don’t have names,” she said, her breathing a bit more labored.

  “Are you okay?” I asked, glancing over at her.

  “Keep your eyes on the road. I’m fine. This isn’t easy on me.”

  I made it to the hospital in record time. After pulling up to the emergency room entrance, I parked and jumped out of the car. She struggled to get out.

  “Here,” I said, grabbing a wheelchair.

  She sat down. I wheeled her toward the entrance.

  “You can’t park there,” a security guard said.

  “She’s going into labor. Tow it if you have to tow it.”

  “Hey, aren’t you Tony Carlotti?”

  “Yeah, he is, and I’m his wife who’s in labor.”

  “Go in, go in,” the guard said. “I’ll watch your Escalade.”

  “Thanks, man,” I said.

  “No, thank you for two championships in a row. You the shit, man.”

  I smiled.

  “Thanks. We have to go.”

  “Yeah, yeah, go, go,” he said.

  I wheeled Andrea further inside. She lost her cool, her breathing increasing as we neared the elevators.

  “You need to hurry up, Tony. This is happening now. There’s two human beings about to pop out of me. Move!”

  I smashed the up button of the elevator and waited, tapping my foot and rolling her forward and back slightly.

  “You got this, baby,” I said. “Remember the breathing.”

  “I’m breathing. I need the drugs, and I need them now!”

  The elevator doors slid open. I pushed her in and pressed the button for the fifth floor, the maternity ward.

  “Fuck. I forgot to hit the It’s Happening button on the app to let them know we’re coming.”

  “Hit it now,” she said.

  I grabbed my phone and tapped the stork icon.

  “There. That was simple.”

  “Hurry!” she screamed again.

  “We’re almost…”

  A bell dinged and the doors slid open. I pushed her out into a hallway, looking to the left and right for a nurse’s station. When I saw one, I rushed over.

  “She’s having her baby,” I said.

  “We just got your notification,” a nurse said, walking around her desk. “Let’s get her into a room and prepped. The doctor will be here shortly.”

  “I need the drugs!” she yelled again.

  “We got this,” I said to her while squeezing her shoulder.

  “Drugs,” she said simply.

  The nurse opened a door. I wheeled Andrea in. A few minutes later, she was on the bed, drugs hitting her bloodstream to help with the immense pain. I stood by
her side. She squeezed my hand tightly, but I didn’t care as the doctor came into the room.

  “You need a mask on,” he said, nodding his head toward me.

  “Oh, yeah,” I said, looking around the room.

  I wasn’t about to wrestle my hand from Andrea’s grasp.

  “Here you go,” a nurse said as she handed me one.

  I managed to get it on with one hand as the doctor did his job. Most of the time, I kept my attention on Andrea’s face. Even in the pain of labor, she looked beautiful to me. Or maybe her beauty came from the fact she was about to become the mother of my first two children.

  She grunted, breathing heavily, and squeezed my hand even tighter.

  “We got this,” I said. “Breath.”

  “There’s no we in childbirth!” she said loudly between breaths.

  “Push,” the doctor said. “Concentrate.”

  The miracle of birth unfolded in front of me. It was truly the most miraculous sight ever. Nothing compared to the emotions running through my mind as not one but two baby boys were delivered. They were both healthy if not a bit small. I loved them all the same.

  ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

  An hour later, as Andrea held both our baby boys, I smiled down at her.

  “We still need to come up with names.”

  “We are not going to call either of them Touchdown.”

  “Hey, I was just joking,” I said. “Okay, not really, but I understand. It would suck if Touchdown grew up to hate sports.”

  “So…I was thinking something simple and traditional, like Samuel and Timothy, Sam and Tim.”

  I glanced down at them, so sweet, fresh and innocent.

  “That works for me,” I said.

  “You sure?”

  “Yeah. They have a nice ring to them.”

  “I love you, Tony.”

  As I stared down at her smiling face, so full of joy, I knew words were meaningless, but I said them anyway.

  “I love you, Andrea, and our whole family.”