THE MAN. THE GAME. THE BABY. (A Knight Brothers Novel) (A Bad Boy Sports Romance)

by London Casey

  “Extra blankets and clothes,” he said. “In case it gets cold.”

  “What?”

  He twisted off the cap to the whiskey and took a big gulp. He smacked his lips together and held the bottle out to me. “We’re having a campout.”

  “No,” I said. “No way in hell, Roman. If this is where you’re staying the night, then I know you’re not in trouble. I’m going home.”

  Roman laughed. “Fine. Go home. Good luck finding the road. Good luck getting a GPS signal out here. Hell, I’d be shocked if you even had cell service. But, yeah, right, go ahead and leave.”

  He laughed again, that stupid jerk asshole, and he walked to the front of his car. He jumped up on the hood and sat there, throwing the bottle back again.

  I made fists, feeling really mad at him for this.

  Yeah, I had packed a bag for myself, just in case I needed a hotel for the night. Yeah, the night was cool and beautiful and the moon perfect. But this wasn’t about romantic ambience. This was about me keeping this cocky athlete out of trouble so I could keep my job.

  I opened my car door and tossed my keys to the seat. I slammed the door shut and caught my breath. The moon was seriously amazing out here. It was definitely a pond we were at. I could see the dark ridges of the banks that made an oddly shaped circle.

  As I approached Roman I knew I had a choice. I could find a way to make this work with barriers. Or I could just throw the whole thing out. Just go with whatever the fuck flow Roman wanted to go with. I had myself convinced it would only be a rough month or two with Roman. Then his football stuff would start back up again and he’d be back at practice with his team and getting ready for the next season.

  I made my decision by the time I got to Roman.

  I stood in front of him and gave him a chance to look at me.

  I took the bottle of whiskey from his hand and took a drink from it.

  “Well, damn,” he said.

  I gave him the bottle back and I wasn’t done yet.

  I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted. My fingers hooked under the bottom of my bra and I lifted again. I flashed Roman, just like I had wanted to do from day one. My boobs just hung there and I waited for his reaction.

  “Well, goddamn,” he said.

  I put my bra and shirt down and sighed.

  There were officially no barriers.

  “I was fifteen when my mother was killed. I was forced to live with my father, who had no intention of being a father. The legal stuff was just… they had a guy and they had proof. But they didn’t have the right proof. I never understood what that meant. The guy was just some asshole looking to stir up trouble. He tried to take my mother’s bag and she ended up falling and hitting her head on a rock. She died. He walked away. I lost everything.”

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Roman said. He reached out and grabbed for my hand. “Wait a goddamn second here, sweetie. You cannot drink my whiskey, show me your tits, and then start this conversation.”

  “Why not? This is what we are, Roman. I’m being paid by you to babysit you. To distract you. Did my boobs distract you?”

  “They did more than distract me, sweetie,” he said.

  He stood from the car and tugged at me, bringing me close to his body. I felt him, hard. Really hard. His erection pressing against his jeans, against me.

  “I know you fucking feel that,” he whispered. “It’s bigger than you could ever imagine.”

  I took a shuddering breath. “Roman… I didn’t ask for any of this.”

  “Of course you didn’t. I didn’t ask for my life either. I was just there. And I made what I could out of it. That’s why you’re here. Trying to make what you can out of it. So you’re right here, right now. Facing me. Showing me those perfect tits of yours.”

  “Perfect?”

  “Fucking perfect,” Roman said. “Those little nipples, pointing right at me. Begging for me… what do you want, sweetie? My fingers to ease over them? Or my tongue? Feel me make little circles, so fucking gently. It makes your toes curl.”

  Jesus Christ, I’m going to come.

  My panties started to tug against me. I was sopping wet.

  “I need another drink,” I said.

  “That’s okay,” Roman said. He moved away from me. “Take as many as you need, sweetie.”

  He lifted one leg up on the car and just stared at me. I eyed him up and down, remembering what a physical specimen he was. Muscle on top of muscle and cuts that were so defined, they had to have been chiseled, right? His left leg was bent and he purposely did it to show me the length of his dick pressing against his jeans.

  I drank more whiskey.

  Then some more.

  It burned. My body burned. My heart burned. My mind burned. Everything burned.

  I knew where I was going and there was no turning back. There was no controlling Roman when he was normal, let alone if his beastly needs caught the scent of my sweet prey smell.

  He reached out with one hand and touched my chin. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll start…” Roman stood and towered over me. His lips touched mine. “… just as long as you finish…”

  His lips kissed me, deeper, harder. I melted into him. I groaned.

  I nodded.

  “Yes,” I whispered. “Fuck… yes…”

  In the blink of an eye, Roman lifted me up, his hands cupping my ass. I was suddenly eye level with him. Those wild bad boy eyes connected to mine.

  Shit.

  He curled his lip. “You are so fucking screwed, sweetie.”

  (Roman)

  She tasted like whiskey and desire.

  I spun her around and put her on the hood of the car. I pressed my body tight to hers and kept kissing her.

  Who the fuck did she think she was? Showing me her tits like that and not expecting me to have her? Fuck… they really were nice, too. Small but not too small. They were so full though. The moonlight had been enough to show me everything.

  And now I was going to take everything from her.

  I kissed from her mouth to her neck. My teeth touched her skin and she jumped, letting out a little whimper.

  “Sweetie, we’re in the middle of nowhere,” I whispered. “Don’t fucking hold back on me. You scream as loud as you need to.”

  My hands touched her soft stomach, sliding her shirt up. I’d already seen her tits, and I’d get them later anyway. Right now, this was about her. Tasting the most delicate sweetness I could find.

  I moved down and kissed just below her belly button. Her stomach fluttered and her back arched.

  My hands opened her jeans.

  “Pink panties,” I said. “How innocent.”

  I looked up at her and she seemed between turned on and terrified.

  Right where I wanted her.

  I touched her hips, my fingers curling around her jeans. One tug and she lifted herself off the car. I stripped her jeans off her body. My hands gently touched her legs, sliding to her inner thighs, and up. I could see a dark pink spot between her legs. Her wetness seeping through her panties.

  That’s what I did to her.

  I fucking had her.

  “Roman,” she purred. “Roman… I have to ask something stupid.”

  I pressed my thumbs against her pussy, over her panties. She was burning hot, the cloth damp. I inched forward and caught the scent of her sweetness. My mouth watered.

  “What?” I said.

  “This car… how much did it cost?”

  Oh, she wants the rich fantasy too?

  “Eighty grand,” I said to her.

  “Holy shit,” she groaned. “Is it okay to be on here?”

  “Oh, sweetie, I’m going to make you come all over my expensive car.”

  With that, I slid my fingers along the middle of her panties, my fingertips easing inside, feeling the soft and heat of her folds. I tugged at her, forcing Willow to lift her hips again. My left hand grabbed the top of her panties and ripped. I was out of patience right then. I craved her an
d demanded her all in the same breath.

  I managed to let her panties get down to just above her knees and that’s when I was done. Completely done. I tore her panties from her body, the cloth tearing like paper. I tossed them to the ground and looked at Willow one last time. Her mouth was open with shock, and we were just getting started together.

  My hands gripped tight to her inner thighs. She jumped and sighed. She was ticklish… and why was that cute to me? I came forward, finally able to feast upon a desire that had been sparked the second I saw her standing on that fucking field in those fucking heels.

  The tip of my tongue darted against her folds, opening her. I moved up, gently curling my tongue. She was tight, really tight. I would definitely need to make sure she was good and wet before I even attempted to get inside her. The nub of her clit waited for me and when I touched her, her ass lifted off the hood of my car.

  My hands quickly went for her hips and I held her down, making sure she wasn’t going to be able to wiggle away from me. She wasn’t going to be afraid of her own body or what I was going to do to her.

  My lips came together against her clit and I suckled against her. Her body started to rock and she let out another whimpering cry. I stayed right there, making the same sucking motion over and over, feeling the tender silkiness of her pussy in my mouth. I pulled all the wetness off her lips only to let her body refill, just for me.

  I parted my lips just enough to let my tongue move forward. Maybe some people would write the alphabet with their tongue. Or write something romantic. That wasn’t me. I was a storm and my goal was destruction and pleasure. I flicked my tongue left, right, up, and down, no pattern, no rhythm, nothing but a pressure that left Willow bucking her hips at me, trying to fight against my tight hold on her. Her ankles hit the front of my car as she tried to gain her footing and get relief.

  “No,” I growled at her. “You’re going to come all over me. Right now.”

  She finally let out a loud cry. She was slowly cracking. Breaking down and opening for me in a deeper way.

  I put my entire mouth against her and suckled the honey straight from her core. I turned my head just enough to allow my tongue to slice left to right, which was up and down against her pussy. Each time I touched her hole, she groaned and pumped at me.

  She wanted it so bad. She wanted my dick deep inside her.

  Soon, sweetie. Soon.

  I usually didn’t do this kind of shit. Normally it was the woman on her knees taking my load first. Sometimes I’d enjoy a sweet pussy, but my routine was about me. Was I doing this because of her telling me about herself?

  No. Fuck no. Not a chance. It was because I wanted her pussy in my mouth. I wanted to taste that wild flavor of hers. It was because she had some sense of being untouchable.

  I slowly slid my left hand under her shirt and forced my way under her bra. Her tit was warm and full. Her nipple was hard and rubbed against my middle finger and pressed against my palm. My right hand eased over to her lower belly. I felt the prickly stubble of her pubes. She was so real. That’s what was killing me about her. Not some dolled up stripper or some high class escort that required a credit card.

  Willow was fucking real.

  My thumb moved down and I pulled at her clit. I made circles with my thumb, adding pressure as I did so. My mouth continued to savor the sweetness of her folds, my tongue playing with her hole. I penetrated her and curled my tongue. She pulsed against me, showing me just how tight she was. To me, she was untouched. That sense of innocence yet with a wild burning need.

  Willow touched my head.

  I swirled my tongue inside her and she yelled out, grabbing my hair.

  Good girl.

  She dug her nails into my scalp and started to grind herself at me.

  I had her. All of her.

  My tongue sped up, matching the speed of my thumb against her clit.

  Her ass again lifted off the car and she started to come. She melted right in my mouth, her body throbbing and loosening up so beautifully for me. My tongue lapped every last drop of her, wanting more.

  My hands were then at her sides. Her stomach moved fast as she tried to catch her breath. Each exhale came with a gentle groan. Her hand, still holding my hair, was shaking. I kissed up over her mound and to her lower belly.

  I cupped at her back and sat her up, taking her shirt off. Her lips were fluttering but she couldn’t make anything but sounds. I tossed her shirt to the windshield and went for her bra. I dropped it next to her and brought my hands around, cupping her tits.

  I stared down at her, seeing the wildness still in her eyes.

  We didn’t need to speak to know what was next.

  My eyes were in control. My body was in control.

  I’m going to fuck you, sweetie…

  Her hands raced feverishly, opening my jeans, pushing them down, one of her hands touching my stomach muscles, running down, touching the heavy root of my dick. She looked down and I just stood, loving the sight of her using two hands to pull my dick out of my jeans. I was already swollen, ready to go. Her two hands tried to grip me with plenty left to offer. One hand moved up my shaft and she rolled the palm of her hand over the head of my cock.

  I sucked in a breath and thrust at her.

  “Don’t fucking play with it, sweetie,” I said. “Get ready for it.”

  I quickly used one hand to hurry and tear my shirt off. I worked hard for every inch of muscle that graced my body and I knew Willow enjoyed it. Maybe she didn’t get football and what I did for a living, but I knew she - like all women - enjoyed muscle. Because it meant power, protection, it meant danger.

  Willow looked at me with a look of uncertainty. I was used to that look, but she’d get over it, just like everyone else. I’d forge my path inside her and just when she thought she couldn’t handle it… just when she thought there was too much pressure and too much pain… it would instantly be gone, replaced with a filling pleasure that she never knew existed.

  I grabbed Willow’s wrist and took her hand away from me. I touched the small of her back and slid her toward me. My dick rested between us, my warm and full shaft pressing into both our stomachs. I touched her face, stroking her cheek. When my thumb got close to her lips, she kissed it. I ran my thumb down to her chin and right back up against her lips and she kissed again. Then she flicked her tongue. A second later she was sucking on my fucking finger.

  I reached between us and grabbed my dick at the middle of my shaft. I pressed against her, rubbing up and down to make sure there was enough wetness to help ease everything for her. As I pressed my tip to her center, she quickly jumped and started to close up. My other hand was still at her back.

  “No,” I whispered.

  “Fuck,” she groaned. She then bit against my thumb, her eyes wide and hopeful.

  I thrust and broke her open.

  Her hands grabbed for my shoulders and squeezed tight. I pressed some more and then pulled back, giving her a second to breathe. When I came forward a second time, it was with more force. I sank into her and hissed, her body clenching against me. Her pussy sheathed me to a point where I felt ready to explode. It was too soon for that though.

  “Goddamn,” I said. “You’re fucking beautiful, sweetie.” I put my hands at her sides again. “Here. Ease back and relax.”

  Willow moved down to her elbows.

  I thrust again, going even deeper. This time I wasn’t going to pull back out of her. This was it. I gently fucked her, working myself deeper, inch by inch. Her hands clawed at my arms as she put her head back and cried out.

  Her yells went out to the pond, the trees, probably all the way to the moon. Nobody would ever hear her scream but me. We were in the wide open but yet we were so private and alone.

  I fucked her on the hood of my car.

  I sat her back up, pulling her body close to mine.

  Her hands reached around, her nails digging into my ass.

  She was beyond the point of pressure and p
ain. She was feeling pleasure.

  She bit my chest and groaned as I sped up even more.

  The second she started to thrust back at me, I knew I was done for. That was okay though. I had been holding this one in for Willow for a while.

  Both of my hands were at her hips, those subtle and softly curved hips of hers. My arms flexed as I pumped her back and forth against me, matching the movements with hard thrusts from my cock. I felt myself swelling to an impossible level. I hissed and let out a groan as I started to come.

  I sank deep into her and held there, feeling my cock finally getting a sense of relief. Not just a necessity kind of feeling but something I actually wanted. Man, I had been dying to fuck Willow like this.

  Her body throbbed against me, her hips gently moving, coaxing it all out of me.

  When I pulled from her sweet body, I just stood there, my jeans down to my ankles.

  I grabbed my jeans and lifted them up.

  Her clothes were scattered all over the ground.

  Her palms were flat on the hood of the car. She was fucking naked, in the moonlight, sitting next to a pond where I used to bring girls all the time. To make out. To touch their tits. To finger them. To let them jerk me off. Hell, to fuck them senseless.

  But never like this.

  Never this… raw.

  She bit her bottom lip and just stared at me.

  “You okay?” I whispered.

  “Yeah. I think I’m paralyzed. And I like it.”

  I touched her jaw with both of my hands. “You’re not paralyzed, sweetie. You’ve been pleasured the right way. Finally.”

  I offered her a soft kiss and walked away.

  I needed a drink.

  “I’m going to get fired,” she said.

  I looked back as she looked at me. Goddamn, the moonlight hit her face and her hair as it dangled in her face. The bare slender look over her shoulder. The nakedness of her back and thickness of her ass as it pressed against the hood of my eighty-thousand-dollar car.

  It did something to me.

  For once in my life, it wasn’t just my cock that throbbed.

  It was my heart.

  (Willow)

  Thankfully I brought an extra pair of panties. I stood there in my shoes and managed to get my panties on. And, yeah, I had a pair of PJ’s to wear too. Top that with a tank top and a hoodie and I was really comfortable.