Sports Romance: Feeling The Heat

by Michelle Roberts

  “Oh, my sweet, sweet, Cassie. What’s wrong?”

  She sniffled, “I miss you both that’s why.”

  “Is that all? Do you want to tell me something, daughter?”

  Casandra knew that she could be open about anything to her but she didn’t want to worry her. Not when she just came out of the hospital. It didn’t help that she hadn’t informed her that she was with a child and married. Now alone again by herself because the man she married was on the other side of the world doing heaven knew what.

  “I plan to see you both soon.”

  “We missed you this Christmas. You’ve been working too hard, darling. You should come home after the break.”

  That only made her cry harder although she knew that she meant well.

  “I didn’t mean to upset you, Casandra. We just miss you so much. Your brother’s dying to let you see the house you bought for us.”

  “Mom, about that…” she trailed, unsure whether she could break the news on the phone. Casandra had been thinking of moving them out of that house and bringing back the money he gave her. She wasn’t a paid mother for his child. Her baby was hers too and providing for her or he was her obligation as a mother. She didn’t need him.

  “The house is not mine—“

  “Damn right it’s yours.”

  Vincent strode towards her and snatched the phone from her.

  “Hi ma’am. I’m sorry to be making this introduction to you this way…”

  Casandra tried to take back the phone but he was fending her off without being rough. The more he talked, the mortified she become. When he clicked the end button, she was already on the floor, sobbing. It was all over for her, even her mom would loathe her now.

  She huddled in the corner, hugging her tightly.

  Vincent got on his knee, looking like hell. His bloodshot eyes stared at her unblinking.

  “Why the hell every time I come home looking for you, I’ll always find you gone, Casandra.”

  “Don’t you start me with your bullshit, Vincent. We both know that you’re out with your mistress while I stayed in your palace like a fucking damsel in distress!”

  Furious, he clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white.

  “What do you want me to do to make you see, Casandra? What the hell do you want from me?”

  “Leave me be.”

  “You know I can’t do that.”

  “I’m not a puppet to bend to your every will, Vincent. So quit this game because it won’t go anywhere.”

  “I’m not playing a game here. I just came from work and then I found you gone. What do you want me to do? Let the mother of my child fend for herself?”

  “Stop slapping that on my face! I’m not one of your useless bimbos.”

  “I didn’t say that,” he snapped.

  “You don’t have to,” she fired back. “Why do you even have to go back here? What, your mistress not good enough—“

  Vincent pulled her to him and molded their lips together, the fight in her left her, turning her into a puddle in his arms. He hiked her legs up his waist and led them to her couch. When he pulled away, it was to take a quick intake of breath and started kissing her again. He slid his hand up and down her legs then to her crotch. He pulled her boyleg underwear to the side and ran a finger down her slit.

  “I will make love to you until you know that you’re the only woman in my life. The one who had me hurrying home to share every moment with.”

  “Stop.”

  “You’re asking me the impossible.”

  She bit her bottom lip to keep herself from saying the word she’d been dying to hear. It surely wouldn’t come from her first.

  Vincent had another idea. He pulled back and stripped out of his clothes quickly. With her, he was patient to slide her out of her dress. He cupped a heavy a breast, needing his attention in there.

  He didn’t disappoint.

  She gripped his shoulder as he lapped on her nipple, his fingers busy sliding in her slick hole. Casandra didn’t realize that she needed him this bad until now. And when he thumbed her clit, she was thrown off the edge, her world came undone.

  Barely recovered, he turned her on her knees and entered her from behind. Vincent lifted one leg up, making her even open access to him. This way, he was sliding in better.

  She hadn’t done anything extreme as this and she had to admit, it was unbelievable. Why he hadn’t done this her before, she didn’t know.

  “I’ve been thinking about this, and the position I want to take you. I want to make a memory in every place with you, Casandra and remember it for the rest of our lives with you by my side,” he whispered in her ears. “I want to plant my seed in you again and again because you’re mine. This is mine,” he cupped her breast. “And this is the fruit of our love,” he cupped her belly. “I love you and I would kill myself first before I hurt you.”

  She was about to admit her feelings for him when she felt the familiar fluttering in her belly. Her walls clenched around him.

  “Come for me, baby.”

  Casandra did, claiming her unspoken love for him until she was wrung dry. Vincent soon followed, grunting his release, marking her in her neck.

  She came again and again until her legs turned to jelly. He supported her throughout.

  Beyond exhausted, both of them lay on the couch, breathing hard. The air smelled of their passion and sweat. Vincent brushed her hair away from her sticky forehead and leaned to kiss her.

  “You had taken my breath away in the club. I knew when I first you with those two I would have you as my wife. I didn’t expect to be blessed with our first child right away and I’m sorry for putting in this situation. But that didn’t mean I’m not grateful because I am so much that I can’t put it to words.”

  “Promise me one more thing.”

  “Tell me and I will do my best.”

  “Stop making me fall even deeper in love for you. I don’t want to become a shade of your shadow.”

  “I’ll try my best, sweetheart. I will, I promise you that.”

  She burrowed deeper in his arms, “Thank you.”

  “You don’t love me?”

  She smiled in his chest, “You stole the moment from me.”

  He laughed, a deep rumbling noise in her ears, oddly relaxing. “Alright, pretend I didn’t interrupt.”

  Instead of using words, she kissed where his heart was.

  Contented, they fell asleep.

  Bonus Book #3

  Summers Dream

  Chapter One

  Was it wrong if someone took advantage of a drunken man and he happened to be the love of your life? It was, wasn’t it?

  King was leaning over her and Kiara was only too glad to let him. This was the closest she would ever be with him, drunk and out of his mind.

  It was in the middle of the night and she was just about to warm a cup of milk when she heard a fumbling of the key in the door. She stood frozen in the last of the steps, not knowing what to do. Then five minutes later, a mop of brown curls appeared within sight, swaying on his feet. Being Kiara that she was—alright, it was her feeling for him—she ran towards him and come to his rescue. All the while, she was holding her breath, willing for her brother to stay in his room and let her get him to his room before he found them. Erick could be a tad bit protective and that was the last thing she needed right now.

  And so half an hour later, or so it felt like it, she finally reached his room. When she tried to lay him down the bed, he wrapped his arms around her and brought her down with him. She landed with an oof in the bed with him.

  King was no light man, that was given. He loved to eat as much as he likes to go to the gym.

  The result, he was on top of her, pressing her flat in his bed mumbling something under his breath. His brows were furrowed in thoughts but his eyes were closed, his lashes so long that it touched his cheeks. The smell of vodka was strong in the air.

  “Poor, guy,” she whispered, reaching a hand to b
rush the locks that fell in his eyes. He looked quite an angel when sleeping although he also looked vulnerable and very much in pain.

  He started moving again, his excitement was digging in her belly.

  Kiara swallowed.

  If he made a move on her now, she wouldn’t be able to fend him off…

  King’s hand fumbled around her body until it rested on her breast. She looked at him to see if he was awake. He was. His dazzling blue eyes were dimmer, almost gray and he was looking at her funny.

  Butterflies fluttered in her belly, a familiar reaction from her body whenever he looked at her, however, now, it wasn’t the same look he usually gave her. His eyes were hooded, darker.

  “I’ve been thinking about you.”

  Her breath hitched, “You are?”

  Instead of answering, he bracketed her face with his hands and kiss her. His lips were as soft as they looked but what she didn’t expect was how demanding he was. His tongue pushed through the barrier of her lips, wanting entrance. Kiara found herself opening for him which urged him to go on. What she did was the wrong thing to do, had she known that it would cause her trouble later she would’ve stopped him.

  Burning with passion, Kiara let King have his way on her as he peppered her with hot kisses in her neck leading to her heaving breasts. He suckles on one nipple through her silk nightdress, making her bite on her lips to muffled her moans.

  This was a whole new level for her. Where boys only went as far as making out with her but not this far. Had she known that it felt this dizzying she would’ve done it sooner.

  Kiara was brought back to reality when she felt King pushing her nightdress up to her waist. He was looking at her cotton cartooned underwear like it was some complication. If she wasn’t mortified to be found wearing kiddy underwear at such age she would have laughed at his face, not that he would appreciate that.

  After staring at her underwear for long five minutes, King to her surprised buried his face in her panty clad mound and ran his tongue in her slits. As much as she was surprised, there was this tug in her belly that made her forget what he was doing was every bit wrong. Soon, she was willingly offering herself to him as he lifted her hips up and continued to lick her through her panty.

  A moment later, he growled from frustration and ripped her underwear. She tried to cover herself but he was quick to stop her. All fight left her as he dove straight for her wet sex and did what he had been doing earlier. This time, it only took her one stroke from his tongue and her muscles were tightening. She went on like that for a while until the feeling finally eased, leaving her boneless and sweaty.

  When she opened her eyes, she found him looking at her, his gaze was burning. There was hunger deep in that depth and heaven help her, she was willing to fulfill that hunger.

  Moving as graceful as she could to prolong the passion that was strong in the air, Kiara held out her hands to him. King came to her like a child, wanting something she could freely give.

  “Make love to me, King.”

  Made love to her he did.

  The past couple of hours went by with her meeting his thrust and clawing at his back. The pinched she felt from his first intrusion was in the past now. The familiar build in her belly was there again and this time, she knew what it was.

  As they reached their peak, King bit on her neck and she dug her heels in his back.

  *

  There was no other way of dealing with your problem but drown yourself but by bottles of booze until you’re numb enough to forget for a while.

  What’s funny was, he woke up this morning feeling better than he expected. He dreamt about a woman in his bed, lithe, like a goddess. However, it was all a memory now, his mind’s fantasy.

  When he came down downstairs that afternoon, freshly bath and himself again, King found his best friend eating a late breakfast. He looked up when he sensed him.

  “Right about time your highness graced us his presence,” he said lightly. There was worry in those green eyes he didn’t want to see from anyone let alone his best friend.

  Out of habit, King ran his fingers through his hair which was still very wet and tugged at it. The pain kept him focus, reminding him that this wasn’t the time to go emo. The last thing he needed was for Marc to baby him.

  “Have any more of those?” The orange juice and crispy bacon strips and eggs were the comforted he needed right now.

  He shook his head at his own ridiculousness.

  What a fucking wuss you’re turning into, King.

  “Unfortunately for you. Kiara just left.”

  He frowned, “Where’d she went?”

  Marc shrugged, “Didn’t tell me.”

  Strange.

  “I’m sorry man, I’m not your pimp to cook for you,” Marc said, bringing his attention back to the present.

  “Speaking of pimp, can’t your babe cook?”

  “Kicked her out after whining about her hair looking like a birds nest.”

  Again, King shook his head. “You’re unbelievable.”

  Marc made a look like he was shocked, “You’re no better, little shit.”

  King lazily made his way in the kitchen where he ended up rummaging the fridge. There was Kiara’s famous lasagna sitting like a golden egg, making his mouth water.

  King almost rubbed his hands together in eagerness but he didn’t. He didn’t want his friend to be worrying about his state of mind as well.

  “Kiara’s such a genius,” he yelled over to Marc.

  “Leave my sister out of this, hijo de puta!”

  He popped the plate in the microwave and brew himself a fresh cup of black coffee. “I’m just saying.”

  “I’ll hurt you.”

  King had no doubt Marc would do that if he so much blinked at his little sister. Not that King would purposely attach himself with Kiara. Not in that way. He’d kill himself first.

  “Want to hit the bar after this?” he leaned against the counter while he waited for the lasagna, his mind going back to the woman of his dream.

  “If you don’t want your kidney to burn at your early age then go ahead.”

  “You’re such an old woman.”

  “Just as I prefer, buddy. I want to live long enough to enjoy as many pussies as I could in this lifetime.

  “Sometimes, I don’t even know who’s more sick between the two of us.”

  Marc ruffled his hair which he returned with a punch and he easily dodged.

  “See yah later, alligator,” Marc said through the door. Soon the sound of his sports car boomed to life and he was peeling off the carpark.

  King brought his plate of lasagna in the table and maul it all in five seconds flat then he downed the scalding hot coffee. Five minutes later, he felt more of himself that he did earlier or last night. But that also meant that he was faced with the reality of his break-up with Kimberly.

  The memory of their anniversary and her walking out got him going nuts. The silence wasn’t helping either.

  One thing was possible right now other than drowning himself to drinking again which he can do later tonight again, gym.

  Without thinking too hard about it, he changed into shorts and discard his shirt. He needed a long hard work out and that didn’t include shirt that would eventually soak by his sweat.

  On his way out, he caught a glimpsed of his face, his under eyes were shadowed.

  He didn’t linger long enough to overthink things over like he did yesterday.

  *

  When Kiara came home that night, the house was bathed in the darkness. She wasn’t sure if the two were out which she was the reason she went home late.

  After what happened between her and King, the last thing she wanted was to see him.

  Tough luck.

  “You shouldn’t be going home this late, Kiara,” King’s stern voice got her standing frozen on the spot. A movement in the corner to her right brought her attention to him. In there, he looked like a dark angel, half of his face was hidden in
the dark.

  “W-why are you still awake?” her voice came out a squeak.

  “Don’t change the subject.”

  Her blood fired, “What do you care? You’re not my parents, King.”

  Kiara held her breath, expecting him to growl at her but he surprised her when he just sighed.

  “You’re definitely a grown-up lady now, aren’t you?” he looked up. He didn’t have that burning look in his eyes the way he did last night. Another reason why she shouldn’t tell him what happened.

  “Are you drunk?”

  He shook his head, “But I was last night.”

  His words hung in the air unfinished and she didn’t know whether she wanted him to remember the passionate moment they shared.

  “Did I disturb you?” he looked worried.

  In that moment, Kiara’s heart fell. Of course, he didn’t remember while she remembered every second of it.

  It was her turn to shake her head.

  “I don’t know what I’d do if I disturb you in that state, sunshine. I was a goner last night which I’m not proud of.”

  Before she could help herself, she asked, “What happened?”

  He was silent for a while and then he finally said, “Kimberly broke up with me.”

  If that didn’t put a salt in her already bleeding wound, then she didn’t know what.

  “I-I’ll just head upstairs. I’m tired.”

  “Are you okay?” he frowned.

  “I wish I am.”

  Before he could comprehend of her slipped, Kiara sprinted upstairs and into her room.

  “Kiara,” King called but she ignored him. She slammed the door and wept.

  Chapter Two

  “I think you and your sister needs to talk, Marc.” King opened up the subject that’s been nagging him for a while now. He didn’t know if he could go any longer ignoring the fact that Kiara seemed upset.

  With his eyes on the T.V., Marc tore his gaze away from the climax of the football rerun they love watching. It was past seven and Kiara hadn’t made her presence known. Usually, she accompanied them every game on Tuesday. Half an hour later, she was still holed in her room.