The End Zone: SPORTS ROMANCE (Contemporary Sport Bad Boy Alpha Male American Football Romance) (New Adult Second Chance Women’s Fiction Romance Short Stories)

by Jenna Payne

  His steps were small and relaxed, and his whistling soft and reassuring. It also helped the fact that these guys were dull-witted and unable to think. This is like stealing candy from a baby, Jack thought, although he wasn't quite sure why he was so plainly hiding from these guys. Supposedly, they don't know that I'm going to talk to Anne. However, his gut was telling him not to doubt himself and just cover his face. You never know.

  Finally, he managed to get close to the swinging doors. By now, the laughing had turned into a thunderous quarrel between an old man and a woman. Before getting inside, Jack stopped and listened. This voice is somehow familiar. Suddenly, he realized that it belonged to Anne. He brutally punched the swinging doors, but that didn't seem to help relieve the stress between the two adults. Both of them were standing on the other side of the room, yelling to each other.

  “I couldn't do anything,” said Anne. “I had something to do, and when I returned all of the customers were already occupied!” Her face was a blend of anger and fear. The man on the other side was the only new face around here; a 65-year-old, pompous man, with freckles around his face and white hair everywhere. His face looked deep-lined, but fat had stretched his skin so much that his neck had vanished and his cheeks were rosy like a little child's.

  “Always you and your excuses. The poor little Anne who wants to travel and get out of this town. I have one piece of advice for your kid; stop having illusions. You're stuck here for rest of your life, doing what you know best; being a whore.” His words really seemed to have an impact on her, quickly silencing her. But it seemed he still hadn't had enough. “After all this barking you suddenly decide to shut up? Come here, you bitch,” he said, and grabbed her hand roughly.

  For a plump man he was sure strong, making the frail woman scream and fight off his grasp. Jack was silently watching the whole scene unravel, but hearing Anne shouting woke something bad inside him. His mind had blacked out; he moved towards the barman and smoothly took his hat off and left it on the bar. Then, with his face emitting a dark aura, he took two huge strides, raised his fist, and punched Mr. Ian in the face.

  The fat man let go of Anne before tripping on a table's leg and falling on the floor with a big bang. Jack was still panting from anger, and his gaze scorched the fallen man. Unable to stand up by himself, Jack didn't miss his chance and moved above him. With his hands around his neck, he was unable to talk.

  “Who the fuck are you?” the man squalled with his neck between the strong man's hands.

  “I'm the one who's gonna take Anne and go,” said Jack. Ian was ready to fight, but Jack quickly pulled a sharp knife from the right side of his belt. “If you say anything, I'm going to cut your throat. Just nod and I will let you live for another day. Understood?” The plump man nodded slowly, defeated. Anne was standing dumbstruck behind him. Jack was holding the knife in place, but at the same time he turned his head and saw the shocked woman.

  “Go get ready. We're leaving.” At first, she seemed like she didn't quite understand what Jack said to her, but before long she let a big smile and ran upstairs. Now, Jack turned his attention back to Ian. Without taking his eyes away from him, he started talking to the barman. “Get me a rope and a piece of cloth. I want to tie this pig up before he starts squealing.” The old man squirmed, but after Jack brought the knife closer to Ian's neck, Ian started shouting, “Do it!”

  After fifteen minutes, or so, Ian was tied on a chair, unable to talk, and Anne had prepared a small briefcase with some of her things. She was now waiting for Jack to finish. “Hear me,” he said to the barman, “after we leave you're going to act like nothing happened. When his men come in, tell them that I did it and you were unconscious all this time.”

  Even so, the man started complaining. “But, I was not. They're going to kill me.” But, before he was able to complete his sentence, Jack used the back of his knife to hit the old man to the head. The hit left the man unconscious, and with a good excuse as to why he wasn't able to follow them. After that, Jack turned his head and found comfort in Anne's lips. After their deep kiss, she still had a quizzical expression her face.

  “But...why?” she managed to ask.

  “Because I fell for your shining, brown eyes. Also, because I was a soldier too, and most of my friends were engaged before the war. I always felt guilty for destroying so many lives by killing many fathers, and sons, and fiancés on the other side. Nevertheless, we have to hurry. These brutes, they’re gonna get in here sooner or later. Are you ready for your adventure my lady?” he said with a smile on his face.

  “Of course Jack. Just Jack, my own, private cowboy.” She gave him a quick kiss and they started running away from the dark, hazy, saloon. Before they were out, Jack stopped. “One sec, I forgot my hat.” He hastily returned back to the bar and grabbed it. He put it on and returned to her. Then, Anne led him to a back door that they could use to sneak out undetected. Before they knew it, they were both riding Lad. Their destination? South.

  ***

  After five long hours of intense riding, and after the sun had long given its place to the moon, Jack decided it was time for them to stop running. “Here, this is a nice place. We’ll camp here,” he said.

  “I knew that desert was cold, but I never imagined that it would be this cold,” she said, shivering.

  Jack laughed at her, and continued talking until the tent was ready to receive both of them. “This is not as impressive as your old room, but this is freedom. You better get used to it.”

  Anne dismounted and moved closer to Jack. Before he was able to make a move, she started kissing him deeply. Her hand quickly moved towards his crotch, and she started caressing him over his tight jeans. “It seems someone got excited,” she said.

  “It didn't help that your breasts were touching my back all the way here,” he said and groped her ass. She playfully hit him to the chest and started laughing. Right then, Jack lifted her to his arms and moved her inside the small tent. It truly wasn't anything special, but in her eyes looked ten times more beautiful than her old room. She didn't have time to enjoy the view, though.

  Jack had already started unbuttoning his shirt, and before she knew it, he had started exploring her skin with his kisses. He gave special attention to her nipples, biting them, kissing them, sucking them, and playing with them. Everything that Jack did to her made her feel even hornier. Her vagina was already wet, even before his hand started playing with her clitoris. Jack wanted to please her, and he was succeeding in doing it in every possible way.

  When his mouth got low enough, he started kissing the side of her thighs. Anne got lost in this lustful moment, and wasn't able to contain her moans when Jack started putting his tongue inside her. The warm, and wet, feeling of his tongue infiltrating her vagina was something new for her. Not one of her clients ever did something like that to her, since no one ever paid to please a girl. Jack, on the other hand, had his mind on doing exactly that.

  After making her relax, the passionate man slowly took the way back to her lips, but this time his pants were also unbuttoned. She could say since she could also feel his dick touching her clitoris. It was then that she whispered to him, “get in. Please, make me yours.” He didn't need any more persuading, since he was already horny as hell. This time, though, it was different. His cock was making its way in slowly, and safely, every inch accompanied by a deep kiss.

  Only when he got his whole dick inside, he started pushing and thrusting slowly. She felt whole, his dick rubbing the back of her vagina, almost leading her to an orgasm. However, he did the same thing as before. Just before he was ready, he pulled himself out and then, quickly and steadily, he pushed back in. They both shouted, unable to hold back anymore. Jack came inside her, and Anne had multiple orgasms and started shivering again.

  Wanting to catch his breath, Jack took a while before asking, “Are you okay? Are you still freezing?”

  Still unable to talk, she just shook her head. After a couple deep breaths, she was just a
ble to say only one thing. “That... was... perfect.”

  When Jack heard her, he moved closer to her face, touched her lips with his finger, and then kissed her. They managed to sleep the whole night together in each other’s arms. It was the first time that Anne didn't cry herself to sleep watching her fiancé’s letter, and the first night that Jack had slept under the stars with a woman he was in love with. It was the first night that both of them slept tight, dreaming about riding south.

  THE END

  Bonus Story 12 of 20

  Love Reborn in Space

  As the spacious elevator traveled all the way to the top floor of the US Space Police Tower, I excitedly checked my reflection in the interior's mirrored walls. Clad in a formal silver long gown that hugged my slender body with stylish drapes, with my light brown locks pulled back in a prim yet chic ponytail, I was quite surprised at the amazing transformation in front of me. It was definitely a far cry from my usual dark gray police uniform, which I interchanged with my basic slacks-and-long sleeves office attire.

  I inspected the makeup I had done earlier on myself. With my shimmery, smoky eye makeup that matched my dress and brought out the green in my eyes, and the dainty pink tint that made my lips seem fuller and luscious, I could say with confidence that I looked more like a beautiful, elegant socialite than the multi-awarded space fighter I had become over the years. After only 8 years of service, here I was about to accept another Office of the Year plaque and medal to add to my collection of achievements in this field.

  Andrew would have been so proud. The thought came to me suddenly as I automatically fingered the silver heart-shaped locket hanging from the necklace around my neck. Inside the locket was the wedding ring that he had placed on my finger long ago right before uttering his vows. Out of habit, I always wore the locket with the ring when there was a special mission I had to fulfill, or whenever I was given recognition for doing a great job.

  My smile disappeared and my excitement melted away at the memory of my late husband. I had just started in the police service when we'd gotten married. He'd been my number one cheerleader and best friend. For 3 straight years, I had thought nothing would get in the way of our love and happiness. But his terminal illness had left me without a choice but to accept the miserable truth.

  The elevator came to a halt. I brushed away the sad thoughts and placed a bright smile back on my face as the doors opened. Greeted by the sight of The Penthouse Ballroom's vast modern interiors and overlooking glass-lined walls glammed up for the occasion, I felt my enthusiasm slowly returning. This is going to be an incredible evening, I thought as I registered myself at the reception table and began to mingle with the other space police officers I had become friends with over the past years.

  I was drinking a cocktail and laughing with my close friend Ginny, one of the younger lady officers in my team, when I heard a deep, booming voice from behind me.

  "Tasha Taylor," said the voice. I turned.

  "Here comes the heartthrob who only has eyes for you…" Ginny whispered teasingly. I laughed.

  It was my boyfriend Kent Walker, a veteran space police officer who had been assigned as my partner a year ago. We'd been good friends for quite some time, dating on and off, before we'd officially gotten together last week.

  He was undoubtedly gorgeous. Tall and well-built with twinkling blue eyes, he looked even more handsome in a black tuxedo. He never failed to take my breath away; the same effect he had on the rest of the female species.

  "I think I like you better in gowns and makeup," he said jokingly as he gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "You are the prettiest in this room and I'm glad you're mine."

  I smiled at his compliment. He never failed to make me feel good. "You don't look bad yourself," I retorted back in a teasing tone.

  He laughed and punched me lightly on the shoulder before wrapping me in his arms.

  "I guess this is my cue to walk away from you lovebirds," Ginny quipped as she began to slip away.

  "Oh, hey there, Ginny!" Kent called to her back. "I didn't notice you. Bye!"

  Ginny turned around and laughed good-naturedly. "See you later, guys. And congratulations again, Tasha."

  "Thanks," I said sincerely.

  Soon our annual foundation party was well underway. Kent and I took our seats in one of the tables near the stage, along with those in our team.

  After dinner was served, the program proper began with a video about how the US Space Police originated and why it had been established back in the year 2023. The current head of the nationwide squad, USSP Chief Timothy Collins, graced the stage afterward and launched into his congratulatory speech. "Thank you to all of you for your hard work and dedication, the amazing strength, courage, and character you have exhibited throughout our missions and ordeals. Thank you for your heroic deeds, for putting your life on the line not just for the sake of our own country and people, but for the entirety of humanity."

  The ballroom, filled with about a thousand squad members from different parts of the United States, broke into applause. Chief Collins smiled proudly and then went on to recall the best achievements of the US Space Police. Toward the end, he said, "Let us work together to better our world this year 2045 and build a future free of danger from criminals, both human and alien. Let us help make Earth the peaceful home we all deserve to live in. Thank you once again to all of you and congratulations to all our awardees tonight. We salute each and every one of you."

  The next part of the program was the awarding. When my name was called, I went up the stage and proudly accepted the plaque and medal given to me. As I stood there being cheered on, I imagined the crowd being transformed into the audience present during my graduation from the academy. I could recall my parents sitting in the third row together with my younger sister Stacey and my then-boyfriend Andrew. They had all been so supportive of my chosen career despite the perils of being a space police officer.

  I remembered Andrew rushing to embrace me and twirl me around. "You will be the best and most beautiful police officer in the squad!" he had told me before leaning down to kiss me.

  I had giggled and asked, "And what are you going to do while I go off fighting aliens?"

  "I'm going to make us lots of money with my IT business so that we can have lots of babies who'll keep us company until we grow old and wrinkly," he'd answered. "Always remember that anything is possible."

  My heart had jumped into my throat, happy and eager at the prospect of spending the rest of my life with the only man I had ever loved. "Right!" I had agreed. "Anything is possible."

  "That's my girl!" I heard someone say from the side of the stage, cutting through my reverie. It was Kent, clapping his hands and beaming at me.

  I smiled at him as I made my way down the stage. Inside, I felt a little guilty because I'd been hanging on to memories of my late husband instead of looking forward to my future with this new man in my life who seemed to adore and love me greatly.

  *****

  "Take care, Tasha," Mom said as she gave me a hug. "We will miss you, dear. Promise me you'll stay safe."

  "Mom! I'll just be gone for a week or so," I replied flippantly. "And besides, aren't you used to this by now?"

  "We will never get used to it, Tash," my sister Stacey said. "How can we ever get used to your life-threatening missions outside of our planet?"

  I laughed at the way she put it. Indeed we were a close-knit family. This was why after my husband had passed away, I'd chosen to move into a condo unit located near my parents' house. This had allowed me to drop by several times within a week despite my busy work schedule. And every time I was given a space assignment, our temporary farewells at the space port were always like this.

  "Our Tasha will surely complete this mission with flying colors," Dad interjected, placing an arm around my shoulders. "We've got nothing to worry about."

  I smiled up at him. "Thanks, Dad."

  "Yes, of course," Stacey immediately agreed. "And we have anothe
r thing to be thankful about." Her eyes shifted to Kent who was standing beside me.

  Kent nodded in response. Then he faced my parents with a serious expression. "I will guard your daughter with my life," he promised.

  "Aww, that's so sweet!" Stacey gushed, making us all laugh.

  "Thank you, Kent," Dad said sincerely.

  We said our final goodbyes, before Kent and I went to board our small spaceship. In a few minutes, we were gliding in the atmosphere.

  In the confined control room, I hit the button for autopilot flying then stood up and stretched my hands. Kent, who was sitting beside me, stood up as well and grinned.

  "What?" I asked.

  "You're cute," he said, his tall frame towering over me. I could smell his musky perfume, which somehow contributed to my heart's sudden crazy beating. "Too cute to resist…"

  He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I closed my eyes and kissed him back as I felt his strong arms wrapping around my waist. My body was aflame with passion in a few seconds. As his hand fumbled quickly with the buttons of my uniform, there was a loud beep that made us both jump back in surprise.

  The screen behind Kent lit up. My eyes widened while my fingers did my shirt's buttons hastily. Side by side, we faced the screen and stood straight. As soon Chief Collins's face appeared, we saluted. He returned it and went on to tell us how important this mission is. "I am depending on the two of you to make sure that the main computers of the Zil military camp are completely destroyed. The base is barely secured now, with only a few of the alien soldiers left. The initial squad we sent did a fantastic job. The aliens who survived have dispersed and are now being tracked down by Officer Smith and his team."