Fast and Loaded: A Bad Boy Sports Romance

by Roxy Sinclaire

  Alone in my kitchen, my mind keeps jumping back to the girl from last night. Not yoga girl from the bar, but the pretty bachelorette, Aria. My parents seemed to think that living in a trailer and making Sunday breakfast out of anything that was still edible was good enough. All I could see growing up were two people that worked themselves to the bone and had little, if anything, to show for it. I wonder what Aria would think of the trailer? She’s so privileged, she has probably never seen a trailer, except in the movies.

  When I wasn’t yet seventeen, my friend told me about his cousin that was making six figures as a stripper. I knew then and there that stripping was my ticket out. I started hitting the gym, discovered tanning salons, and the rest is history.

  The last five years have been nothing but easy money and easy women. I dance six nights a week and almost never spend a night alone. I know the ladies are just into me because of my looks and my reputation in the bedroom, but still, I never let a night end without the woman du jour being satisfied, often multiple times.

  All those women, and it is a blue-eyed brunette, who is getting married in a week no less, that cast her spell over me. I wish I had never sat down to talk to her, but she was just too gorgeous not to approach. The second I figured out she was not the kind of girl who would be interested in one last fling before getting married, I should have left. Instead, I told her to come find me if she doesn’t go through with the wedding. What the hell? I guess I’m supposed to sit at home and pine away for her like a chick from a romance novel. But I’ve got news for her. That was a slip up. It was a moment of weakness and nothing more. And who can blame me for getting a little weak when I was lost in those blue, blue eyes.

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  Excerpt from Trapped In His World: A Dark Romance

  It is almost six in the evening and I am still sitting at my desk. I’m sure just about everyone else has gone home. I wonder if Mr. Black remembers that he asked me to remain in the office until he gets back. I sit patiently and wait. Luckily, he strolls into the office not too long after. He seems to be in a dark mood. Maybe his meeting didn’t go very well. His gaze finds me and roams over my face. I am tempted to pull out my mirror and look to see if I have something on my face. “Navia, thank you for waiting, follow me to my office please,” he says softly.

  I nod and quickly get up, not wanting to upset him any further. As I make my way to the office I wonder what this is all about. Consternation creeps in as negative thoughts fill my mind. Maybe I did something wrong or maybe he doesn’t like the way I work. What if he is calling me into his office to fire me on my first day? My shoulders droop slightly. If I can’t do a job for one week or even a day, who is going to hire me now? We reach his office and he shuts the door, turning the lock. I frown. That’s strange. Why does he feel the need to lock the door? I nibble nervously at my lower lip and twirl my hands together. “Uh, how was your meeting?” I ask feebly, forcing a smile. It’s very hard to do, considering that I am a nervous wreck.

  “It didn’t go as planned,” he says shortly.

  I release a low breath. OK, maybe this has nothing to do with me after all. “I’m sorry to hear that.” I look at him expectantly, waiting for him to tell me why he wanted me to stay after hours and why I am standing in his office. All he does is rake his gaze over me. He reaches up to loosen his tie and run his fingers through his hair. I wish I could do that for him, run my fingers through his head of luxurious-looking black hair. He seems troubled, as if he is battling internally with himself. I detect a play of emotion across his features and they disappear quickly. How does he do that? How does he give a slight sliver of emotion and return to cool and emotionless so quickly? It makes it difficult to read him. What is he thinking right now?

  I begin to bite my lower lip again and his gaze lands on my lips. I stop biting immediately and my tongue darts out to moisten my lips. His eyes follow my tongue’s movement. I swallow hard, feeling too hot all of a sudden. He steps toward me and I take a step back, the back of my legs hitting against his desk. I can go no further. My nervous lip-biting resumes. “Don’t do that, Navia,” he whispers, reaching out to cup my chin with long fingers. He smoothens a finger over my lower lip and I forget to continue breathing. “It’s very tempting to kiss you when you do that.”

  My eyes widen. I don’t have much experience, but I am pretty sure this is not typical employer-employee behavior. I am speechless, my mind in turmoil. Should I speak out and tell him this is not appropriate, or say and do nothing, to see how far he goes? The devil on the left side of my shoulder tells me to do the latter. “Do you have any idea why I called you in here, Navia?”

  I swallow hard. “N-Not the slightest idea,” I breathe out.

  His lips curl, “Your innocence is refreshing. Are you really as innocent as you seem?”

  “Well, I’m not exactly sure what you mean. Innocent in what way?” I watch as he peels off his jacket and throws it onto a chair. I follow his every movement, noticing how graceful and powerful each movement is. He is still standing very close, and I find it difficult to think straight.

  “I have wanted to do something since I locked eyes with you on Saturday.” His gaze lowers to my mouth. “Your full lips are very tantalizing, just like the rest of you.”

  I gawk up at him. I am in shock over his statement. He finds me tantalizing? I find it hard to believe that a man like Jason Black finds me attractive. “Err… I-I—,” my words refuse to come out properly. His lips twitch as if he is enjoying my discomfort. He lowers his head to mine, and his lips hover mere centimeters above mine. My breathing quickens. I want to pinch myself. This is playing out just like one of the dreams I had about him. Maybe this isn’t real. He doesn’t kiss me but continues to watch me intently.

  “Would you like me to kiss you, Navia?” he enquires. Hell yes! I shout in my mind. But the words can’t pass my lips. I nod. “Answer me properly,” he demands. “I want to hear you say it.”

  “I— yes,” I pant.

  “Yes, what?”

  I want so badly to feel his lips on mine. I ache for it. “I want you to kiss me.”

  “Next time make sure you say ‘please.’”

  There’s going to be a next time? Before I can analyze his statement any further, I draw in a breath as his lips capture mine. His mouth moves gently, urging my lips to move to part. I love the smooth, warm feel of his mouth, and my lips soon part to allow him entrance into my mouth. His gentle movements soon become more rough and urgent. He cups my face and forces my head back, causing me to moan in shock and delight. I moan as he ravishes my mouth. He pulls away to whisper, “You taste just as good as I thought you would.” He tastes just as good as I thought he would, as well, and his lips are just as soft. But I say nothing. What am I supposed to say? That I loved it and I want him to kiss me again? My fingers move to touch swollen lips ravaged by his passionate kiss. “Do you want more, Navia?” he asks.

  My eyes fly up to meet his, “More kissing?”

  A wicked grin forms on his lips, and I frown. “I guess you really are that innocent,” he says lowly. His grin turns into a grimace and he takes several steps back. He closes his eyes and whispers, “I shouldn’t do this. I should send you home, leave you the hell alone.”

  Alarm rises in me. “Send me home? No, please don’t. I really need this job.”

  He frowns, “It’s not about the damn job, Navia.”

  I am immensely relieved, but still confused. “Oh, then what is it about?”

  He rushes forward. “To hell with it, I can’t resist,” he growls.

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  Excerpt from Deceived By The Hitman: A Bad Boy Hitman Romance

  Rose was sprawled on the bed wearing absolutely nothing. Her eyes traveled to Mitch, who looked sexy as hell. His dangerous tattoos, along with the little stubble on his shaved face, made him look dangerous but so appealing.

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bsp; They’d just had sex, but it looked like she still wanted more. Rose had lost track of time. She figured it must be late afternoon, but it seemed like a wonderful way to spend a day. She had no intentions of going back to her dorm anytime soon.

  “What are you thinking about, Rose? You can’t seem to stop smiling. I’d like to believe that it’s because of my impressive performance in bed.” Mitch chuckled.

  “You’re so full of yourself, Mitch, but yes, I have to agree. You are a god in bed, but—”

  “But! Did I leave room for a ‘but’?” he interrupted.

  “Ha! Let me finish. But—I wouldn’t mind having another shot sometime again soon.”

  “Your wish is my command.”

  Mitch rolled her over and slowly started rubbing her soft, silky breasts again. Rose was glowing and she could feel that her body was basking in post-sex glory. However, her desire to feel Mitch and to let him inside her was overwhelming.

  She had barely met Mitch, but he knew all her erogenous zones. It was as if Mitch had a secret road map of her body. Everywhere his fingers traveled, she could feel the sensation zip right through to her core.

  “Mitch! Come inside me! Claim me.”

  Rose wasn’t coherent, but who would be with the sensations she was feeling? With this god of a man caressing and licking her nipples, she felt all kinds of crazy.

  “Rose, why don’t you take the lead this time around? I would like to see you take charge. Show me your best moves. Take this as a challenge,” he said, arching his eyebrow at her.

  Mitch knew how to keep Rose going, and with this challenge, he knew that Rose would prove her sexual prowess and ride him; and what else could a man ask for?

  In less than a second, he changed positions. Even before Rose could understand what had happened, she found herself straddling Mitch’s perfect body and her breasts dangling right over his chest. She had to admit, she enjoyed the view.

  Mitch was still hard and Rose positioned herself just so, so that the head of his cock was pressing at her center. In no time at all, his hard dick was sliding in and out of her pussy. She decided it was time to show him how good she was at taking control in bed.

  She took the pin out of her bun and let her hair fall over her face. She licked her lips as if gesturing to just how sexually excited she was, and it aroused Mitch even more. He wanted to kiss those lips and never stop.

  It was as if Rose could read Mitch’s mind, and she slowly put her lips on his and devoured him with her kisses.

  She got off his dick and broke the kiss to travel down to his chin and then down his neck, peppering kisses along the way. She kept going down further, taking her time to leave a trail of hot kisses on his body. She didn’t seem to be apprehensive of him anymore. She sat on his sculpted body and took his dick in her hand and started massaging it, gently at first and then a bit too fast. Mitch could feel his breath coming in gasps and it was hard for him to stay coherent. Nothing came to his mind; he had never climaxed like this before. He could feel a million things all at once, and when Rose pressed on the tip of his cock, he growled her name and wanted to get inside her more than anything else.

  “Damn you, my need for you will be the death of me,” he said, then rolled her over on the bed and pushed deep inside of her.

  He didn’t let Rose say another word before he found her g-spot, and together they climaxed without having to wait any longer. Rose closed her eyes and Mitch did, too, following her lead. It was a beautiful sensation, and they felt like they were floating, somewhere far away from this world, in another galaxy where the only people to exist were the two of them.

  Mitch stayed locked in the moment for some time. He forgot who he was, who he used to be, the assignment that was due and that the envelope was lying somewhere, the fact that Rose was almost a stranger, his mother whom he had to help, Fernando the agent—who would perhaps mess up his life in more ways than one, the person he was about to kill and every other damn thing.

  The only thing that mattered in that instant was Rose and her beautiful body and the sex. The sex was so goddamn exhilarating and it eased every tension in his body.

  His body was sore from the second time they had sex, Rose’s lips were swollen, her body flushed pink. She looked like she had been thoroughly satisfied, and even though her hair was a sweaty, tangled mess, she looked fantastic. It had to be said that Rose was a girl who knew how to bring a man to his knees with her body. She was someone he would never get tired of fucking, whether it be day or night.

  “Rose, have you ever heard of someone dying from having too much sex?”

  Rose laughed and lightly bit his shoulder. “Are you planning to kill me?”

  Mitch shuddered at the thought. For a moment, he wondered what happened to all those people he had killed; they would have been someone’s family, too. Someone had cared for them, too. Up until now, he had never allowed himself to feel for the ones he killed, but things were beginning to change.

  He decided this wasn’t the right time to think of these things. He would think about it when he was all alone.

  Rose could sense that something was off. “Anything bothering you, Mitch?”

  “What could possibly bother me when I have such a beautiful lady right beside me?” He kissed her nose again.

  “So, tell me how would you rate the sex?”

  “It was beyond perfect,” he said with satisfaction.

  “So, we have a shot at doing it again?”

  “What! Now?”

  “Ha, yes, if you want, but I was talking about seeing you again.”

  “Yes, I would love to see you again, too. At the risk of sounding like a cheesy pick-up line, I have to say that even though this is only our second meeting, I feel like I have known you forever.”

  Rose let his words sink in. She didn’t want to feel so much, so soon, but no matter how hard she tried, she felt herself falling for him. She knew it might be because of the sex hangover and she prayed it was, because only two meetings wasn’t enough to know a person, much less fall in love with him.

  “So, what are your plans for today?” Rose asked.

  “I haven’t thought much about it, why? What are you doing?”

  “There is this girl I want you to meet. I love her.”

  “Whoa! Are you into girls, too? That’s quite the announcement!” Mitch acted like he was shocked.

  Rose smiled and threw a pillow at him. “Asshole, she is my best friend, more of a soul sister. We grew up together and I want you to meet her because when I came here, I texted her that I wouldn’t be having lunch with her today. She will want all the details and, of course, she will want to meet you.”

  “Oh, so you want to introduce me as the new hunk you’re dating?”

  “Are we dating, Mitch?” she asked incredulously.

  “Well, we definitely had sex. If you consider having sex part of our date, then yes, we are dating.”

  “Mitch, I am serious. I am not the kind of girl who enjoys one-night stands.”

  “But we had sex in the middle of the day. So, it was technically not a one-night stand,” he said with a wink.

  Rose rolled her eyes, and Mitch realized that she was serious.

  “Before you formally announce that we are dating, why don’t we go out for a while and see how it feels? I want to test us. The sex was mind-blowing, I want to do it every day and every night, but I know that dating is a lot more than just sex. I don’t know how to explain it any better, but I am not the best guy to date. I would like to see you, have sex with you, but as we decided, this should be casual. If either of us wants to go solo, there should be no hard feelings. I am not looking to settle down. I can’t right now even if I wanted to.”

  Rose remembered that it was she who had put the conditions like that and she should be happy that Mitch was echoing her sentiments, but there was a tiny part of her that felt sad about it.

  “Yes, that’s true.”

  When she didn’t add anything, Mitch kissed h
er again.

  “I want to date you, but don’t you think we should take it a little slow? What is the hurry with me meeting your family and all?”

  “I guess you are right. I think I should get going, but hopefully we will see each other again soon.”

  “Or you could stay and we could have another round of hot monkey sex.”

  “Ha! You are crazy! The charm will wear off if we do it a too much. Let’s wait until we see each other again.”

  Rose and Mitch exchanged numbers and he promised to see her soon. Mitch could feel that Rose wasn’t the happiest, but there was little he could do about that.

  “Rose, I may have to leave the city for some work soon. I don’t know when I’ll be back, but I will call you soon. I promise.”

  She nodded and started dressing herself. They hadn’t quarreled, but the vibe in the room had shifted.

  Mitch told himself that he shouldn’t worry about it, that he did nothing wrong, but it didn’t feel right.

  He pulled her closer and kissed her passionately and just like that Rose melted into his arms. She looked up into his eyes, and he could see how vulnerable she felt.

  “We will see each other again, won’t we?” Rose asked.

  “Of course. We will. We’ll do a lot more than see each other. We are going to do a lot of smoking hot things together.” He tried to lighten the mood and gave her a sheepish smile.

  After talking for a few more minutes, Rose left and Mitch was once again all alone in his apartment.

  Though he had been alone all his life, somehow he suddenly felt lonely. He had the best start to his day with some incredible sex that made him feel as fresh as he ever had. However, things had gone downhill without a specific reason, and both of them had felt like the momentum had dropped. He didn’t know why he was feeling this way, but he decided it was time to focus on some business.