Game Day Box Set: A College Football Romance

by Lily Cahill

  “Isn’t this beautiful?” I whisper in his ear as I lightly tweak his nipple.

  “Yes,” he says, his voice hoarse. “Incredible.”

  Just as he turns to capture my mouth with his, I sit back against the bench, running my hands up my own body as I arch into a stretch. “It feels so good to be here with you.”

  His attention is fixated on my chest, where my hard nipples are pebbled against the thin fabric of my swimsuit. With the light of the stars and the moon, he can see me clearly. Idly, as if I’m alone, I take my breasts into my hands and squeeze them, which does nothing to assuage my desire.

  “So good,” I murmur, watching his eyes darken with need.

  I trail one hand up to my mouth and take one finger between my lips, swirling my tongue around a neon orange fingernail. Then I draw my hand down the center of my body, watching with satisfaction as Riley’s gaze follows my hand like it’s magnetic. A feline sound escapes me when I feel how hot I am, how full of need. Watching Riley’s face, I push aside the gusset of my suit and slip a finger into myself.

  “Fuck, baby,” Riley says, his voice reverent. His cock is making a tent in his shorts and I’m tempted to touch him, but I wait. The tables are turned, this time—I’m the one driving him crazy. The thought makes my pussy clench around my finger and I let my head drop back with a moan.

  This time when he reaches for me, I don’t shift away. His big hands cup my breasts as he licks and sucks at my nipples through the slick fabric of my suit. One hand travels down the center of my body, holding my hand in place. “Don’t stop,” he says, his eyes sparkling. “I want to feel you make yourself come.”

  I arch into him, welcoming the warmth of his hard, strong hand, but he does nothing but press my palm into my pussy. Taking his challenge, I look him in the eye as my finger begins to move in circles on my clit. Between the look in his eyes, the heat of his mouth on my breast, and my own practiced finger, it seems like only moments before I’m bucking up into his hand with the first hot rush of pleasure.

  “Don’t stop,” he says again, encouraging my frenzied finger to keep fluttering on my clit. Then he plunges two fingers inside me. My bare feet dig into the sand as my hips rise to meet him, desperate now for more, more, more.

  Wanting some of that control back, I grasp down his body until I can slip my hand beneath his shorts and take his cock in my hand. He’s hard, stuffed uncomfortably in his shorts, and he growls with frustration as he grows even harder under my hand. He pulls his fingers from me for long enough to stand and shove his shorts off so his magnificent cock can be free.

  I sit up, pulling him in by the hips as I take his cock in my mouth. His groan is long and loud as he laces his fingers into my hair, letting me set the pace and depth of his thrusts. There’s just enough light to see the look on Riley’s face as he stares down at me, and there’s so much awe and passion and lust in his expression that my heart soars in my chest.

  He must feel it too, because he hauls me to my feet for a soul-jarring, bone-deep kiss. He’s holding me tight against him, his arms locked around my back, and I’m holding him just as hard. I thought I was in love with him before, but this dizzy, glowing feeling is the biggest joy I’ve ever felt. With body and mind, heart and soul, I’ve chosen this man, and he’s chosen me in return.

  Riley shucks off my suit and sarong with one swift motion, and then we’re both naked in the tropical night. He starts to sit back on the bench, then grabs my sarong off the ground and spreads it over the seat. “So you don’t hurt your knees.”

  I laugh. “Such a gentleman.”

  He settles down against the bench and draws me to him. “I’m about to do ungentlemanly things to you.”

  “That makes it even better,” I say, grabbing his shoulders as I straddle him. The fabric of the sarong is soft against my knees, and it makes my heart soft in turn. “I wouldn’t be here without you,” I murmur, and we both know I’m not talking about Hawaii.

  “Everything is better with you,” he whispers in turn.

  The kiss we share feels endless, as if the love we pass between us only grows with the gift. I’m hardly aware of the moment when he slips into me; it feels so right, so complete.

  I ride him as the waves crash, the scent of tropical flowers so heady in the breeze. I ride him as the moon and stars sparkle above. I ride him until I explode open, every part of me bursting with pleasure, and he clenches around me, riding the explosion with me.

  The first thing I hear when I come back to myself is Riley murmuring “I love you” in my ear.

  “I love you, too,” I reply, rising up enough to smile at him. “And I love Hawaii.”

  He pulls me tighter into him. “I could love you anywhere.”

  I know what he’s talking about. The NFL draft is just a few months away. I lean back so I can see his face in the darkness. “I will love you anywhere. Any city that wants you, I’ll be there.”

  He rests his brow against mine. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

  I wrap my arms around him, reveling in this perfect moment. “You’ll never have to find out.”

  His breathing has gone short again, though our bodies are languid. “I … I was going to wait until after the draft. I wanted to know where my future was going before I asked you to join me. But I don’t want to wait. Whatever happens, Lilah, I want to be with you.”

  The serious tone in his voice gradually sinks into my sex-addled brain, and I sit up to see him better in the moonlight. “That’s what I want, too.”

  He looks up at me, his eyes clear in the silver light. “Lilah. Will you marry me?”

  I breathe in sharply, my heart suddenly pounding louder than the surf. I’ve never been the type to fantasize about my wedding day, outside of the opportunity to wear a truly fabulous dress. But now, the image of Riley waiting for me at the end of an aisle, surrounded by my friends and family, bursts into my mind. I can imagine his face, see the love shining there as clearly as it is right now.

  But that’s not what decides me. It’s the thought of all the years ahead of me, all the things I want to achieve and accomplish, and right in the center of it, Riley. The last man I thought I wanted. The only man I’ll ever need. “Yes,” I say, the words bursting from my throat.

  The air leaves his body in a shuddering breath. “Yes?”

  I take his face in my hands and see the love I never dreamed I would have. “Yes, yes, absolutely yes.”

  He gathers me close to him, his strong arms trembling with relief. “I love you so much,” he murmurs, and a happiness rushes through me that is so intense, I shudder with it.

  “Ms. Lilah Brulotte,” I whisper in his ear. “I like the sound of that.”

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  Alpha Bear Princes:

  Prince Hudson

  Chapter One

  Kay

  KAY WALKED INTO THE STATELY bar at the Glenarm Hotel looking like a million bucks. She’d spent the last two hours making sure of it. Her berry-colored dress was selected specifically for the way it hugged her curves without revealing too much. She had on her highest heels to make her seem as tall and thin as possible and her hair and makeup were done to perfection.

  She wanted Chase to regret breaking up with her. She wanted it to hurt.

  If she was being honest with herself, she wanted even more.

  Kay had thought Chase might call when she arrived in Chicago, but she hadn’t expected her phone to ring practically the minute she landed. Though she tried to restrain her hopes, they kept rising like a helium balloon.

  It’s just a friendly drink, she chided herself. Nothing more.

  But was it? Maybe over six months apart had given him time to reconsider. />
  She did a quick scan of the bar, looking for Chase.

  Her eyes landed on a tall man sitting alone at a table, engrossed in his smartphone. She recognized his face, but only from magazines. It was Hudson Royce! It didn’t seem possible, but he looked even better than he did in photographs.

  He was a hard man to miss—big and tall, all muscle and chiseled jawline. He looked more like a pro football player than the successful CEO he was. Kay felt wave of heat pass over her just at the sight of him. Which, she supposed, was natural. He was the most eligible bachelor in Chicago.

  Then something else struck her about him. He looked a lot like someone else she knew—a man named Elliott who was pursuing her best friend, Laila. The resemblance was actually uncanny. The two men were both large—tall and broad and muscular. They both had deep blue eyes and a strong chin.

  But Hudson was much more tailored than Elliott. Elliott’s hair was a mop of unruly waves—much like his carefree personality. Hudson’s hair was cut shorter and brushed smoothly back, giving an impression of control and intention. And he was so damn handsome she had to force herself to stop looking at him.

  She was here to meet Chase. But, looking around more, she saw he wasn’t here yet.

  Damn.

  She’d shown up a few minutes late hoping to make a grand entrance. Oh, well. She’d freshen up in the ladies room and give him a few more minutes.

  Kay stepped inside the restroom and immediately felt uncomfortable. Three women—tall, blond women who looked enough alike that they could be sisters—were huddled together, arguing in whispers.

  “We both talked to him. No luck.” one of the girls said. “Just do it, Annika,”

  “Why?” the woman who must be Annika asked. “He saw me already. It didn’t work.”

  “We need to be sure. Walk past him one more time.”

  “This is pointless,” Annika protested. “And humiliating. He’s obviously not interested.”

  “So make him interested.”

  Their voices quieted the moment they realized she was there. She stepped into a stall to give them some privacy, but soon heard their heels clicking on the marble tile and the door swinging shut behind them.

  What was that about?

  They were probably trying to get the attention of a man—maybe Hudson Royce, but why? They hadn’t seemed giggly like it was a dare. They’d seemed serious, like it was life or death. Kay was probably reading too much into it. Whatever was going on, it wasn’t any of her business.

  She left the stall and checked her appearance one last time. The thoughts started to rise in her again, as they did every time she looked at her reflections. Chase’s old words still rang in her ears:

  “I’m sorry, but what did you expect? You just don’t look like a CEO’s wife.”

  Who was she kidding? Nothing about her had changed. This dress wasn’t going to magically turn her into the stick-thin model-type Chase had always wanted—the kind of women he’d slept with behind her back while they were together. She’d tried to lose weight, but she was no different than she’d always been. So why would he change his mind?

  But maybe it had taken her leaving. Maybe, once she was gone, he had realized he missed her enough to look past her flaws.

  Then she remembered the way he’d looked at her the last time he’d seen her. It nearly sent her back to her car.

  He called you, she reminded herself. He called you.

  There had to be something he wanted. And maybe what he wanted was a second chance. So she would try to be strong. She would try to forget the words he’d said to her during their fight and listen to whatever it was he had to say tonight.

  She touched up her lipstick one last time and headed out into the bar.

  Chase still wasn’t there. He was fifteen minutes late now, and hadn’t so much as called.

  “I’m sorry, but what did you expect? You just don’t look like a CEO’s wife.”

  Why was it that every time she met a little hiccup, even a tiny rejection, those words came thundering back to her as the only possible explanation?

  She had to get better control of herself.

  There were so many other things about her that should matter more. She had an MBA from Princeton. She had ten interviews lined up at the most prestigious companies in the city. She had just produced a feature film for her best friend as a favor. For fun. She could handle Chase being a little late without letting her mind drown in all her inadequacies.

  She looked around to find a table. Ordering a drink would calm her nerves.

  In the distance, she spotted the three women who had been in the ladies room with her. Two of them were seated at a table as the third—the girl who was probably Annika—practically circled Hudson Royce. He wasn’t paying her the least bit of attention. He was on his cell phone, and only glanced up briefly as she passed, then glanced back down.

  At that moment, Hudson put down his phone and looked up, searching the bar. He made eye contact with Kay, and she felt her breath hitch in her throat.

  God, those eyes. Sapphire with flecks of onyx. She wanted to dive right into them.

  He stood, holding her gaze. He wore what she was sure was a bespoke suit. There was no way something that impeccable was available off the rack in that size. The guy had to be at least 6’7”. The suit was charcoal gray with a dark blue tie that brought out his eyes.

  Again, she locked on his eyes. They were absolutely stunning. So stunning, in fact that Kay realized she hadn’t moved since she’d seen them.

  But it didn’t matter, because he was walking toward her. He walked directly to her as if he’d been waiting for her all along.

  Chapter Two

  Hudson

  HUDSON STARED AT THE WOMAN who had just walked in. It was happening, he knew it was. His heart felt like it was beating at five times its normal speed. He felt light-headed and simultaneously more focused than he’d ever been in his life.

  It was her. His mate. It had to be.

  He’d never felt this way about anyone before—much less someone he’d only just seen. It was just like his Aunt and Uncle had described it to him.

  Hudson let out a soft huff of disbelief. He had wondered if it would ever happen to him. He’d hoped, but knew it wasn’t a certainty. And now it was happening.

  He studied his mate, and immediately felt like the luckiest man alive. She was fucking gorgeous. Petite in height, but curvy in all the right places. If he’d ordered her out of a catalogue she couldn’t have been more perfect. Light-brown skin and long, dark hair and beautiful, full lips. He had an immediate instinct to pick her up and carry her to his bedroom.

  Slow down, captain, he told himself.

  There would be time enough for that later. Right now, all he wanted was to hear her voice. What would it sound like? Birds? Bells? Or maybe it was deeper, fuller—sultry like a slow symphony.

  He stood and walked straight toward her. She seemed a bit startled at his approach. Could she feel it too? Women weren’t supposed to feel it, he knew, but he thought he spotted recognition behind those deep brown eyes.

  “Hello,” he said. “I’m Hudson Royce. And you are?”

  “K—Kay,” she stuttered. Honeysuckle, that’s what her voice sounded like. Light and sweet and fluttering on the vine.

  “Would you have a drink with me, Kay?”

  “Actually, I’m a—” she said. “I’m supposed to meet someone.”

  His bear let out a possessive roar in his chest, one that he had to fight to suppress from making it to his mouth.

  “Who?” he asked shortly, knowing his face had gone stoney but unable to change it. He’d chase the poor sap off. He’d eat him for dinner.

  “Um, my ah—” she stammered. “My friend.”

  “Just a friend?”

  “My ex,” the woman said.

  “Your ex?” Hudson scoffed. Under his breath he muttered, “He must be the stupidest man alive.”

  “Excuse me?” the woman laughed. The
re were the bells—full and clear and wonderful.

  Hudson raised one eyebrow. “Any man stupid enough to let you leave him is an idiot who’s not worth your time,” he said, drawing on all his charm.

  The woman rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “And what makes you so sure it was me who wanted to get away?”

  Was she being serious? Hudson growled, “Any other possibility is simply ludicrous.”

  She laughed again and it sent a thrill of warmth up his spine. He couldn’t help but grin at the sound of it.

  He took her hand and placed it on his elbow, leading her to the bar. “Come have a drink with me. Best case scenario, your ex gets hit by a car on the way over here. Worst case, you’ll make him a little jealous, which I expect is the point of that dress.”

  The woman looked down at herself and blushed. Damn, that was sexy. He could think of about a million other ways to make her blush. He wanted to try all of them.

  “What if it was the point?” she asked as he offered a hand to help her up to the stool. She was a tiny little thing.

  “Well, unfortunately for me, that dress will do its job,” he said. “Which is why I’m hoping for the hit-and-run option.”

  Hudson motioned for the bartender and ordered their drinks: an old-fashioned for him and a vodka soda with extra lime for her. The drink annoyed him. No one actually liked vodka sodas with extra lime. They were disgusting. It was the sort of thing women who were watching their weight ordered. She didn’t need to be doing that. Her body was perfection. If anything, she was a little on the small side. If she were his—hell, when she was his—he’d put a stop to that nonsense immediately.

  “Do you have any brothers, Hudson?” she asked.

  “Why do you ask?”

  “My best friend Laila is dating someone who looks a lot like you. Well, technically, she’s trying her best not to date him, but that’s beside the point.”