ROMANCE: BAD BOY ROMANCE: M.V.B. - Most Valuable Baby (Sports Secret Baby Romance) (Contemporary Interracial Pregnancy Romance)

by Lexi Ward

  “Well, why don’t we hit the town tonight? I’ll take you out to eat and maybe show you around,” Sable offered.

  “I don’t know,” Dylan tried to decline. He’d found himself in trouble from going out and partying on the town before. To make things worse, she was who she was, and getting caught with her would have been the kind of trouble that caught him kicked off the team. Plus, he figured she wouldn’t take no for an answer if she really did want to take him out.

  “Come on, you’ve been working pretty hard this week. You deserve a break. You let me work out getting you out of here, and we’ll go grab some dinner.” She didn’t wait for an answer before walking off in the direction of her father.

  Dylan stood and watched as Sable talked to Coach Armstrong for a few minutes. The view from the back was just as nice as the front. Her pants weren’t clingy and tight, but they definitely hugged the perfect curve of her ass. Dylan laughed to himself.

  He couldn’t believe his luck. He hadn’t even mentioned trying to find any girls to the other guys. They all seemed pretty serious. The atmosphere surrounding training was very intense. Partying was not on the list of training drills. He was also willing to bet that it wasn’t on anyone else’s mind but his.

  “If we go now, you’ll be fine,” Sable whispered urgently in his ear when she came back.

  “Wait, we’re still running drills. I need a shower, and I’m not dressed for going out. I’m still dressed for practice.” He held his arms up to show her his uniform pants and the padded undershirt he wore to ease the impact of getting sacked by defensive linemen.

  “Okay, look, go inside now and grab some clothes for tonight. Meet me in the parking lot. You can get a shower at my place,” she said firmly, gripping his arm in her petite hand.

  “Yes, ma’am. You don’t have to tell me twice,” he said and turned to run back inside.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  So, this is what life is like in the pros, Dylan thought as he stripped down in the bathroom at Sable’s loft apartment overlooking downtown. From the tall floor-to-ceiling windows set in the brick wall running along the side of building, he had been able to see the stadium out past the older buildings like the one she lived in and the modern glass towers. He wondered what the view was like at night, and he could feel his excitement stirring as he thought about the possibility of coming back to her place after dinner to find out.

  He stepped into the shower and closed her frosted glass shower door to let the hot water cascade over his body. It felt good to be in a real shower again. The water pressure in the training facility showers was pretty lacking. Sable’s water pounded his flesh and penetrated deep into his muscle tissue to massage away the soreness and stress of the past few days.

  He looked at all the products she had on the ledge in the wall of her shower, most of which he didn’t recognize. He searched through the bottles for shampoo and shower gel or body wash. He took the first body wash he found and squirted some in his hand. He wasn’t so sure about all the different scrubs with their different purposes. He just wanted to wash off his sweat and smell better for his delicious little date.

  When he finished washing and shut off the water, he thought he heard the bathroom door close. He opened the shower door and looked into the bathroom to find a towel waiting for him on the counter by the sink. He grinned at the towel, realizing she’d been in the bathroom. She’d seen him in the shower, even if it had only been a silhouette in the frosted glass. He’d figured something was up when she’d invited him to her place to take a shower. Now he was pretty sure he’d been right.

  “So, what’s for dinner?” He stepped out of the bathroom in a dress shirt and blue jeans over his boots. He’d brushed his hair out of his face and splashed on a little cologne.

  “I was thinking steak. There’s a nice steakhouse…” Sable’s voice trailed off when she turned around and saw him. He saw the desire in her light eyes as she looked him up and down. She devoured him with a single look.

  She wore a tight black evening gown that hugged every curve of her petite yet shapely figure. She threw a shawl over her shoulders and grabbed her little black clutch purse. Her dark hair bounced in tight little ringlets over her shoulders when she walked past him. He wanted to grab her and suggest staying in when he saw her waist up close. It was the perfect place for him to put an arm, but he only allowed himself a hand on the small of her back as they left her apartment.

  “You were saying,” Dylan reminded her in the hallway of her building.

  “Yes. There’s a nice upscale steakhouse just a couple of blocks from here. They’ve got the most succulent steak you’ll ever sink your teeth into. I figured we’d start there and see where the night takes us,” she said with a teasing, suggestive grin on her face. Dylan knew what he wanted to sink his teeth into, and it wasn’t a steak.

  He grabbed the door for her and held it open to let her walk through it before him.

  “And a gentleman, too. You Southern boys know how to treat a woman,” she said in delight.

  “You know, Sable, I find it hard to believe you don’t have gentlemen up here,” Dylan said, not really meaning to dodge her compliment, but the stereotype that Southerners were so much more polite than everyone else rubbed him the wrong way. He felt like everyone should have been raised to be polite and, especially, to treat women with the utmost respect.

  “Well, Dylan, you’d be surprised.” She grabbed his arm and pulled herself close to him.

  You also don’t get many women this forward back home, he told himself as he put his arm across her shoulder to block her from the cool breeze. It seemed a bit early in the year for it to start cooling off that much at night, but the weather wasn’t the only thing he had to get used to, apparently.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Sable’s date definitely stood out in the classy setting of the upscale, five-star restaurant. Vintage specialized in steak and wine. It was the steakhouse for people who wouldn’t be caught dead in a steakhouse. The tables were covered in white tablecloths with candles as centerpieces. The chairs were wide and welcoming. Sitting in them was like having a personal couch pulled up to the table.

  She wondered if Dylan had ever been in a restaurant like Vintage before. Surely, as celebrated as he had been in college, someone had taken him to a nice restaurant. He showed everyone where he was from with what he wore, she thought, and it turned her on to feel like she’d taken him out of his element by taking him there.

  Dylan wore a wide dark red dress shirt that didn’t cling to his toned body the way his t-shirts did. It still managed to emphasize his size and build, though. His jeans were tight like they were in TV ads. She tried not to be obvious about it, but her eyes had cut to his crotch to see how the fabric cupped his manhood a few times. She had been checking out her prize since he’d stepped out of her bathroom fully dressed.

  With his golden brown waves pushed back from his face and his chiseled facial features, he looked like he should have been a model or a movie star instead of a football player. Of course, being the latter meant there was a certain measure of athletic prowess she could look forward to enjoying later in the evening.

  “So, what do you think?” Sable asked her date after they were seated and had ordered their wine.

  “It’s very…cozy,” he answered slowly, pausing a moment as if he couldn’t find quite the right word. Despite the clean white linens and open expanse of the dining room, Vintage maintained a very comfortable, almost romantic atmosphere by keeping the lights low so that patrons were able to keep their focus on the people at their tables.

  “Have you ever eaten somewhere like this?” she ventured to ask, hoping she wasn’t coming across as rude. She just really wanted to know everything she could about this gorgeous man sitting with her.

  “Oh yeah, we have steakhouses everywhere back home,” he answered her, but she felt that he had somehow missed the point of her question. She wondered if he had steakhouses quite this nice in the small towns where
he’d grown up.

  “Well, order whatever you’d like,” she encouraged him as they pulled out their menus. She watched his eyes as they poured over the different options. He licked his lips while he read the descriptions of each cut of meat, as if he could devour the food from the page alone. She congratulated herself on picking the right place to take him.

  “So, do you normally take out the new guy or the out-of-towners to show them around?” Dylan asked absently without looking up from his menu.

  “No. I don’t usually have anything to do with the team. Football is my father’s passion, not mine,” she answered firmly. She thought it was cute that he kept trying to catch her off guard by dismissing her attraction to him, but she also wanted him to get the point.

  “Does that mean I’m the first one?” His eyes moved from the words in front of him to her face. She felt them touch her chocolate skin. They brushed her lips, her cheeks, and her neck. They tried to dip lower, as she’d seen them do a few times already, but her menu was in the way, blocking his view.

  “So what if you are?” She broke the hold his eyes had on hers and looked away.

  “I guess that means I should feel privileged right about now,” he played along.

  She grinned slyly, closed her menu, and put it down while she waited on their server to take their order. What she really wanted wasn’t on the menu, but she’d found a cut of meat that would hold her over until she could get the piece she really hungered for.

  Their plates were brought out, and the look of hungry, greedy desire on Dylan’s face when he saw the perfectly cooked steak in front of him made Sable have to close her knees together under the table. Desire filled her insides with an insatiable yearning for him. She didn’t know how much longer she could wait to have him.

  She watched as he took his first bite. He closed his eyes and moaned. The deeply satisfied sound made her thighs quiver with anticipation. To distract herself, she cut off a bite of her thin steak. She sank her teeth into the juicy, tender meat and knew that the night was going exactly where she wanted it to.

  CHAPTER SIX

  After dinner, Sable took him back to her loft apartment overlooking the city. The lights in the buildings and along the streets glowed and sparkled like the stars in the sky. Dylan grabbed her by her hand and pulled her over to one of the windows to look out at the beautiful skyline. His grip was powerful but gentle. She could tell he knew how to demand what he wanted while still handling his prize with care.

  “Just look at this view,” he said in amazement. After a couple of glasses of wine, that Southern drawl she’d wanted to hear came out of him like sweet molasses.

  “I see it every night, Dylan. It’s pretty, isn’t it?”

  He pulled her in front of him so that he stood behind her. She could see his face rising above her head in their reflection in window. She grabbed his hands from her hips and pulled them across her waist so that he held her.

  “It’s like all your stars fell from the sky. Look up. You can only see a few still there, as if they’re waiting for somewhere to land,” he mused.

  Sable pulled his arms tighter across her and turned around to face him. She ran a delicate, dark hand across his white cheek and stared at his lips. She tried to make him kiss her by the force of her will alone. Then, his eyes shifted, and she saw him realize she was standing right against him.

  He leaned down and planted his gentle kiss on her lips. She slid her hand from the side of his face around to the back of his head and buried her fingers in his hair. He uncrossed his arms and grabbed her hips to pull her against the desire she could feel hardening behind his jeans. His lips coached her mouth open, and his serpentine tongue wrapped around hers while their lips pressed together.

  Sable grabbed his massive arms and pulled his hands down to grab her ass. She broke their kiss and gasped as his fingers gripped her and lifted her cheeks. She grazed his neck with her teeth and started unbuttoning his shirt.

  She pulled his dress shirt and the tight t-shirt underneath it off to reveal the toned contours of his chest and stomach. She ran her fingers over the curves of his tanned skin. She wrapped her fingers around his belt and began opening his jeans to expose the prize she’d been waiting for all night.

  Dylan’s manhood reached for her after she pulled his clothes off, and she took him in her hand. Sable wrapped her fingers around his hard shaft and gave him a couple of good, tight pumps. Her fingers barely fit all the way around at his base. That was the succulent piece of meat she’d wanted in her mouth all night.

  She lightly kissed his lips. Then, she kissed his chin, his neck, down his firm chest, over the muscles in his abs, and down to where his smooth, hairless skin flattened out before his shaft sprang forth from between his legs. She brushed the taught flesh with her lips, teeth, and tongue as she kissed him from base to tip. He buried his hands in her hair and held her by the back of her head.

  With one hand gripping his shaft and the other cupping him underneath, Sable kissed the tip of his head and parted her lips to take him inside her mouth. She slid down and measured him with her mouth. When he reached the opening to her throat, she slid her head up, pulling him as she came back up slowly. Her tongue ran down the ridge under his shaft and worked it.

  “Oh, Sable, that’s so fucking good,” he moaned above her, but that wasn’t all she had for him.

  She wanted to touch herself while she worked his shaft with her mouth, but she knew she would explode as soon as her fingers met her tender folds. She pulled her mouth back and let him slide out past her lips. She grabbed his hand as she stood up and pulled him away from the windows and into her bedroom.

  Sable had a simple room with a modest, full-sized bed. She didn’t normally bring men home, but she couldn’t resist this one. She pushed Dylan onto the bed on his back and straddled him. His hard cock rubbed against her through the lace panties she’d worn for tonight. She rocked her hips so that his head stroked her lips without going in just yet.

  Dylan grabbed her dress and pulled it up over her head, revealing the black lace bra and panties she’d worn for him. She unclasped her bra to reveal her full, perky breasts to him. His massive hands cupped her dark skin, squeezing her darker nipples between his fingers.

  His gentle lips encircled on of her the hardening peaks, and his tongue flicked the tiny point of flesh, sending an electric jolt of pleasure through her body. Her breath came shakily into her chest.

  Sable reached down and pulled her panties to the side, letting the skin on his head rub against her sensitive, wet lips. She pushed herself down onto him. He parted her effortlessly and slid deep inside of her. His pale manhood filled her dark, wet desire completely. She thrust herself down on him and shoved him into her core, all the way down to his shaft.

  She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and rocked her hips against his. She’d wanted him since the moment she saw him, and the desire filled her to the point of overflowing. Everything about Dylan Green was larger than life, even the cock inside of her.

  Each time Sable shifted her hips, his head rubbed against her g-spot and pushed her closer to the edge. She ground her hips against his so that her clitoris pressed against him. She stroked herself against his hips furiously.

  “Yes, Dylan! Yes,” she cried out as her ecstasy drew closer and closer.

  He put a hand on the small of her back and one behind her neck. He pulled her body to his, and she could feel his muscles pressing against her breasts. She buried her face in his shoulder as she whined and moaned with each thrust.

  “Oh, I’m so close,” he breathed in her ear. She could feel him hardening inside of her. His flesh felt like it was straining to contain his eruption.

  “Give it to me, baby,” she whispered in his ear with her shaky voice.

  Suddenly, their bodies became one in the ecstasy that erupted between them. Her muscles clenched around the base of his shaft as her body trembled with the release of her intense pleasure. She felt his warmth filling h
er at the same time, and she rocked herself against him to draw out every last drop of his hot pleasure.

  He moaned in her ear while she worked to help him empty himself into her, and the sound of his satisfaction sent her back over the edge, knowing that she was the one who had taken him there.

  Their bodies relaxed together. Dylan lay back on the bed, and Sable lay on top of him, holding him inside her as they came down from their shared ecstasy. She ran a finger down his chest and around his nipple while he held her in his strong arms. She loved that he was so strong but was also so gentle with her. She felt safe next to him.

  She knew she needed to get him back to the training facility. It was late, and his absence had probably already been noted. Then, something else dawned on her, but she didn’t want to say anything about it. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d taken her birth control. Since she hadn’t been active in a while, she’d allowed it to run out without refilling it.