Big Baller: Bad Boy Sports Romance Page 15

  I watched as he walked toward a box truck parked in my driveway.

  My driveway. I loved the way the phrase sounded.

  After shutting the door, I walked to the kitchen.

  Tony sat at the island on a bar stool, eating cereal.

  “You really need to buy some more food,” he said.

  I smiled as I walked over.

  “You cooking tonight if I bring some home?”

  “Warm enough for a barbecue.”

  “I have a built-in one in the backyard.”

  “Yeah, I saw,” he said. “Steaks?”

  I stood across the island from him.

  “That sounds great. You’re going to stick around, then?”

  “Yeah. I’ve got to rest up before the next season starts. Maybe I’ll watch some television.”

  “I have all the American Greed episodes recorded.”

  He nodded then took another bite of Cheerios.

  “I’ll be back later. Do you want to invite Jamie to dinner?”

  “Yeah, I’ll call her.”

  “Great.” I walked around and kissed him on the cheek. “See you later.”

  Walking outside to my new car, I called Jessica and told her to get ready for a shopping spree like no other.

  TWENTY-EIGHT

  Heidi

  Jessica and I sang along to the song on the radio as I zoomed down the highway toward the North Olmsted mall. We were having a grand old time until I saw police lights behind us.

  “Crap,” I said, looking in the rear view mirror.

  “What?” Jessica asked.

  “Cops. You don’t have anything on you, do you?” I asked as I slowed down.

  “No,” she said.

  I shot her a look.

  “Are you lying? You need to tell me now.”

  “I might have an empty baggy or something in my purse.”

  My heart beat faster as I pulled over on the median.

  “Can you get the registration out of the glove box?”

  “Yeah,” Jessica said, reaching forward.

  An officer appeared at her door and knocked on her window.

  I rolled it down with the button on my door.

  “Let me see your hands,” he said. “Is this your car?”

  He looked into the window and directly into my eyes.

  “Um, yeah. It’s my car. Why?”

  “You were speeding. I’m going to need license and registration, please.”

  “That’s what she was getting,” I said.

  “No need to get snippy, ma’am.”

  Did he just call me ma’am? I don’t look that bad today!

  “It’s okay,” Jessica said. “Here.”

  She handed him the registration as I fumbled in my purse for my wallet and driver’s license.

  “Here,” I said, passing the identification to Jessica.

  The officer took it from her and sauntered back to his car.

  Vehicles shot by just outside my window. I took a deep breath.

  “We’ll be okay,” Jessica said. “Probably just a ticket.”

  “Tony will never let me live this down.”

  “Don’t tell him.”

  I frowned.

  “No, I can’t hide things from him.”

  “Uh oh,” she said in a serious tone.

  “What?”

  “Sounds like you love him.”

  “I do, Jessica, it’s just… I don’t know.”

  “Well, I think you do know.”

  The State Trooper returned and passed my I.D. and registration to Jessica.

  “I’m going to let you ladies off with a warning, but you need to watch your speed.”

  “Thanks, officer,” Jessica said, flashing him a smile.

  After he walked back to his car, I glanced in the side mirror and pulled forward on the median, waiting for the right moment to merge with traffic.

  “See,” Jessica said. “You have a nice car, and the cops treat you different.”

  “Well, we have the good car now.”

  “That we do.” She paused, then added. “What are we getting today, anyway?”

  “Anything you want, Jessica. Absolutely anything.”

  I turned to smile at her as we got closer to the mall.

  * * *

  Later that afternoon, we returned to my house with a car full of stuff she had wanted or could use to make her life better. In all, I spent well under ten thousand dollars – not too much.

  I saw Jamie’s car in the driveway as we pulled in.

  “Who’s that?” Jessica asked.

  “Tony’s sister. You’ll like her.”

  “I don’t know. Maybe you should take me home.”

  “What? No. I got these steaks and stuff for us. Tony is going to cook.”

  “You have him cooking for you too? Damn, girl.”

  She shook her head in amazement.

  I smiled, taking it all in stride.

  As much as I hated to admit it to myself, the sudden access to money was changing me. Whether it was for the better or not, I wasn’t sure, but there was no denying it was having an effect on my life.

  We carried the food through the house and into the kitchen. Tony and Jamie sat at the island. Both of them looked up when we walked in.

  “That’s a lot of food,” Tony said, standing up.

  He walked over and took one of the two bags in my hands.

  “Thanks. Just some steaks and potatoes and stuff.”

  “Great. The grill is fired up and ready to go.”

  Jamie walked over and stuck out her hand to Jessica.

  “Hi, I’m Tony’s sister.”

  “Nice to meet you,” Jessica said.

  As they shook hands, I set the bag down on the counter.

  Tony did the same, looking into the paper bag. He pulled out a package of steaks wrapped in white paper. The butcher we’d stopped at on the way back from the mall said they were the best.

  “I can work with these,” Tony said.

  “You need help?” I asked him.

  He shook his head.

  “I got it. You probably have more bags in the car, right?”

  “Just stuff for Jessica,” I said quietly.

  Tony kissed me on the lips then carried the steaks outside to the back patio. I turned and saw Jessica and Jamie standing next to each other not really saying anything.

  “Some wine?” I asked.

  “Yeah, that sounds good,” Jessica said.

  “I’m always down for wine,” Jamie added.

  As I retrieved a bottle of red, I hoped she didn’t drink too much. Was it wrong asking her to have a drink? She could be cut off if she did.

  By our second glass of wine, we were all talking and laughing at a table next to the pool. I glanced over at Tony by the grill, a bottle of beer in his hands.

  “Smells good,” I called out.

  He looked over and smiled. The problems we’d had and even the craziness at the stadium with Ugly Stan and the escorts drifted away.

  Dinner went wonderfully. Jamie and Jessica both held back on the wine. Tony’s sister even offered to drive Jessica home. I loved the idea.

  * * *

  After the others left, I returned to the living room. Tony sat in the recliner I’d bought for him. He glanced over and smiled as I walked closer.

  “You’ve got that look on your face,” he teased.

  “What look?” I asked innocently.

  “The one I like.”

  I reached the recliner and stepped between his legs before leaning over. With my hands on his shoulders for support, I kissed him on the lips.

  He put a hand on my waist while I wasted no time kissing my way to his neck. My hands slid down the front of his body, lifting off his shirt.

  I kissed his chest, paying attention to every inch. Tongue out, I trailed it lower, tracing the treasure trails of his sculpted abs. My hands fumbled with his pants.

  “What are you doing?” he asked.

 
; “You know what I’m doing. Sit up.”

  He did as I said, allowing me to pull his khakis down to his ankles along with his boxer-briefs. My heart beat faster as I kneeled between his legs.

  I stared up at his face as I grabbed his masterpiece. He stared back as I stroked. Neither of us said a word as his marvelous cock hardened.

  He put his hand on the top of my head but didn’t press down. I still knew what he wanted. Still staring into his eyes, I opened my mouth.

  As I slipped the tip of his dick in, my lips wrapped around the smooth, warm skin. He smelled like charcoal and a cool autumn breeze, the ultimate male.

  I allowed more of it into my mouth, swirling my tongue back and forth over the bottom. He squirmed in his seat but didn’t stop me from moving my head up and down.

  The smooth shaft got even harder as I made love to his cock with my mouth. I had gone down on other men before, but this was different. His moans and groans turned me on.

  My hand slid up and down, stroking him while I concentrated on his thick, mushroom head. He was circumcised, which I preferred. Nothing against foreskin, but it freaked me out.

  I removed my head and took a deep breath as I stared at his pleasure-filled face. He had this look in his eyes, this hunger hard to describe with words. It too was different than most men I’d been with before.

  He leaned forward and grabbed my shoulders.

  “Come here,” he said urgently.

  I shook my head then put his cock back in my mouth. He fell back, gripping the armrests as I moved my mouth up and down even faster.

  “Fuck, baby... Yes. Don’t stop.”

  My hand and mouth worked together to bring him to the very edge. When I felt him about to pop, I stopped completely. He adjusted his body again, cock swinging back and forth.

  “We’re going to make this a big one,” I said in a sexy tone.

  I lightly ran a finger up his entire length. His breathing increased even more.

  “Do it,” he hissed.

  “Not yet, baby. You’re gonna like it.”

  I leaned forward, brushing my cheek against his quivering cock.

  “Fuck…”

  After teasing a few more moments, I resumed stroking him. He sat up, staring down at me urgently while still tightly gripping the arms of the recliner.

  I stared into his eyes, waiting for that moment of no return. When it came, I slowed down or took my hand away completely, driving him wild.

  “Heidi,” he begged.

  A grin fell over my face as I reveled in the power I held over him.

  Build up. Back off. Repeat.

  Ten minutes later, I had him panting for release.

  He looked at me wildly.

  “Do it. Now.”

  I wrapped my lips over his throbbing flesh and sucked up and down. His warm, sticky seed shot into my mouth, gobs of it. When he stopped after four or five spurts, I lifted my head and looked at his face.

  He still had this faraway look in his eyes as if his mind and body were no longer connected normally.

  “Fuck,” he said as he struggled to catch his breath.

  I stood and crawled into his lap, resting my head against his chest. His heartbeat made me feel safe, secure, and somehow complete with his arms around me holding tight.

  “You’re amazing,” he said.

  “No, you’re incredible.”

  “You’re one-of-a-kind.”

  I giggled at his word game.

  We made love later that evening.

  Both of us gave another top performance.

  I fell asleep cuddled against his ripped body.

  TWENTY-NINE

  Tony

  I woke in Heidi’s bed to the sound of my phone buzzing. Where is she? I wondered as I leaned over and grabbed my phone from the nightstand.

  “Hello?” I answered.

  “Bro. Can you make it over to my house. We have a problem.”

  “What are you talking about, Harris?”

  “Just come over quick. The entire team is at stake.”

  “Fuck,” I grumbled after he ended the call.

  I sat up and stretched before checking my phone for a text from Heidi. She had sent one an hour earlier. Her and Jessica were shopping for a used car.

  On the way to her bathroom, I sent her a message back saying I would be at Harris’ house for the rest of the day and I’d see her later that night.

  What the hell did Harris have going on? I had no answers as I undressed then stepped in her shower and turned on the water. This season would be our last chance to win big.

  After Coach Underwood left, we would have no hope of winning a single game let alone the whole championship. I needed to get the team ready to go all the way.

  I finished my shower then headed to Harris’ house, which wasn’t far away from Heidi’s new place. He greeted me at the door with a goofy smile on his face and wearing nothing but a pink, silk robe.

  “What’s going on?” I asked, irritated at him.

  “Get in here,” he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me.

  I stepped in the house. He slammed the door shut, looking around wildly.

  “Are you fucking high right now or something?”

  “Just a bit of coke, but it’s okay. Really.”

  His words came out super-fast as his eyes darted around.

  “They’re going to be fucking drug-testing us,” I said.

  “Don’t worry about it. My system will be clean.” He sniffed and rubbed his nose with the back of his hand. “It’s all these fucking whores.”

  “What?”

  A woman screamed from further in the house.

  “Shit, bro. We gotta go. Come on.”

  What the hell? I thought as I followed him into the living room.

  Three women – all naked – stood near each other. Two of them were laughing and pointing at the third.

  “What’s going on in here?” Harris demanded.

  His robe came open, causing the women to giggle.

  “What’s so fucking funny?” he asked.

  I shook my head.

  “What are you ladies doing here?” I asked.

  “They’re not ladies,” Harris said in a matter-of-fact tone. “They’re whores.”

  At the mention of the derogatory term, a naked redhead with a B-cup dashed forward and slammed her fist into Harris’ chest. He merely laughed, grabbing her arm.

  “You’re hurting me,” she protested.

  “Cut it out, man,” I said, walking toward him.

  “Fuck you, Tony,” he spat, spinning to face me. “You ain’t shit to me.”

  “You need to fucking cool it,” I said.

  I’d grabbed a cup of coffee on the way over to his house, but skipping breakfast had my nerves on edge.

  “What are you going to do about it?” he asked, puffing his chest out. “I’m helping these women, and I’ll call them anything I want because I’m their boss.”

  “Their boss? Why are they here?”

  “You told me to get them out of the stadium, right?”

  He grinned, proud of himself.

  “Yeah, but I didn’t mean bring them home and fuck them after getting coked up. What the hell are you thinking?”

  “You’re pussy-whipped, man.”

  I stepped forward, invading his space.

  “Why? Because I love a woman and respect her? Fuck you, Harris.”

  “Take that back, bro,” my teammate said.

  I stood still, not moving an inch as he came forward.

  “Look, man, I’m in trouble. Can you help me out?”

  “What are you even talking about?”

  He frowned.

  “Can you keep these ladies at your house for a while?”

  “No,” I said firmly.

  “You’ve got to help me,” he begged, sounding desperate.

  “How is bringing them to my house helping.”

  “Their real boss, some guy named Stan, is coming over. He can’t
find them here.”

  I crossed my arms over my chest and shook my head slowly from side to side.

  “Can’t do it, man.”

  “You owe me,” he said. “Remember…”

  “Alright,” I said, cutting him off. “For how long?”

  “Just an hour or two, bro.”

  “They need to get dressed.”

  “Yeah, yeah, sure,” Harris said frantically then turned to the women. “Get dressed. Hurry up. You’re going with Tony.”

  “When you going to pay us,” a fine-looking African-American woman said while staring at Harris.

  “Later,” he hissed. “Now get out of here while I get dressed.”

  This is so not a good idea, I thought as the women dressed in what little clothes they had with them. Was this the life Heidi had been heading toward?

  “Let’s go, big daddy,” the redhead said, putting her hand on my arm. “You this big everywhere?”

  I shook my head.

  “Come on.”

  The three thin women crammed into the back of the Mercedes. I kept glancing back at them in the rear view mirror as they whispered to each other and giggled the entire drive to my house.

  Harris would owe me big after this favor, which meant I had leverage to get him to concentrate on the upcoming season and winning the championship finally. I needed to win badly.

  * * *

  As the three women sat on my leather couch watching The Real Housewives of Orange County and arguing amongst themselves, I called Harris again.

  They had burned through three episodes already and were getting antsy. Heidi hadn’t called. If I got lucky, she would come over and find the women at my house.

  We weren’t doing anything, but it didn’t look good. Harris didn’t answer. I left another message.

  “Get your ass over here and pick them up now.”

  As I ended the call, someone knocked on the door.

  “That the pizza?” the redhead asked.

  All three of them laughed some more.

  I shook my head as I walked to the door.

  This better be Harris. He owes me huge.

  On the other side of the door, I saw Heidi.

  My heart sank as she wrapped her arms around me.

  We hugged a moment before she walked inside.

  “Um, Tony…”