Off the Field: Bad Boy Sports Romance Read Free

day,” Laura said.
    “I was wondering what happened to you.”
    “Well, I’m here. You’re still up?”
    “I was sleeping…”
    “I’m sorry,” she interrupted.
    “It’s fine. I’m in college, so I’m used to not sleeping a lot.”
    “I’m at the door.”
    “Hold on, I’ll be down.”
    “The door is open.”
    “Just come up to my room. It’s the last one on the left when you go upstairs.”
    “Hi guys,” she said, obviously not to me.
    I disconnected the call and took a deep breath. While I needed her financial help, I wasn’t in the mood for her haughty attitude.
    “Peace offering,” she said, holding out a bottle of tequila as she walked in my room.
    “I can’t drink,” I said, forgetting for a moment I’d lost my scholarship.
    “Come on, you can have one drink with your sister,” she said. “Do you have glasses up here or are we going to have to chug from the bottle?”
    “Stepsister,” I corrected.
    “Whatever. It’s been too long since we’ve seen each other.”
    She sat on the bed next to me and twisted the cap off the bottle. After taking a swig, she passed it to me. I looked at it a moment. Because I had a sports scholarship, I never got to attend any parties. Well, I could go, but without drinking it was a bit pointless. I slowly raised the bottle to my lips and took a sip. Warmth spread down my throat and through my body.
    “Damn,” she said, taking the bottle from me, “That’s it lightweight?”
    “My soccer scholarship,” I argued.
    “I thought you lost it.”
    “That’s why I invited you over. I don’t want to drop out of school. My grades are my own fault, but you don’t know what it’s like to work, go to classes, and be on the soccer team…”
    “Calm down, I’m not here to judge you.”
    When she put her hand on my back, I stood up.
    “What’s wrong?” she asked.
    “I need help, but I don’t want to owe you any favors.”
    I stared directly into her eyes. They were so blue and beautiful.
    “You won’t owe me, silly.”
    “Sure. I believe you,” I said with plenty of sarcasm.
    “No. Really. I just want to help.” She took another swig of alcohol. “I like you, Lance.”
    Whenever she said my name, my heart beat faster. Urges stirred deep inside me. I stepped forward, bent down, and kissed her on the lips. To my surprise, her arms snaked around my back, pulling me closer as her mouth opened. Our tongues danced a timeless dance that brought pleasure to the forefront of my mind. Time ceased to be.
    “What about our parents?” she asked.
    “They don’t even love each other. Not like we do,” I replied, kissing her again.
    She pulled down the sweat pants I had on, exposing my dick. It didn’t feel wrong at all, especially when she wrapped her thin, cool fingers around my thick, hot cock. I grabbed one of her breasts through the top she had on. A moment later, I pulled it over her head. As I reached around to undo her bra, she gave me a few tugs and squeezes.
    Once her beautiful breasts were free, I swooped in and took one of those dark, hard nipples between my lips, sucking on it. She moaned as I moved to the other one. It was just as sweet. When she pushed me back a bit, I was worried until she bent forward and slipped the tip of my dick past her soft, red lips. I put my hand on the back of her head, just holding it there while she moved her head up and down.
    When she stopped and looked up at me, still stroking it, I forgot about all my problems in the world. Only one thing mattered to me. I wanted my penis deep inside her tight, wet pussy. When I was all up in it, I would fuck her hard and fast, all the passion that had built up for years escaping all at once. And from the way she looked into my eyes, I was sure she wanted the same.
    As I took off my shirt, she undid her pants and wriggled them onto the floor. She scooted back on the mattress. I got on my knees in between her legs. Propped up by her elbows, she stared deep into my eyes. The