Go Long
By Joanna Blake
Release Date: April 11, 2016
Cover Design: Mayhem Cover Creations
Model: Chase Ketron
Photographer: Furious Fotog
There's a cardinal rule in football that you never break. You don't mess around with another player's girl and you don't touch the coach's daughter. Well, I've never been good at following the rules.
Belinda Carmichael is uptight, prissy and the hottest girl I've ever seen. She's also the head coach's precious baby girl. And she's entirely off limits.
The trouble is, I didn't know who she was when I met her. And she had no idea I was her daddy's newest star player. It was her job to show me around campus, and I showed her a lot more than that. But we fumbled the ball – she never told a soul who got her pregnant.
Not even me, the baby daddy.
As the quarterback I'm not supposed to date the coach's daughter. I'm definitely not supposed to knock her up. Well, too bad. I don't just want to date her. I don't just want her in my bed. I want to score the ultimate, game-winning touchdown.
Her heart.
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"How do you like our campus so far Kyle?"
Kyle smiled benignly at my mother. He looked as innocent as a
choirboy. Meanwhile, under the table his foot was brushing mine. I wasn't sure
if it was deliberate until he did it again. I scowled at him as he oozed charm
and good will. All false of course.
I wasn't fooled.
"It's the most beautiful I've ever seen. And the students
have been... very friendly."
He grinned at me pointedly and popped a bite of food into his
mouth. He made it clear he was talking about me as his foot caressed mine
again. I kicked him and he nearly choked. I smiled serenely as my father
pounded his back.
Kyle glared at me as he wiped his mouth.
I gave him a look that clearly said 'two can play at that
game.'
"Thank you, Coach."
"Make sure you chew your food, boy. Can't lose you before
the season starts!"
I put my chin on my hand and smiled sweetly. I knew more about
sports than most men. But Kyle didn't know that. I intended to milk it.
"Daddy, isn't it unusual to put a walk-on on the
team?"
"Hardly ever happens. But Kyle here is an unusual young
man."
"He is?"
"He's unnaturally talented on the field Bellie. His
military training had a lot to do with it, but some people are just
naturals."
"Bellie?"
Kyle's eyes were glowing mischievously. I could have screamed.
My plan to control the conversation had completely backfired. If he started
calling me 'Bellie' I would lose it. I really would.
"That's what we call our little girl. Did you know they
actually pay her to attend school? She had a full ride of course, but they
actually give her a stipend and all sorts of administrative jobs for extra
money. She has career academic written all over her."
I groaned inwardly. Did he have to make me sound like a 12
year-old or a grandma? That's what I was really. Kyle was right when he called
me Miss Priss. Just a little girl who acted like the biggest, most responsible,
boring goodie two shoes ever to walk the face of the-
Kyle was staring at my breasts. Not just staring either. He
licked his lips and made an appreciative grimace. Like he couldn't stand being
this close to me and not touching me.
I coughed, nearly spitting out my mashed potatoes.
He was touching me with his eyes. It was practically foreplay!
I tried to ignore him but it was too late. A hot pool of lust had settled in my
belly. I crossed my arms, realizing my nipples were hard. I jumped up, knocking
over my glass of iced tea.
Thankfully it was almost empty.
"Bellie! Are you alright?"
"Just- chilly. I want to grab a sweater."
"Alright but come right back and we can clear the
table."
"Yes, mom."
I practically ran from the room. I could feel Kyle's eyes
boring into my back. I heard him ask where the restroom was and excuse himself.
Argh!!! He was following me!
I ran for my bedroom and started to slam the door but he
caught it with the palm of his hand.
"Where are you running to... Bellie?"
He was grinning at me like the cat who ate the canary. I had
the sudden urge to smack the smug look off his handsome face. His eyes slid
over my body, even more blatantly than before. I grabbed a light cardigan,
angrily pulling it over my arms. I buttoned the center of it.
"Don't call me that!"
He just shook his head, leaning against my doorframe.
"Why not? You know I can still see those perfect tits of
your, Bellie. Your nipples are practically poking a hole through that
sweater."
I gasped.
"My father will hear you!"
He grinned.
"No. He won't."
He stepped into my room and I stepped backwards until my back
was against the wall. He loomed over me, saying nothing.
Then he ran his hands over my shoulders, deliberately brushing
my breasts with his forearms.
"Did I do that to you, Miss Priss?"
I opened my mouth but no words came out. He was making me
confused dammit! And he had done this to me... without even touching me, I was
aroused like never before.
Well, like only once before anyway.
"Meet me tomorrow after practice at my dorm. Unless you
want me to tell your father you've been breaking all his precious rules."
I glared at him.
"Blackmail? Really?"
He nodded slowly.
"I will stoop to anything to get what I want, Bellie.
What we both want."
I inhaled sharply as he leaned forward, his lips brushing my
ear. I closed my eyes, feeling my heart thud in my chest. My whole body felt
alive. I could feel the heat rolling off him. The strength. I could smell that
clean manly scent... images of our night together flooded my mind against my will.
I whimpered, ready to fall into his arms. All he had to do was kiss me.
But he didn't. He just breathed four soft words against my
ear, sending shivers down my spine. At that moment, even my goosebumps had
goosebumps.
"And I want you."
When I opened my eyes, he was gone.
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