ROMANCE: DBL Coverage (Bad Boy Sports Romance)(Alpha Male Football Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Womens Fiction Romance) (24 page)

Chapter 4

“How did you do that?”

“Oh, I always have a driver close by. Chicago after dark is nowhere to be walking around.”

“Small business man huh?”

She felt the leather of the seats and scooched over for him to get his large frame inside. He overwhelmed her and the vehicle with his size. The car started to drive away and all she could think about was his thigh touching hers and the heat the exuded from him. “So where are we going?”

“My house.”

“Wait, I am not having sex with you. I thought I made that clear.”

“You did, though there is always the chance you will change your mind. I was going to show you something that I was trying to look up.”

“Are you sure it is not your ten inches?”

His eyes darkened and she thought he was going to do just that for a moment, but then he turned away. Her eyes went to the front of his pants and she could see a definite bulge in the front. Tilly squeezed her thighs together again.

“I meant a small statue. I was trying to figure out what the symbols meant.”

“Did you find what you were looking for?”

“I think I did, yes.”

She was not under any allusions as to what he meant by that or how much he affected her. The back of the car was getting smaller by the second as he looked down at her with a very untamed look. “I really think I should get back to the shop, it is going to be closing soon.”

“I am sure Marla will help you with it.”

He thought of everything and his eyes trained on her lips. She bit them out of the desire to say something, but she knew it was not wise to. “How far is it to your place?”

“I have one in town here not far away. Are you really in that big of a rush to get away from me?”

She shrugged. “You make me nervous.”

“That sounds like a good thing to me.”

“It’s just been a while I guess.” His eyes flared and she corrected herself. “You know, since I have felt this nervous.”

“Either way I like the sentiment.”

“So what were you going to show me again?”

“Little statues and a few other things I have found over the years. You seemed into it and I haven’t met many people that are, especially not as pretty as you.”

Tilly was trying desperately to get her breathing back to normal. Trying to forget about the one thing she wanted to do more than anything else. What was keeping her from doing it, she wondered? She couldn’t think of an answer, but thankfully the car finally stopped. Before she could turn for the door, the car started moving again and he chuckled when it was clear what she was trying to do.

“You are that anxious to get away from me.”

She nodded, though it didn’t seem to bother him naught. He knew exactly why she wanted distance and that made him think that he was doing something right.

“What are you so afraid of, that I will touch you and you will not want to stop me?”

Another nod. At least she was honest, he thought. If only she would give him a moment more, she would no longer fight him on it. Thomas didn’t remember ever wanting someone so much in his life. He convinced himself that he had built her up in his head that day they had met, but it was clear that he hadn’t. He felt even stronger about it and he could see her breathing quickly. She wanted him to kiss her, she begged for it in her own way and he was helpless not to oblige.

Bending down towards her, he lifted her chin up with his hand. He waited for her eyes to finally rise to meet him and it was only then that his mouth moved down to kiss her on her lips. It was so soft that it took Tilly off guard. She wanted more and she was the one that became aggressive. This time when she ended up against him and on his lap, she could feel a hardness against her that made her gasp slightly. There was more coloring in her cheeks, but his hands cupped and grabbed, twisting and flicking in all the right places.

How she became straddled to him, she didn’t know. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as her hips ground on his long length. The movement of his upward thrust ran his bulge against her covered core, making it weep further. She pulled back, her moan low as he rubbed harder, his hands dragging her down onto him with a strong grip on her hips.

Tilly was quickly becoming malleable in his hands and she was becoming far more responsive. His ego stroked slightly as she whimpered above him. Thomas kissed her neck and then down her exposed shoulder. Tilly wanted more and when his hand snaked underneath her skirt and then her panties, she was lost in the touch of him.

Thomas felt her wetness and his hand started to rub through her underwear. He couldn’t stop until he watched her face started to tighten, as well as her grip and the grinding on his hands increased. He wished he had been inside of her to feel that, but a small amount leaked out onto his hand to sweeten the deal. She was still grinding against his painful cock and his hips still rose to meet her each time her body came down on top of her.

He was losing his control, his fingers pushing underneath the fabric and then yanked hard to one side to rip it free and give him more access. Once he could feel less in between their two desires, his hands pulled her dress down and started to suckle on her nipples greedily. Tilly was lost in the moment and gripped his head against her, not letting her mouth move an inch. “Yes, oh please.!”

Her words were cut off by another wave of pleasure from his masterful hands. She was riding his fingers and hard bulge in his pants, her tits bouncing in his face as she freed them from his mouth. It was what she had worried about, the loss of control with such a dominate man could be devastating to her resolve. In that moment, it was absolutely gone.

The car stopped short suddenly and it pulled her off of him and almost into the floorboard. Thomas cursed and helped her up. They were there, but it was not how the car should be driven and he told himself he would fire the new driver later. He may have just ruined his night by breaking the spell.

He tried to pull her back onto his lap, but she resisted and looked out the window. “Where are we?”

“My house in the city.”

Her eyes took in the large walls and columns that ran along the front f it. “This is your house?”

He nodded. “Do you like it?”

“Wait, what is your last name again?”

Thomas had not thought about what he had told her before. He had forgotten how much she detested people like him in the moments that she was so close. Why had he brought her here?

“Longhairn.”

“A small business owner huh? When did your chemical company become a small business? It is worth billions and you said you rented a suit. I knew you were full of shit, but wow.”

A switch had been tugged to one side that no one had seen and she looked like she wanted to get away from him for a whole other reason. “I don’t see what the big deal is. So what if I have a bit of money.”

“A bit of money? That is only something that someone like you would say. A bit of money.”

“Why are you so mad all of a sudden? I don’t get it.”

“Just let me go so I can get out.”

Her eyes had no problem meeting his, the gaze cool and disgusted. “Now.”

He released his hold on her arm and she opened the door in front of his compound. That is what the papers called it when he started to build it, pushing people in 2 blocks of town out so he could build it in the first place. The building plans had been argued for almost a year before money was exchanged behind closed doors. Tilly felt almost sick to her stomach as more realizations came to pass. Ignoring him, she started to walk out of the gated compound. It looked like a prison as high as the walls were. She just needed to get out of there.

Her hands shook a little as she got out her phone. She tried to call Bree but she was not picking up and instead finally she called Marla and asked her for a ride. He lived on the other side of town, in the off shoots of the city with less crime to worry about. It was just too far to walk and she was thankful that the older woman still believed in having a car and just commuting in. She called back when she was close and Marla picked her up in her old station wagon. They made jokes that it was almost as old as she was and to be honest, Tilly wasn’t that far off.

“Hey. So what are you doing over here Tilly?”

Tilly sighed and looked out the window of what the other half lived like. “Do you realize who he was?”

“No, who?”

Thomas Longhairn of Longhairn Industries.”

Marla blanched. “Surely not.”

Tilly shook her head sadly. It was sad that the first person she had felt anything for in a long time was a Longhairn. The two women didn’t say much on the way home and as Marla pulled up at her house, she had about the same look. “Do you want me to stay with you for a while?”

“No, I’m good. Thanks for the ride. I will see you in the morning.”

Chapter 5

Thomas watched her leave and really thought she had lost her mind or something. It was worse than the look in the bookstore. It was like she immediately hated him when she found out who she was. What had he done that was so bad and directed to her?

He was amazed, perturbed, something more. Sitting in the back seat, he called up his friend and had him delve deeper into the woman and her small bookstore on the corner of 12
th
. Finally getting out, he looked up at the lonesome house. Everything seemed to pale when she was gone and Thomas was determined to find out what had taken her away again. He was so frustrated with it all, that he considered calling a female friend in to take care of his needs, but he knew it would not be what he wanted. What he wanted was the enchanting creature that seemed to have no idea how much she affected him. The only problem was that she didn’t seem to want him, at all.

The next day he got a report and he looked through the woman’s life. More than most people would know about their significant other after years of marriage. There was something missing though. All of it told him more about her, but there was nothing that gave him what he needed. He needed to know why she had immediately hated him so. What in the world had he done to a college student from Indiana? None of it made sense and he asked for more.

“There has to be something Chuck, find it.”

The man would never say a word, but he heard the hesitation in his voice. He was becoming obsessed with her. In a way that it was affecting everything, his work, personal life, physically and most definitely in his dreams. To assure himself that he had totally not lost it, Thomas had invited one of his friends around. He was getting into it, when she spoke and it ruined it for him. He hadn’t even realized that his eyes were closed and he was envisioning Tilly. Thomas didn’t know what to do in the situation he was in, because he had never been in it before.

After nothing came up that made any sense, he tried to go back down there but his ally, turned into his enemy. “I am sorry Sir, but she will not be in to see you.”

“Can I get her number or will you let me know when she will be in again?”

Marla crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t think you understand. She will never be in to see you Longhairn. Have a good day now.”

She walked into the back, refusing to talk to him. He gritted his teeth and finally left in a huff. It was clear that Tilly didn’t want to see him again, but Thomas had never been one to take no for an answer. He had half a mind to go back in there, search her out and make her listen. Thomas had a feeling that was not the way to go with her, but she was leaving him far less of a choice.

Frustrated he left and went back to work. He was supposed to have meetings the rest of the day, but he canceled them all. Tilly was becoming the one woman that he thought about and the one person he couldn’t have. It was a vicious cycle that was driving him crazy. The only thing he could do was leave and decide what to do next. Thomas did not give up that easily.

***

The man tried to forget her and all that had happened between them. He tried to forget the way she had tasted on his lips and the wetness that he could still feel on his fingers. She was haunting him and after another failed attempt to move on, his manhood is what brought him to her house at ten o’ clock at night. He knew she was home and he sat in the car, trying to get up the nerve to speak to her.

When he finally got out, his stomach was in knots. He didn’t quite understand what she was doing to him, but it was enough to drive him completely mad. So, the need spurred him towards the paint-chipped door. His hand knocked firmly, not wanting to give himself an excuse to turn and walk away when she didn’t hear it. Thomas heard movement behind the door and then a tall, black-haired girl answers.

“Is uh, Tilly here?”

“Yeah hold on.”

She shut the door partially and hollered up the stairs, “Tilly, some guy is here to see you?”

“What guy?”

“I don’t know, he’s cute.”

Thomas smiled for a moment at the conversation, but then he heard a sigh and the sound of her coming down the stairs. His heart stopped as he caught a glimpse of her in a pair of short-shorts and a tank top. It was not like when he had seen her before. She was always so covered up, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Now it was down around her shoulders, curving around the swell of her breasts. His pants tightened and he groaned inwardly.

She opened the door and almost shut it back in his face. He stopped it with his hand and she made a sound of anger. “Just go.”

“Look, I don’t know what happened or why you are so mad at me, but I am sorry, for whatever reason I need to be. But I can’t stop thinking about you, like all the time. I don’t know what else to say but that. I have never felt this way before and I don’t want it to all go away. You can’t tell me you don’t feel the same way. It is madness to do this. What is it, what happened? Because I have money?”

“No because you are a Longhairn and just like your father.”

He shook his head. Now she was bringing his father into this? “What are you talking about?”

“You remember that small town outside of Indianapolis?”

Thomas did, his mind filling with images of a train crash that killed many as the chemicals being hauled exploded. The town would forever be in his mind. He wasn’t but ten or so when it happened, but he remembered more acutely what it had done to his father. The man had died with the rest of the town, but nothing could be done. Eventually he paid the right people up, to make it all go away, but Thomas knew that he had always thought about it since. It was the town that in a way haunted his family to that very day. “Orson.”

“And that is what I am talking about.”

“I was not even ten when that happened. That was not my doing.”

“True, but what are you running out west as we speak? Without the proper tanks and manpower, I would imagine to save a few dollars. It is another accident waiting to happen. Apple never falls far from the tree. Do you realize I have picketed outside your fortress Thomas? Not your father that stepped down six years ago, you. So don’t tell me that you are innocent.”

Thomas took a step back like he was physically hit. Why hadn’t he seen it? Recognized that her hometown was next to that one? Because it was so long ago. Turning her back to him, she shut the door, not looking back once. He stood there for several moments, his thoughts racing at the change that he had not seen coming. That was unusual in and of itself, for him to be taken off guard in such a way.

His hand hovered by the door, he was going to knock, maybe even open it, but he knew that he couldn’t. He knew then that she did have a legitimate reason if you took into account his business. Thomas had always told himself that business was just business, but she reminded him in such a way that it really wasn’t. What he was doing was affecting far more lives than he had ever thought.

Thomas walked away with the closest feeling to defeat that he had ever managed before. The driver waited for him, but he sent him on. “Sir?”

“Just go. I will call for you later if needed.”

Alfred looked like he didn’t want to leave him there. It wasn’t a bad part of town, but certainly not one like Thomas to be walking around. He waved him off and he set himself down the cobbled pavement wherever his feet took him. There were times when a man needed to reassess what he had original thought and really look at what he was doing. He needed to think of the butterfly effect that he caused from his actions and those of his company. It was not an easy thing to do, but by the time he walked home many miles away, he had come to many decisions that he knew needed to be implemented immediately. He did not want another Orson incident and certainly not on his conscious.