Romance: Seducing The Quarterback (4 page)

A deep sense of pride swept over Austin’s body. The other
two guys at the table were whispering and starting to show signs of jealousy.
Austin tried not to pay any attention to them. He threw his head back and
swigged the last of his beer.

“I’ll be right back,” he said to the girls. The blond girl,
named Amanda, tugged on his arm. She had a sad, desperate, needy look in her
eyes.

“You’re not going to leave me are you?” She asked, pleading
with him as best she could without embarrassing herself in front of her
friends.

Austin tickled her under her chin and she started giggling.
Her friends were staring at her angrily.

“I’ll be right back, baby. Don’t you worry,” he said. “I’ve
just got to make a phone call. That’s all.”

The girl still seemed worried that her bad boy hunk would
disappear into the night. And she had a reason to worry because Austin was
known for doing that sort thing. He wasn’t the type of person that felt like he
needed to tell you where he was going. He had been like that before going into
business with the pack. But once he had joined up with them, he had grown more
secretive. That’s why the pack had recruited him in the first place. It was
hard to find someone who was tough, confident and brash but who still had
enough sense to control their wild urges. He knew how to push, but only so far
before shit really hit the fan. He definitely wasn’t the type to ever back down
but he also wasn’t the type of guy who went out looking for fights.

Austin pushed his way through the packed bar and out the
front entrance. It felt good to be back on the street in the night air again.
He wasn’t used to bars on streets that were this packed but it seemed like
there was almost no place to walk in this city. He didn’t think he would get
used to something like this. But for a few days he would be able to deal with
it.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket. There was one missed
call. He looked at the number. He didn’t recognize it. He was about to listen
to the message but instead he reached into his pocket for a cigarette. That was
the real reason he had come out here. He was in desperate need of a smoke but
he didn’t want the girls to tag along so he had made up a story about having to
make a phone call.

He took a deep drag on his smoke and imagined who could have
left him a message. There were only three people in the entire world that had
his number. And they are all associated with the pack. After he had finished
his cigarette, he pulled out his phone and stared at the screen again. If I
listen to this tonight it might ruin my evening. And this could turn out to be
a wild night. But if I wait until tomorrow…Nah, I definitely need to listen to
this now.

But before he could press the phone to his ear and listen to
the message, he felt a hand pushing him on the shoulder. His face slammed into
the shaft of a street sign.

“What the fuck are you going to do now, asshole?” He heard
someone say, very close to his ear. The sight of blood trickling from his nose
snapped him back to his senses. It also infuriated him. He turned around, his
eyes wild and hungry for revenge.

For a minute Nicole thought that she was in a dream. This
couldn’t be real. It had been a few months since we had even talked about being
engaged. We had ended up getting into a fight and we had decided that we
wouldn’t broach the subject again until things became a bit less hectic in
their lives. We definitely hadn’t reached that point. So she was completely
shocked when he asked, “Will you marry her?” as he held the ring in front of
her face.

This was one of the most awkward moments of her life. Why
would he put her in this position? She covered her mouth and looked away. She
had no idea how to respond to him. She didn’t want to break his heart. She
really didn’t. But she couldn’t bring herself to lie to him either.

“Jeffrey this is really sweet of you,” she said, taking his
chin in her hands and staring directly into his eyes.

“But I don’t think—” she couldn’t quite get the words out.

She could see the expression in his eyes changing. The
excitement and enthusiasm were slowly draining away and they were being
replaced by a hard coldness. The look in his eye made her tremble. She had to
get up from the table. She had to get away from him.

She excused myself and walked to the bathroom. She could
feel his eyes locked on her. She closed the door to the bathroom and slumped to
the floor. She put her head in her hands. She had never experienced a night
like this ever in her life. Things were really messed up in her life and
especially in her relationship. Nicole knew that Jeffrey and her should have
sat down and had a long talk about where we were headed many months ago. But
instead we had tried to pretend that the only wrong with us was the fact that
we both had crazy work schedules. But that was bullshit. And we both knew it.
Not only had the intimacy been absent from the relationship but it also seemed
that the attraction and spark that reminds people why they choose to live
together had also disappeared.

Then Nicole realized that she hadn’t actually given Jeffery
an answer. She imagined him sitting at the table with his head in his hands
crying. She wanted to go and comfort him. But before she left the bathroom, she
heard his fist banging on the door. The sound startled her. Then she heard him
turning the knob back and forth.

“Nicole, what the hell are you doing in there? Are you on
the phone?”

She had never heard him speak to her like that. The only
time she had ever seen him lose his temper was during a telephone conversation
that he was having with his mother.

His fist banged on the door several more times. She was
afraid that he might knock a hole in the door. That would be enough to get us
locked out of the building. She couldn’t just sit there and let him mess up her
life even more. And, like she said before, the walls in the building are
notoriously thin. If Jeffrey kept on banging like that, someone would be sure
to file a complaint with the super. And once that happened who knew where things
could end up. Sometimes you got a warning. Other times you got a fine. And
sometimes you got evicted.

“I’m coming out!” She yelled. “Stop banging.”

She took a few deep breaths and slowly unlocked the door.
When she pulled it open Jeffery was on the floor. He looked completely
disheveled. He looked so pathetic like that. And she had the desire to comfort
him. He looked up at her with his sad puppy- dog eyes. She didn’t respond. She
held her arms across her chest and stared down at him. She couldn’t believe
that she had been in a relationship with this man for three years and she had
never seen this side of him. So this is how he acts when things get a little
rough for him and he doesn’t get his way? She snickered and shook her head. He
could see that he wasn’t going to be able to talk himself out of this one.

So instead of talking he crawled over to her and wrapped his
arms around her legs. It felt so awkward to be standing there with him like
that. She had a strong urge to push him away. But she didn’t want to hurt him
anymore. She just wanted to let him know where she stood in their relationship.

“It’s okay, Jeffrey, it’s okay. Just get off your knees,
okay?”

He looked up at her without saying anything. Then he wiped
the tears from his eyes and sniffled. He slowly got back to his feet. When he
did, he wrapped his arms around her. His body felt so warm against mine. And
before she knew what was happening. She sensed feelings of tenderness and
affection welling up inside of her. It was so difficult for her to be angry
with this man for very long. He seemed to be able to melt her defenses and
break down her walls without even really trying. She wasn’t sure whether she
was a pushover or he was extremely manipulative. She sighed and tried to push
thoughts from her mind.

She took his hand and began walking towards the bedroom. He
stopped walking and tried to pull her in the other direction.

“Shouldn’t we finish eating?” He asked. “There’s so much
food.”

She pressed her finger to his lips and told him to follow
her. His eyes grew wide with surprise. And then she could have sworn that she
saw a sly smile like across his lips. He knew what she wanted. And she wanted
him to give it to her better, harder, and deeper than he had ever given it to
her before.

The fists and kicks came hard and fast. But Austin didn’t
have any problem protecting himself and dodging the few shots that actually
came close to landing. He was preparing his own counter-attack. It was three
dudes. He recognized the guy he’d dealt with earlier. Well, at least this isn’t
gang-related, he thought. I shouldn’t have a problem handling these pussies.

He smiled, and then brushed a tangle of blond hair out of
his eyes. He could be a bit of a prima donna like that, showing off for the
onlookers, especially the pretty ladies, but he’d also want to send a message
to all the men gathered round. He was the big cock. The giant, cosmic,
radioactive, super-hero cock. The only cock needed when he was on the block.

PAM!!!

Austin’s head snapped back, his eyes closed. His head hit
the pavement with a loud thump.

“OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH”, said the onlookers that had gathered
around. And then a few of them giggled and pointed their phones in the
direction of his sprawled out body. The punch had caught him on the blind side.
The cheap-shot artist scurried off into the night, while the three dudes that
had been about to jump on Austin stood over him with confused expressions.

They whispered something amongst themselves and then took
off, pushing their way through the four-person deep crowd that had converged on
the site.

Austin felt a ringing in his ears as he limped into the
dingy McDonald’s near Penn Station. He’d heard through the grapevine about
this. It was a good spot to buy and sell some dope. He was definitely looking
to get his hand on a bit of heroin; then he would find some hookers and party.
He was done with square girls for the evening. He would stick to the kind of
women who would understand his frontier a wild man on the loose on a bike,
living a gun-slinging, dope-dealing life of a white trash cowboy from the
southwest of these here United States.

A bottle of Jack Daniels and some Heinekens would be perfect
to wash it down. His cock was getting hard just thinking about the fun that he
was going to have.

Austin surveyed the scene. This was definitely the shadiest,
most drugs infested McDonald’s he’d seen in his life. And he’d seen more than a
couple during the road trips on his bike. People, wearing clothes that looked
and smelled like they hadn’t been cleaned in weeks, occupied most of the
restaurant’s tables. They were nodding out, arguing with each other, or talking
to themselves.

Austin saw one dude go into a bathroom. A few seconds later
a woman came out of the same door. Austin smiled and shook his head. It was
going to be easier than he’d hoped to find some dope in this place. Maybe when
they get a little more comfortable they’ll start slinging it closer to the
front.

I need to get the hell out of here as soon as I get my shit.
The cops can’t be too far away. They’ll nab somebody on something small if they
want a big favor. There was no doubt that they kept some type of surveillance
on this place.

Austin stepped into the bathroom. A Puerto Rican dude with
red eyes and gaunt face looked Austin up and down.

Austin thought for a moment that there might be a problem.
He was getting a bad vibe from this dude. He wasn’t really used to dealing with
Puerto Ricans and didn’t really know what angle to take.

A big smile opened the dude’s mouth disgustingly wide. He
looked like his fucking jaw was going to come unstuck. Only half of his mouth
held any teeth. They were distinctly of a brown and yellowish hue. It wouldn’t
be long before his mouth, as well as the rest of him, shriveled up into a death
and rotted as pitifully as he had lived.

But there was another dragon to slay, a horse to ride, and,
so the story goes, an addict whirls around and around repeating the same act
over and over and over again, one day, two days, three days, every day.

“Two bags of H,” he said.

“Forty.”

Bags in hand, he hurried out of that shit before its death
grip descended upon him. He would never get that low, he promised himself. He
would never allow himself to fall so far that he could never live with dignity
again. That was a life for suckers and punks and losers. And his Daddy, a son
of a bitch who liked to smack around his Momma and fuck whores right under her
nose. On more than one occasion he did the dirty deed with a hooker, while his
own wife lay in the bed sobbing herself to sleep, wondering when this hell
would ever end.

Austin hoped that a few snorts of heroin would help take
away the ringing in his ears. He’d never heard of that particular remedy. But
it seemed like it would be worth a try.

Now all he needed was the whores. He hopped on his hog and
revved the engine. He felt like letting out a giant roar and making the sky
tremble. His mojo was definitely coming back. He’d been sucker-punched,
cold-cocked, chin-checked. But that didn’t mean shit now. His cock was stiff in
his pants. And he could feel the blood coursing through his muscular arms.

He roared off into the night, and headed for the bright
lights and crowded streets of Times Square. He hadn’t even been looking for a
whore earlier, when he caught a few out of the corner of his eye, plying their
wares and watching out for cops. Coppers. Especially those under-covers,
vice-squad coppers looking to bring an end to the scourge of prostitution.

The next morning, Jeffrey had to leave early for work so Nicole
stayed in the bed longer than she should have. She had her iPad on her lap and
her headphones on her ears. She didn’t know how she ended up watching it, but
her eyes were locked on episode after episode of a show that centered on a
violent motorcycle gang. She’d never been into those guys and she certainly
didn’t approve of that lifestyle. She had no idea why the show had done such a
good job pulling her in. But it might have been something about the men. No,
that’s not the way to put it at all. It was, without any shadow of a doubt,
about the men. They were so damn sexy! Nothing at all like the man she had just
agreed to marry just hours ago.

They were tough and macho and cruel and sexual and muscular.
They were so many things, so many mouth-watering, pussy-moistening, lip-licking
good things. They represented danger, adventure, and life on the open road,
free from restraints. But there was she, going off being silly again. Imagining
that somehow she could have a different life. She was being foolish. She knew
that. It was just a stupid TV show. In real life, bikers were fat and
middle-age. Riding around on bikes and wearing silly jackets is how they tried
to fight against the reality of getting older. It was their way of staying in
touch with some part of their childhood. Nicole wasn’t sure how’d she strayed
off into that line of pseudo psycho-analysis, but she quickly got a hold of
herself. She didn’t give a damn about what the average biker in America looked
like. She didn’t give a damn about the overweight, weekend warrior, desperately
to prove their masculinity, while doing everything in their power to prove that
they hadn’t progressed beyond the level of boys—boys with big bellies and
big-load toys.

No, she didn’t give a damn about any of that. What she cared
about was her wet pussy that yearned for a cock other than Jeffery’s. It was a
strange feeling that she was trying to work through. He had been magnificent
the night before –full of passion and vigor and just the right amount of dirty
talk. But it wasn’t enough. She knew that she would never really be satisfied
with him.

She couldn’t go on living life like this. She had to get out
of that apartment, maybe out of that city. She wasn’t the kind of woman who had
built a reputation for doing rash things, throwing the die into the middle of
the table. But maybe, just maybe, it was time for her to make that change, to
become that brave, fearless woman. This engagement and the subsequent marriage
would end up killing her. She could never be one hundred percent faithful to
him. She would never be able to entirely submit. He wasn’t the kind of man who
would ever be capable of earning that from her.

There was no more time to waste. Now that she had made up
her mind, Nicole didn’t want to wait before she took this monumental step in
her life. The rest of her day was completely wasted. She spent several hours on
the phone begging and pleading for a moving company to help her move out
immediately. She kept getting turned down. They needed more time. Didn’t have enough
time. Mover had too many other appointments. One excuse after another. It got
so bad that she even told a few of the companies that she was a victim of
domestic violence and desperately needed to get away while he was at work. But
even that wasn’t enough to persuade any of them to come help her at the last
minute. If she was going to figure her way out of this situation then she was
going to have to do it alone.

She decided that she would only take a couple bags with her.
It wasn’t an easy decision for her to arrive at. There was no telling what
Jeffrey would do when he found out that she had broken off the engagement and
the entire relationship all together. He would certainly be a boiling kettle of
rage. He didn’t seem like a very mean or aggressive man. But he could be both
of those things in heavy amounts if he felt jealous or insulted.

This would be the worst, the most painful insult that he
could possibly take. The woman whom he loved more than he’d ever loved before
had walked out on him while he was at work trying to earn enough to help pay
off the ring and put a little money down for the really big ring and then more
for the wedding. He had planned on working his ass off, showing up earlier and
leaving later than ever before. But that opportunity had been snatched from
him. Sure, she’d said yes to his proposal. At least some part of her must have
been willing to take the matrimonial plunge with him.

Was it a case of cold feet, coquetry or butterflies in the
belly? Was it simply a woman deciding that it was time to take charge of her
life? To do what it is that she needed to do.

With her two large suitcases in hand and a fully-stuffed
backpack strapped to her, Nicole walked out of her building and on to the busy
street. For some reason this New York landscape looked different to her.
Everything around her seemed bright and vibrant, so full of possibility and
adventure, but also risk and danger. She couldn’t wait to take the leap into
the life that the turbulent New York waters held for her.

She rode a cab to the Ritz-Carlton on 34
^th
. The
place wasn’t cheap. Not one bit. And that’s why Nicole wanted to stay there. If
she was going to branch out into a new life, then she might as well do it in
style. She smiled as she got out of the cab and prepared to walk into the
luxurious hotel. But the sound of a loud engine caught her attention. She
turned to see where the loud obnoxious sound was coming from. “Those stupid
bikers”, she said to herself. “They’re always trying to get some attention.
What a bunch of little boys”.

But when she turned around, her mouth dropped open as she
saw the biker who was kicking up all that noise. That face and build looked so
familiar. She could have sworn that she’d seen him somewhere before.

He swung one of his meaty legs off the bike and then the
other. He looked around him with an air of dominance and then began walking
towards the entrance. Nicole hadn’t moved for the last several moments as she’d
watched the biker stud park his ride.

As he came towards her, she blushed and lowered her eyes.
But her attraction and curiosity were too strong. She raised her eyes right as
the hunk was about to pass her.

“Oh my God”, she said out loud, nearly fainting. She took a
deep breath and closed her eyes.

When she opened them, the biker was gone. She looked around
frantically and then rushed into the hotel lobby. She absolutely had to find
him. But where the hell was he?

“Ma’am can I help you?” A pasty-faced man, wearing the
hotel’s drab, brown uniform, smiled at her.

She backed away from him. She had a strong desire to slap
him in the face. Nicole had never been a violent person, yet there was
something about his face that seemed to warrant a good slap or two.

The sound of the elevator bell snapped Nicole out of her
slightly sadistic reverie. That’s where he had gone! She hurried off in the
direction of the elevators. The doors to one of them were about to close.

She yelled out, “Hold those doors. Hold them!”

The doors continued to close.

And suddenly they stopped closing and began opening. Nicole
was panting and completely out of breath. She was going to see him. He was
behind those doors.

But unfortunately he was not. But there was elderly couple
staring at her with alarm. She must have looked crazy at that moment. What the
hell had she done with her life? She dropped to the floor and held her face in
her hands.

When the blonde hunk in the black leather jacket turned
around, Nicole nearly fainted. It was him. Austin. The jerk who’d gotten her
fired. He was part of the reason her life was in such disarray. She should've
been furious with him. She should've ranted and raged, kicked and screamed.

But she didn't feel any of those emotions. Electric currents
of desire shot through her body.

Moments later, they walked into the hotel bar. Austin
apologized profusely for having canceled the wedding. And he was even more
apologetic when she told him that she had lost her job.

“It's okay,” she said, lowering her eyes.

“Hell no. It's not okay,” Austin said. “I promise to make it
up to you.”

Nicole raised her eyes and smiled timidly.

“How do you feel about relocating out West?”

Nicole's eyes opened with surprise.

“What? I have a real estate company in Denver. I already
have a couple women working there. And I would love to add you to the team.”

Nicole smiled and shook her head up and down.

“To brand new beginnings,” Austin said, raising his glass in
the air.

As they clinked glasses, Austin kept his eyes fixed on her.
Nicole blushed deep red and lowered her eyes. She could feel waves of pleasure
washing over her. Damn he was hot!

They spent the next few days in Austin's hotel room, rolling
around in the bed, sipping $200 champagne, eating lox and olives and shrimp and
caviar. At the end of the week, they both hopped onto Austin's bike and made
the long trip out West. Nicole didn't know exactly where they were headed and
she really didn't care. As long as she had her arms wrapped around his waist,
she wouldn't have a care in the world.

One of the first things they did when they got to Denver was
to take a short road trip in Austin’s pick-up truck.

 “You look very pretty,” he said. “Those colors look great
on you.”

She blushed and took note of the light blue and white
pattern of her dress. If those were the colors he liked, then she would be sure
to wear them again.

“So are you going to tell me where we’re going?”

“You don’t like surprises?” Austin asked with a big grin on
his face. His smile always made her legs tingle. He seemed so confident and in
control.

“I do, sometimes. But I wouldn’t mind a little hint.”

“I’ll tell you this you’re going to get sweaty and you’re
going to get wet. Do you think that you can handle that?”

“Sweaty and wet?” Nicole’s mind went off in one direction.
She imagined Austin’s lean muscular body on top of her. She imagined his hips
grinding into hers. She closed her eyes and let out a low moan.

“Everything ok? Do you need me to pull over?”

Nicole opened her eyes and looked towards Austin. Her eyes
were full of lust and desire. But when she realized that she had just drifted off
into a sexual fantasy she turned away from him and blushed.

“Yes, I’m fine,” she said. She could feel the dampness
between her legs so she quickly crossed them and smoothed down her sundress.
Austin’s eyes drifted over towards her legs and lingered there for a moment.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him lick his lips. She wanted to ignore
him, to pretend as if she didn’t see the desire etched on his face but the
force of attraction between them was too strong. She turned towards him and
gazed deeply into his beautiful, dilated blue eyes as she bit her lip.

He turned back towards the long stretch of highway in front
of them. And then he slyly let his hand rest on her plump thigh. It was the
kind of bold move that most men would not have even attempted. And that’s part
of what turned her on so much about that simple touch. His strong, pale hand
looked so firm and sexy on her luscious caramel skin. She had never before
considered just how much of a turn on that contrast in skin tones could be. Her
body trembled with pleasure. Her panties were almost completely soaked. Austin
made a move to withdraw his hand. But she stopped him by placing her hand on
top of his.

“That feels so good,” she said. “Don’t stop. Not yet.”

“You have beautiful legs. So full and sexy. And the color is
the most beautiful that I’ve ever seen.”

Nicole leaned back in the seat and uncrossed her legs. She
closed her eyes and a satisfied smile spread across her face. She would not
have stopped him if he had slipped his fingers into her panties.

“We should probably wait until we get to our destination
before we continue this. We’ll have plenty of time to pick up where we left
off.”

Nicole sighed. Her eyes remained closed for several more
seconds as she fantasized about finally feeling Austin inside of her. She was
ready and willing to surrender to him. No man had ever made her feel so
desired.

For the next hour, they continued heading west on Interstate
70. Country music played on the car radio and every now and then they would
turn and stare at each other warmly.

“You see that sign?” Austin said.

Nicole looked out the window. The highway sign read: Mount
Evans and Echo Lake 5 Miles.

“Is that where we’re going?”

“Yes, it is. It’s one of the most beautiful places in the
Centennial State.”

Nicole was excited that Austin had chosen to take her to a
scenic location well outside of the city.

“We’ll drive up to the top of the mountain so you can get a
feel for that rarefied Rocky Mountain air. And then we’ll head down to the base
of the mountain for a little picnic.”

“But we didn’t bring any food.”

“Do you think I’d bring you all the way out here without
having already planned our meal for us? Do you?”

He turned to look at her with a sly smile on his lips. And
once again he let his firm, masculine hand slide onto her thigh. She sighed
deeply. Her whole body quivered with pleasure. She couldn’t wait for them to
finally get to the destination so that they could really be intimate.

“Just sit back, baby. And let me handle everything like a
man is supposed to.”

Those words were so comforting for her. Back in New York,
she might have hesitated before allowing a man to completely be in charge. She
would have reacted defensively to any assertions of male dominance. But out of
here in this pristine, natural environment she had a very different reaction.
She had no problem at all with him taking control because deep down she knew
that that was something that she had long desired.