Grid Iron Bad Boy: A Football Romance Read Online Free PDF

I’m her guide dog. Instead, her hand is relaxed in mine. I weave my fingers through hers like the lace in one of my footballs and lead her to the door.
    Hidden under the overhang, I pull her into me. Her eyes widen and she gasps as her feet come to a sudden halt when her breasts press into my chest.
    Looking down on her face, I fight the overwhelming urge to run my hand up her neck until my fingers tangle in her light brown locks and walk her back against the wall, locking her there with my lips crushed into hers.
    No, patience pays off. Besides, I know damned well from the twitch of my cock that once I kiss her, I’m gonna want a lot more privacy than the overhang at the entrance will provide.
    “What are you doing?” Her voice is breathy, like we just raced each other here from the car. I can see her pulse beating hard in the hollow of her neck. How I want to run my tongue over every inch of her soft caramel skin, exploring up her neck until my mouth discovers her earlobe, which I would give a sharp nip as my reward.
    Restraint. Jumping the gun, or a lady before she’s ready, never pays off.
    “I’m just getting you out of the light, see?” I nod above us to the beams of white light shining through the darkness, practically providing a spotlight on the place she just was.
    I release her hand from my tight grasp and she puts a step between us. I notice she doesn’t move too far, I can still feel the heat radiating from her body as I reach overhead and pull the cover of the security code box open. My fingers quickly glide over the buttons from muscle memory and I wait until I hear the three distinctive short beeps before clutching the door handle and tugging it open for us.
    Chelsea’s brown eyes slide from the open door to my face. I can’t tell if she’s surprised or impressed. Probably both.
    “After you,” I hold the door for her.
    “No way, you first,” she watches me closely.
    I shrug and walk inside the stadium. Chelsea pauses, but follows me in.
    “I told you I wasn’t breaking and entering,” I smile back over my shoulder at her as the door clicks shut behind us.
    “I’m not even sure if that’s true,” she looks like she’s trying not to laugh. “It’s a pretty minor difference, I think.”
    I know her type. The reserved, shy girl. The play it safe girl. I love fucking those girls. It’s amazing how the Sunday school teacher types are always the ones crying out to God the loudest when they’re riding my cock.
    Sure enough, once I lead her to the stadium field, her disapproving tone is melted away by awe. I stop and enjoy the wonder spread over her face as her pink pout parts and she soaks in the view from the end zone.
    I remember that feeling. The first time I stepped out onto this field as a freshman, realizing that I’d been saved from war so I could pursue my dream. I never regretted turning down my original scholarship to serve. Not even after my company was ambushed in Afghanistan.
    However, when I finally stepped into this stadium and imagined the crowd, the cameras, the girls that all awaited me while I played a game that burned in my soul like your lungs burn for oxygen, well I knew without a doubt why I’d been spared from the attack.
    Now, with only a couple seasons left and the draft on the horizon, I’ve been working harder than ever to keep my dream alive. To get into the NFL. I look back to Chelsea, surprised to see she’s staring right at me. I know that look. There’s a time to work hard and a time to play hard. Now it’s time to have a little fun.
    “What do you think?” I sweep my hand across the empty stadium and can almost hear the intense roar of the crowd ripping through the empty space.
    “It’s beautiful in here. Amazing, really.” She looks up toward the sky and almost stumbles as she twists her head back to capture the view.
    “Isn’t it?” I don’t bother following her gaze. My eyes have already found beauty that burns brighter than any