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  Go Deep

  A Bad Boy Sports Romance

  Bella Love-Wins

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  1. Slade

  2. Cassidy

  3. Slade

  4. Cassidy

  5. Slade

  6. Cassidy

  7. Slade

  8. Cassidy

  9. Slade

  10. Cassidy

  11. Slade

  12. Slade

  13. Cassidy

  14. Slade

  15. Cassidy

  16. Slade

  17. Slade

  18. Slade

  19. Cassidy

  20. Slade

  21. Cassidy

  22. Slade

  23. Slade

  24. Cassidy

  25. Cassidy

  26. Slade

  27. Cassidy

  28. Slade

  29. Cassidy

  30. Epilogue – Cassidy

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  1

  Slade

  Ten minutes left on the clock.

  The game was ours. Even with that amount of time left on the clock, there was no chance our opponents were going to come back against our thirty point lead. We almost didn’t need to even keep playing. With the lead we had, they should have just called the game, handed us the win, and sent us on our way.

  I had an after-party to get to.

  I watched the seconds slowly tick away while our defensive line held them back, and I knew it was only a matter of time before they would have to turn the ball back over to us. Then, I would take the field again and inevitably lead the team to score yet another humiliating touchdown against these guys.

  Being this good was badass, but, dammit, sometimes I wondered if I wasn’t too good. No one in college football could touch me. Except the girls, of course. The girls could touch me all they wanted.

  I took the field again with just enough time to throw another touchdown. I put in a few more easy plays to get us in scoring range and eat up a little more time on the clock. Then, with under a minute left, it was our last play. We snapped the ball, and I took a few quick steps back, watching as their defense seemed to move in tired slow motion. Poor amateurs. We’d taken all the fight out of them.

  When the pigskin left my fingers, everyone inside the stadium paused and held their breaths. All eyes were on the ball, knowing this was the last play and the final touchdown of the game. We’d already won, but it was still a beautiful throw. The place erupted when the wide receiver caught it. I’d helped the team put yet another win under our belts. All that was left for us to do was kick in the extra point, and we could finally call it a night. Time to send our opponents back home humiliated, and we could get to the after party victorious.

  After the locker room revelry, after the high-fives and photo-ops, we chased off the media and hit the showers. They were always there, wanting to know what I thought about the win and how it felt to be playing my last season as a college quarterback. What were my plans for next year? Was I going pro?

  Yes, I was going pro. What the hell did they think I was working my ass to the bone for? I was the college football star at a Southern university that lived for football. I wasn’t planning to let all this talent go to waste by heading to some entry level piece of shit job this early on. My sports management degree was there to fall back on once I retired. No matter what, I’d be in the game. Why? Because I wasn’t just college football, and I wasn’t just the next big thing to hit the NFL. What these fools didn’t understand was that Slade “Slaughter” Clark was football. They’d be hard-pressed to find anyone else with my level of commitment in anywhere across the country in the sport. And trust me, those were not my words, but they’d said it long enough for me to finally believe it, accept it, live up to it, and own it.

  As for how it felt to win, I’d always say that I was blessed to be playing with the most talented athletes and the best team in the SEC. That was the thing. A little humility went a long way in the media, because no one likes an arrogant, overconfident athlete even if he can back it up, especially the sports reporters.

  After the showers, it was time to make the grand exit and head on out. I exited the stadium with my entourage of team mates. Evan Marshall, my best friend and the team’s wide receiver was to my right. Tre Williams and Mo Grant, my running backs, were on either side of us. Bringing up the rear were Chris James and Clive Allen, the team’s cornerback and tight end, along with Chad Worthington, who played the center and tackle positions depending on who was on the field for the game. Damn, we were a fine-looking bunch wherever we went.

  We made our way back to the frat house to celebrate our win. It was tradition to roll up to the house to find our school’s banner hanging across the front of the frat house, and my frat buddies outside already turning it up. Three or four of them were running around shirtless with our school colors sprayed on them, and clown wigs in the team colors as well, just in case anyone had a hard time finding the party.

  I took the old wooden steps leading up to the wraparound porch, and stood between the white marble columns to do my usual bullhorn callout. That was the sound-off to confirm that we, their football stars and heroes, were in the building and the party was officially kicking off. By this time, there was no longer the need to smile and play nice for the camera. Yeah, that meant I could be a cocky son of a bitch for the rest of the night. For this weekly tradition, I was here for two reasons, besides the fact that I lived here. First, I was going to get drunk. Second, I was going to get laid. Preferably in that order. This was my final year at college and fuck, I was going to make every second count.

  We dispersed as we entered the house, each of us off to find our own personal party for the evening. A hot little blonde greeted me inside with a red cup she’d already filled for me. Blondie was a few inches shorter than me, with seductive blue eyes, curves that told a story of their own, and legs that went on for miles and miles. She wore a tight black halter top that barely hid her perfect perky tits, and jean shorts that barely covered her ass. Yes, she was officially Slaughter-approved. I let her drape her arm across my shoulders and directed her into the large open front room where everyone seemed to be hanging out.

  One thing I did that was ritual was I scanned the room for Cassidy. She was one of our cheerleaders, and a neighbor of mine from since childhood. She was also best friends with my brother and resident geek of the family, Shawn. So far, she’d managed to miss every after party since she started at college a year after me. My guess was she was avoiding me, because she also happened to be the one girl on campus I supposedly couldn’t
have. Why she didn’t want the honor of me tapping that ass was beyond my understanding. And she was a damn cheerleader. These chicks were supposed to be our number one supporters, for fuck’s sake. At some point over the summer, I made it my mission to tuck her into my bed at least once before senior year was up. That gave me seven months and three weeks to accomplish that task. Plenty of time.

  I finished off my beer and handed Blondie the empty cup. “Be a doll and get me another one.”

  “Okay, Slaughter!” she bubbled, scampering off like a good little frat house groupie.

  I caught a glance of Miranda, a cheerleader who also happened to be Cassidy’s college roommate. She looked as out-of-place as ever on the other side of the room. She was one of those freaky cute chicks, with her pink hair and eyebrow ring. I was almost certain she had other piercings underneath those black clothes and variations of ripped pantyhose she liked to wear around campus. We acknowledged each other with a head nod and left it at that. Miranda got a pass on being so strange because she was a cheerleader and best friends with Cassidy, but damn, she could have tried every once in a while. She didn’t have to fit in, but she didn’t have to stick out so much either. Anyway, she was alone, which meant Cassidy hadn’t shown.

  Like, I said, plenty of time.

  Blondie brought me another beer, and she had a friend with her this time, a cute little brunette about her size. The brunette had green eyes and a smile that hinted at all the dirty things she wanted me to do to her tonight. I took a second to check her out from head to toe. She wore a white pleated mini-skirt that was so short it practically met her legs at the top of her thighs. I was sure if I tilted my head to one side, I’d catch what color panties she was wearing—if she wore any tonight at all. The thin, hot pink tank top that hung off her already-hard bra-less nipples was a nice plus. These girls were ready to go, and the fact that they were both already smiling and touching me made my cock stir in my jeans.

  “You girls look like you’re ready for a real good time.” I suggested.

  “We totally are,” the brunette breathed out with a rasp in her voice that she was already close to coming. She flashed her emerald eyes at me and then to Blondie. I could tell she was looking forward to the next couple of hours when she answered.

  “Sweet. Follow me,” I told them, leading them upstairs.

  “I’ve never been up to the guys’ rooms,” Blondie mentioned.

  “Mmmhmm. I bet we’re going to where the real party is,” the brunette told her.

  “Bonus points for you, sweet thing,” I agreed. I couldn’t have said it better myself.

  Once in my room, I closed the door and locked it behind me. I didn’t want any of the drunk asses downstairs stumbling in looking for a place to crash and interrupting what was about to go down. I didn’t even know their names, and I didn’t really care. They were just groupies, and groupies were a dime a dozen around here.

  When I turned around, the brunette grabbed me by my t-shirt and pressed her tight little body into me. I backed her up to the bed, and surprise, surprise, the tag team began. Blondie climbed in behind me and started pulling my shirt off, while Brunette grabbed my belt and unbuckled it. Little Miss Dark and Sexy was not shy. She opened my jeans and pulled them down, exposing my skin-fitting stretchy boxers, pulled taut around my hardening cock.

  “Your muscles are so firm,” Blondie moaned out behind me, kissing shoulders and running her hot hands down over my chest.

  Her fingers greedily hugged the contours of my muscles while her friend in the front wasted no time and started running her hand down my shaft through the fabric that still hid it from her.

  “Your cock…it’s so fucking big!” Brunette exclaimed, then a smile lifted up on the sides of her mouth. “Good to know that some rumors on this god-awful campus are true.”

  I smiled and leaned back as Blondie moved to my side and planted a needy kiss on my lips with her soft mouth. She didn’t stay there for long, but continued kissing down my chest, teasing my abs with her delicate lips and tongue, while Brunette slid my boxers down and wrapped her warm lips around my shaft.

  My hands had to do double duty. One laced through Brunette’s hair, guiding her up and down my shaft the way I like it. My other hand reached down past Blondie jeans skirt and gripped her ass for a bit before I slipped two fingers past what felt like thongs and massaged her folds. She was moaning and grinding her hips on my hand in no time, moving her tongue back up my body to meet my lips and kiss me hard. She almost pushed her friend off my dick so she could ride me first, but Brunette wasn’t having it. She distracted Blondie by using her free hand that wasn’t cupping my balls. I had to give it to Brunette. She was pretty inventive, because while I was growling out my satisfaction with their effort, she slid a hand up to Blondie’s closest breast and started tweaking the nipple. That move had her reeling, quivering through her orgasm on my now soaking wet hand.

  Brunette took the opportunity right there and then to climb on top of me. I could feel the pleats of her skirt drape over my upper thighs as she straddled me, but there were no panties separating the wet, hairless folds of her pussy from my hungry shaft. This girl was prepared for fucking too. Damn, she slid a candy-colored looking condom from the tiny purse she’d brought along with her and ripped the thing open with just her teeth, eyeing me seductively as she did it. She must have had some training at this—always prepared, always ready.

  While I absent-mindedly thought about what type of training that might be—my guesses were Introduction to Girls Gone Wild or Frat House Success for Sororities 101—she wrapped her fingers around my base and rolled the condom over the head, guiding it up my cock, which was as hard as granite from that nifty little trick, I should mention. By now I couldn’t wait to get inside her tight little hole. She held me as she slid my head slowly into her, lowering her body slowly, letting me inside her inch by thick, hard inch until I was planted all the way to the hilt.

  Blondie must have found her second wind by then, after that hand job I gave her. She crawled down the bed and straddled my legs behind her dark-haired friend, pulling the girl’s top off over her head. I groaned out my thanks, because now I had a sweet pair of pale, perky tits and soft pink nipples to admire as Brunette rode me hard. I wished I had bothered to ask them their names. As a pair they were impressive enough to give them the honor of worshipping my body again. That would be like two one-night stands, or one-two nights’ stand, depending on how you looked at it. Or maybe it could still be a one-night stand, considering it was two of them.

  Anyway.

  I was starting to believe Blondie was a breast woman herself. She took my hands and placed them on each of Brunette’s tits, then placed her hand over mine and started squeezing them. She kissed her pal’s neck while the other girl rocked her hips and went buck wild on my dick, her head tilted back and her back arched in pleasure. As the two of them got into it, I put my arms behind my head and watched the girls as they entertained me and each other. I could feel the tight little brunette tensing as she drew closer and closer to her climax with each movement of her hips.

  Blondie pushed Brunette forward to lay her torso on my chest, and her hand reached down between our legs. Her fingers press up in between the folds of the brunette’s opening as she helped me find her friend’s orgasm. That Brunette was tight as fuck. Her muscles squeezed and tensed on my shaft, and she lifted her head and pressed her lips to mine, whimpering into my mouth. That tight body of hers was shaking when every muscle in her body relaxed and she collapsed on top of me.

  Spent and satisfied, Brunette, who by now made it clear she was the leader of this pair, slid over to make room for Blondie to finally get some release. I could have come a while ago, but we had rules, here in my room, and rule number one was to never let a woman leave horny. There were a few other rules, but that was right up there. In any case, I had some more pleasing to do, and Blondie took the time to drop her shorts and panties, revealing her cute little hips and Brazilian
wax, or whatever they called it. She gripped me with both hands and eagerly tugged off the used condom, taking my dick into her mouth. She was good and everything, but I pulled her off, ready to pump hard inside of her from behind. Grabbing a condom from my night stand, I passed it to the skilled brunette for an encore of her condom-opening and dick-wrapping technique.

  Once she was done, I flipped over the blonde onto her hands and knees and held those slim hips. “Ready for this, tiny?”

  “Mmmmm, yes,” she chanted, pushing her ass back on my groin.

  Before she could finish moaning it out I drove hard onto her wet, tight slit.

  “You like how she feels?” the brunette beauty whispered from her spot on the bed.

  “What do you think?” I growled out to her, pumping as Blondie cried and begged me to fuck her harder.

  Brunette was liking the show. She lied there with her legs spread, touching herself until she decided to let Blondie help her out. She got into a half-seated, half-reclined position at the top of the bed directly in front of her friend, spread her legs wide and pulled Blondie’s face down to her mound. Watching Blondie go to town on her friend while I buried myself into her at the same time was enough to have my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I leaned forward and squeezed Blondie’s breasts, making sure she came with me. Blondie shuddered and jerked so hard through her climax, she made her gorgeous dark-haired friend come again.

  Spent, Blondie slid forward beside her friend, and I took the other side to relax. I was ready to call it an evening and check out the party downstairs, but these girls weren’t done with me yet. Brunette gave me all of fifteen minutes, then immediately pulled off condom number two and took me into her mouth. Soon, both girls were alternating. My dark-haired beauty cupped my balls while Blondie slid her tight lips down around my shaft. Then, the brunette would run her tongue from my base to the tip of my head and take me into her mouth while the blonde watched. I held on to the back of both of their heads as they took turns sucking me off. Before I knew it, I was shooting off in someone’s mouth. Then, they switched, and the other one took her share of my load into her throat. A hand was jerking and squeezing me as they drew out every last drop I had.