Go Hard: A Bad Boy Sports Romance(47)

There was only the intense pleasure rocketing through my skin, taking me somewhere else.

“Fuck,” I heard him grunt. “Oh fuck, Hartley.” I felt him grab my hips and fuck me harder, harder.

His whole body stiffened and groaned, and I knew he was coming inside me. That only intensified my orgasm, as my whole body shook and trembled. He held my hips, keeping his cock deep inside me as he came, our orgasms coming together, mixing, and driving me way over the edge.

And slowly, so fucking slowly, we came back down together. Once it was over, he held me, his cock still inside me, our bodies drenched in sweat.

“Shit,” he said. “I don’t think I’ve ever come like that.”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

He laughed and kissed my lips gently. I kissed him back before slowly standing up, my knees weak.

“Shit,” I said, and collapsed onto the couch next to him.

“Agreed.” He took the condom off and wrapped it in a napkin before throwing it out. I couldn’t help but admire his body as he moved.

The sun had set, though I wasn’t sure when. It was completely dark out, and I couldn’t believe so much time had passed. It felt like all of that had gone down in the blink of an eye, but it had to have been longer than that.

“Come here,” he said, sitting down and pulling me against him.

We lay there on the couch together, breathing in deeply, enjoying the heady rush of the orgasm.

This was not part of the plan, but I felt too good to worry about it. Maybe it might make things harder in the future, but right now, wrapped in his arms, I felt right. I felt like I could forget about the things I couldn’t change and focus on fixing the things I could.

And I’d do that with him.





10





Travis





I woke up the next morning on the couch, my head still buzzing with Hartley’s body.

After everything went down between us, and I finally got a taste of that pussy, she retreated into her room like she was scared of getting too close. Which was fine with me, but the damn girl was so hot and cold. One second she couldn’t get enough, and the next she was running off like I had the plague.

Didn’t matter, though. We had a job to do and that was all that mattered. I got up off the couch, stretched, and headed into the kitchen. I made some coffee and waited for her to get up.

I didn’t have to wait long. Almost as if summoned by the deep, dark smell of the coffee, she stumbled out of her room with her hair up in a messy bun, looking sexy as fuck. I wanted to strip those short little shorts from her tight ass and taste her skin again, but I held back. We had work to do.

“Morning,” I grunted.

“Morning.” She poured herself some coffee. “You sleep okay last night?”

“I always sleep like a baby after a fucking like that.”

She blushed. “That’s good to hear.”

“Look at you,” I said, laughing. “We can’t talk about how you came nice and hard on my big cock last night?”

“We can,” she said. “I just didn’t know we needed to.”

“I can’t help but talk about that body some more.” I grinned at her, stepping close. “I mean, fuck, look at you. You’re practically still begging for it.”

“Maybe not,” she said, stepping away from me and heading back toward her room.

“Don’t run off and hide,” I said. “We have some work to do today.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Work?”

“Hell yeah. Remember that job we have to do?”

“How could I forget.”

I smirked at her. “Got any interest in riding some ATVs?”

She raised an eyebrow. “I thought we had work to do?”

I laughed. “This is work. You ever been on one before?”

“I lived on a farm, Travis. I know how to ride.”

“Good,” I said, my grin getting bigger. “Go get dressed. We got a date with some four-wheelers.”

She gave me a look and then disappeared back into her bedroom.

I knocked back my coffee and then got in the shower. We needed to stop back at the hotel room and grab the rest of my things, but that could wait.

I needed to see this girl ride again. If not my cock, then at least some big, powerful four-wheelers.

As the warm water washed down my skin, I smiled to myself. Today was going to be a fun fucking day.



The Caldwell family ran a little ATV tour company called Spirited Tours out in the hills out of their compound. It wasn’t a long ride out there, with just a short stop back at my hotel room to grab the rest of my stuff.

Hartley didn’t say much on the way out there, though she did eye my bag like she thought it was going to grow wings. She wasn’t exactly trying to hide her displeasure at me staying on her couch, but it didn’t matter.

I was doing this to save her ass. It didn’t matter if she was happy about the particulars, so long as she continued breathing during and after our time together. And if she wanted to press that pretty body up against mine and let me make her sweat, well, that was fine with me. I was more than happy, and practically always hard for her. But I wasn’t playing any games, not with so much at stake.

We pulled up outside the Caldwell family compound in the late morning. There were a few other cars parked in the lot, and I pulled in next to a little minivan.

We climbed out of the car. “How’s this place stay in business?” Hartley asked me.

“Low overhead,” I said. “And they’re not really making much on these tours. It’s mostly a front, I’d wager.”

“Still. Why do people come out here?”

I shrugged. “It’s an old mining area. Rich folks from down the hills want to ride around and see the country, get their eyes on some mine shafts, feel like they’re living the real backwoods life.”

“And the Caldwells are okay with that?”

“What do they care? Money is money, and letting some idiots ride around on ATVs isn’t hurting anyone.”

“You realize that we’ll be those idiots soon?” she asked.

I laughed. “Yeah, true. Let’s hope that’s all they think about us.”

I headed up the short walk and pushed open the main building’s door. Hartley followed me, and I held the door open like a true gentleman. She gave me a look but said nothing as I grinned at her.

“Can I help you folks?”

I recognized him immediately, though we’d never met before. The guy standing behind the front desk and wearing a Spirited Tours T-shirt was definitely one of Janey’s brothers, but I couldn’t recall which one.

I held out my hand for him. “I’m Travis. This is Hartley.”

“Travis, nice to meet you. I’m Brock.” We shook hands and he smiled at me, his teeth white and straight.

Brock was the youngest of the brothers, though still older than Janey. He was tall and broad with a dark beard and dark hair. Hartley shook his hand next.

“We’re looking to get a tour,” I said.

“Okay, great. You’re just in time, actually. We have a little group getting ready to head out now.”

“Perfect,” I said. “What’s the deal?”

“Sixty bucks for the two of you, though I’ll knock it down to fifty, say, since you’re squeezing in with this group.”

“Sounds great.” I got out my wallet and paid the man.

“Right this way.”

I smiled at Hartley as Brock led us toward the back door.

“How’s this tour going to help us again?” she whispered.

“It’s going to help us have some fun.”

She looked like she wanted to say more, but we passed through the back door and headed over toward a group of people getting some instructions on how to ride the ATVs.

“You know how to use this?” Brock asked me, pointing the two of us to our vehicles.

“Sure do,” I said. “Used to ride all the time as a kid.”

“And you?” he asked Hartley.

“Same,” she said. “Grew up on a farm.”

“Oh really? Where at?”

“Out west,” she said, keeping it vague.

“Well okay then. These here are yours. Wear the helmets at all times and listen to your group leader. That’s my oldest brother, King.”

“Thanks,” Hartley said as Brock waved and headed off.

We got onto our ATVs and joined up with the group. King looked just like his younger brother, but thinner and shorter. He was going on about keeping to the trail, about safety and such, which gave me ample time to look at my surroundings.

The compound was actually pretty straightforward. We’d come in through the front building. There was another building to the left, a large and simple thing, probably some sort of storage barn for the bikes. To our back were a few more outhouses, smaller storage buildings, and a few little covered, open-air areas where they parked the ATVs.

Out to our right were a few more buildings, residential-looking places, and a little paddock with two old horses grazing. All in all, the compound was pretty big, but not unreasonably huge. I’d never been up this way before, and the landscape was pretty gorgeous. A path wound its way forward into the woods and probably deeper into the hills. I knew the mining companies used to work back here, and I was betting that the Caldwells knew every inch of those mines like the back of their collective fucking hand.