Tackled (Alpha Ballers #1) by Lucy Snow Read Free Book Online

me and took the condom off. Bianca knew what I liked by now and immediately started sucking me off, taking another load and swallowing it like a good girl when I came.

    I lay back and didn’t say anything. She tried to cuddle up to me at first, but she got the hint pretty quick that that wasn’t going anywhere. It never did, and I liked it that way.

    I had more important things on my mind. Fucking draft day. All my hard work, all my sacrifice, all those long hours in the gym, eating right, lifting weights, on the practice field, all of it. All for today.

    Today my legend continued. Fuck yeah. Whoever got me on their team was getting the best new receiver in decades.

    Thousand yard season? Shit. I would double that if I decided to work hard this year. 10 touchdowns? Maybe by the halfway mark, if I didn’t take a breather on running up the score a few times.

    Sky was the limit when you got talent like I got talent. And the world was gonna recognize that soon. I may not have gone to the biggest football school around, but I could ball. I could ball hard. And I had the stats to back it up.

    And not just that, I actually went to class too. Graduated early in electrical engineering on top of playing D1 football in the Pac-12, which was probably soon to be the Pac-11. Nothing was gonna hold me back anymore - just had to figure out which team was willing to take me, and I’d be off on the next plane.

    Though maybe I’d stop in Las Vegas first and get my party on, post-draft day style.

    “Ready for the draft?”  

    Oh yeah, she was still here. Bianca. “Yeah, I will be. Got a few hours to kill before then.” I didn’t look at her. No need to.

    I could hear her smile, though, as she ran her hand over my huge shoulder, admiring the tattoos. She licked her lips loudly, and I knew she wanted more.

    I wasn’t really feeling it anymore; I had more important things to do, so I took the high road, such as it was, and cut her off just as she opened her mouth “Yeah, I got some stuff I gotta take care of before I head out.”

    “Can I stick around?” She moved her hand lower, down my stomach toward my crotch. “We could,” she swallowed, “keep playing some more while you get ready.”

    “That sounds nice, but I really gotta concentrate.”

    “Oh, ok.” She was clearly dejected, but she got up from the bed and started looking around for her clothes. I looked around the room, grinning, seeing parts of her outfit from the night before hanging from the strangest places.

    We’d had some fun last night, she and I. But now it was time for her to go. I watched her get dressed, not saying a word.

    “Sure I can’t stick around?” She asked when she was all set to leave, one last try. I’d seen a lot of hail mary passes in my high school and college career, and caught many a touchdown from them, but this was one of the most valiant I could remember in a while.

    “Some other time, maybe,” I said, hollow, “I got a lot going on today.”

    “Ok. Good lucky today.” She turned around and left the hotel room, closing the door softly on her way out.

    I lay back in bed and sighed, investigating the ceiling. That was a little awkward, I don’t know why she didn’t get the hint sooner.

    Shit, I hadn’t checked my phone since I had woken up! Usually it was the first thing I did, but I must have gotten distracted by draft day sneaking up on me like this.

    As if I hadn’t been preparing for it every day since I was 10.

    I found my phone where I’d tossed it the night before in the hurry to get my clothes off and get with that girl, whatever her name was, and thumbed the screen, scrolling through all the messages from my friends, teammates, coaches, and more than a few of the girls I’d slept with in the last few years.

    It took a lot of scrolling to see all the messages.

    I replied to a couple messages, but decided to save most of them for after the draft. Once I knew which team I was in gonna play for,