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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Chapter One: Ace

  Chapter Two: Brooklyn

  Chapter Three: Brooklyn

  Chapter Four: Ace

  Chapter Five: Brooklyn

  Chapter Six: Ace

  Chapter Seven: Brooklyn

  Chapter Eight: Ace

  Chapter Nine: Ace

  Chapter Ten: Brooklyn

  Chapter Eleven: Brooklyn

  Part 2

  Chapter One: Ace

  Chapter Two: Brooklyn

  Chapter Three: Brooklyn

  Chapter Four: Ace

  Chapter Five: Ace

  Chapter Six: Brooklyn

  Chapter Seven: Ace

  Chapter Eight: Brooklyn

  Chapter Nine: Brooklyn

  Chapter Ten: Brooklyn

  Chapter Eleven: Ace

  Chapter Twelve: Ace

  Chapter Thirteen: Brooklyn

  Chapter Fourteen: Ace

  Chapter Fifteen: Brooklyn

  Part 3

  Chapter One: Brooklyn

  Chapter Two: Brooklyn

  Chapter Three: Ace

  Chapter Four: Brooklyn

  Chapter Five: Brooklyn

  Chapter Six: Daymond

  Chapter Seven: Ace

  Chapter Eight: Brooklyn

  Chapter Nine: Brooklyn

  Chapter Ten: Brooklyn

  Chapter Eleven: Ace

  Chapter Twelve: Brooklyn

  Part 4

  Chapter One: Brooklyn

  Chapter Two: Ace

  Chapter Three: Daymond

  Chapter Four: Ace

  Chapter Five: Brooklyn

  Chapter Six: Ace

  Chapter Seven: Tabitha

  Chapter Eight: Brooklyn

  Chapter Nine: Brooklyn

  Chapter Ten: Ace

  Chapter Eleven: Tabitha

  Chapter Twelve: Ace

  Chapter Thirteen: Brooklyn

  Chapter Fourteen: Brooklyn

  Chapter Fifteen: Brooklyn

  Bonus Book 1

  Chapter One: Miles

  Chapter Two: Miles

  Chapter Three: Daisy

  Chapter Four: Daisy

  Chapter Five: Miles

  Chapter Six: Daisy

  Chapter Seven: Daisy

  Chapter Eight: Miles

  Chapter Nine: Daisy

  Bonus Book 2

  Chapter One: Jolene

  Chapter Two: Bradley

  Chapter Three: Jolene

  Chapter Four: Jolene

  Chapter Five: Bradley

  Chapter Six: Jolene

  Chapter Seven: Jolene

  Bonus Book 3

  Chapter One: Kingsley

  Chapter Two: Carrie

  Chapter Three: Kingsley

  Chapter Four: Carrie

  Chapter Five: Kingsley

  Chapter Six: Carrie

  Chapter Seven: Carrie

  Chapter Eight: Carrie

  Chapter Nine: Kingsley

  Chapter Ten: Kingsley

  Chapter Eleven: Carrie

  Chapter Twelve: Kingsley

  Chapter Thirteen: Carrie

  Chapter Fourteen: Kingsley

  Chapter Fifteen: Carrie

  Chapter Sixteen: Kingsley

  Chapter Seventeen: Kingsley

  Chapter Eighteen: Carrie

  Chapter Nineteen: Kingsley

  Chapter Twenty: Kingsley

  Chapter Twenty-One: Carrie

  Chapter Twenty-Two: Kingsley

  Chapter Twenty-Three: Carrie

  Chapter Twenty-Four: Kingsley

  Chapter Twenty-Five: Kingsley

  Chapter Twenty-Six: Carrie

  Chapter Twenty-Seven: Kingsley

  Chapter Twenty-Eight: Carrie

  Chapter Twenty-Nine: Kingsley

  Chapter Thirty: Carrie

  Chapter Thirty-One: Kingsley

  Chapter Thirty-Two: Carrie

  Chapter Thirty-Three: Carrie

  Chapter Thirty-Four: Kingsley

  Chapter Thirty-Five: Carrie

  Chapter Thirty-Six: Kingsley

  Chapter Thirty-Seven: Carrie

  Chapter Thirty-Eight: Kingsley

  Chapter Thirty-Nine: Carrie

  Chapter Forty: Carrie

  Chapter Forty-One: Kingsley

  Chapter Forty-Two: Carrie

  Chapter Forty-Three: Carrie

  Epilogue: Carrie

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  Reckless

  — Stand Alone Sports Novel —

  Written by: Christina Clark

  Copyright © 2016

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  Chapter One: Ace

  2016

  “Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, we are gathered here to witness one of life's most beautiful moments.”

  A pale man in a sharp black suit paced around the stage with a microphone in hand. Apart from the single shaft of light shining on him, the whole place was pitch-black. The thick curtains behind him rustled. Around me, the dead silence was interrupted by intermittent coughs and sucking teeth.

  “And so, without further ado, I present to you, our honorable guests...”

  The man paused dramatically. The dark circles around his eyes added to the suspense of his deadpan stare. Stepping aside, he skewed his body sideways and revealed the knife jutting out the back of his head.

  “The bridal party.”

  As the curtains parted, the stage was lit up with eerie blue and green lighting. The floor vanished behind billowing clouds of blue smoke. A strange violin and piano instrumental began to play from the speakers. The crowd gasped.

  Behind the smoke, 8 figures limped out of the shadows. 2 figures stood ahead of the pack – a man and a woman in a wedding gown and a silver tuxedo. 3 men and 3 women stood in V-formation behind them, the rest dressed in identical yellow dresses and suits. Each of them carried a gleaming silver chalice.

  I had a feeling it wasn't the old-timey getup that incited the shocked gasps from the audience. Their complexions were chalky and gray, and the women's eyes and lips painted black. Sleeves and dresses were ripped and their hair mussed. The bride's gown was covered in dirt tracks and dried blood stains.

  Breaths were held. As the string instruments playing in the background intensified, they raised their chalices in unison. They tilted their heads back, shutting their eyes as they poured a thick, bright red liquid over their heads. The ladies leaned forward, catching the goo with the tips of their tongues. The rest of the red liquid dribbled down their chins and chests, seeping into their clothes.

  It was hard to look away. When their chalices were finally drained, they threw them aside, wiping their arms with the back of their sleeves. They spaced their legs apart. But as they raised their hands to their chests, the ghostly instrumental started to skip. The bridal party reacted accordingly, their arms and legs jerking in repeated movements.

  The club's
strobe lights kicked into gear. The record scratched, followed by a ground-shaking techno number blasting out of the sound system. Taking their cue, the bridal party ripped off their clothes and tossed them off stage.

  The bride ripped off her veil and whipped her hair loose, strutting to the front in white lingerie and fishnet stockings. She turned around, her g-string disappearing between her voluptuous, slapping ass cheeks. Her bridesmaids joined her, dancing up against her, their hot-pink nipple tassels swinging from their jiggling tits. Next to them, the beefed up dudes wore tight black briefs. They took up the right side of the stage, thrusting their packages at the whistling women in the front row.

  On either side of the stage, 2 men in white wigs and robotic arms made out of spray-painted garage parts steadied themselves on top of a ladder. As the crowd cheered them on, they loomed over the top of the champagne glass tower and tipped their giant glass bottles forward. They filled the top of the glass, setting off a chain reaction. The fizzy red drink cascaded over the edges and into the glasses on the levels below.

  The rest of the audience cocked their heads back. Large cages filled with dancing women lowered from the ceilings. The dancers wore feathered masks and had their hair done up in curls like '20s cancan girls. They shimmied out of their old-fashioned dresses, running their hands down the curves of their blood-splattered corsets.

  The airborne smut didn't stop there. Naked women contorted their smooth, dewy limbs on hanging silk ribbons. They splayed their legs as far as they'd go, granting the audience a full view of their round, oily asses.

  A patron in a gold cape and a crown sitting lopsided on his head stumbled onto the stage.

  “Fuck yeah, zombie strippers!” He clutched his microphone, swaying dangerously. “Is this party sick, or what?”

  The crowd went wild in agreement.

  “I really apreesh-apreesh – I really appreciate you all showing up for my birthday.” He threw a hand over his mouth and unruly ginger beard, his cheeks bloating. Swallowing hard, he burped loudly into the microphone. His sleepy grin returned. “And – and I want to thank the man behind this bitchin' party – without him, none of this would be possible. My man, Ace Warner! Come on up, buddy!”

  “War-ner! War-ner! War-ner!”

  One of the spotlights beamed down on me. The crowd turned towards me, pumping their fists in the air as they chanted my name. Smirking, I adjusted my top hat and my overcoat, which was tricked out with compasses, chrome wires, and brass gadgets. I strode towards the stage with my dragon-claw cane, grabbing a beer from some dude in a leather den-master outfit along the way.

  Dylan Hardwick, our wide receiver, greeted me with a fist-bump and passed me the mic.

  “Thanks, bro.” I turned to the crowd, raising my beer in the air. “How we all feeling tonight?”

  All 3 floors of the club answered me with more air punches and roars of applause.

  “That's what's up!” I nodded, taking one step forward. “Now, you all better be thirsty 'cause for the next 2 hours, drinks are on me!”

  The deafening cheers of approval damn near knocked me off my feet.

  “War-ner! War-ner! War-ner!”

  I chugged back the beer in one go. The stripper bride sauntered towards me and took my empty glass from me. I winked at her, pounding on my chest to ease down the booze.

  As the chanting got louder, I turned my back to the crowd and closed my eyes. I took it all in, breathing in the glorious sounds of unified chaos. My heart was thumping like bedposts knocking against the flimsy walls of a motel. Sweet adrenaline shot through my veins. I was fucking invincible.

  Spreading my arms, I launched myself into the audience. Gravity could kiss my ass. The faceless crowd bobbing underneath me threw up their hands. The hollering was starting to give me a headache, but my mouth slacked in a smile. I relaxed, feeling weirdly weightless as they passed me on to the back of the crowd.

  When I got to the end of the crowd, a pair of arms reached out, helping me to my feet.

  “Good looking out.” I turned around and snatched my hat back from a wasted zombie colonel.

  “Anytime, brother.”

  I popped the hat back onto my head, lifting an eyebrow. Jonathan Whitaker, the first-string quarterback and poster boy of the New York Jets, couldn't have stood out more. The buzz-kill neglected to dress up for the occasion. Instead, he wore a button-up and had his gelled hair parted like he was going to church. But none of that seemed to matter to the droves of whispering chicks around him.

  “What are you, on the way to the middle school dance?”

  Whitaker chuckled, shaking his head.

  “Up yours, Warner. But cool party.”

  “Not a bad turnout.” I shrugged. “Might as well go all out for Hardwick – figured this'll be the only wedding I'll ever be attending.”

  “Who knows? I wouldn't be so quick to talk if I were you. Stranger shit has happened. But for the sake of some poor broad out there, I hope you're right.” Whitaker smiled, uncrossing his arms. “Anyway, I just came to holler at you for a second – I think I'm gonna bounce.”

  “You're kidding me – already? Didn't you just get here half an hour ago? Come on, let me buy you a dance –”

  “Naw, man, thanks. I'm good.” He raised his palms in surrender, the silver band around his finger glinting. “I've already had a drink with Whitaker, and I've – we've – gotta get up early for the game tomorrow. 'Sides, the missus called. She wants me home.”

  “Ouch.” I flicked my chin at him, my grin widening. “If you ever need some ointment for all those whip marks on your ass, let me know and I'll hook you up – I got an aunt that's a pharmacist.”

  “Yeah, yeah, whatever, clown.” Whitaker slid his palm over mine, turning to leave. “I'll see you tomorrow.”

  “Alright, cool, I'll catch – ” I wrinkled my nose. Another 15 or so of my teammates assembled behind him. “Wait, where you guys going?”

  “We're gonna take off, too,” Max Baldwin, a cornerback, piped up. “But thanks, Warner, this party's epic.”

  “Alright, but y'all missing out – the party's just getting started.”

  The guys gave me fist bumps and shoulder slaps as they made their way towards the exit. And when I turned back to the crowd, my eyes landed on the fuckwit at the bar. Xavier Dubois, the son of Marvin Dubois, the owner, chairman, and CEO of the Jets, was sandwiched between a group of giggling college girls.

  I curled my lip as I watched him from afar. He smashed his face into the tits of a curly-haired girl with a bejeweled pink mask and sucked up the shot glass wedged in her cleavage. The girl shrieked, shaking her titties gleefully as he motorboated her. Needless to say, I didn't like the dude. The sentiment was echoed by the rest of the team, excluding the few who joined his circle-jerk because he was a Dubois.

  Xavier was this spoiled pretty boy and man-child hybrid. He lived like he was put on Earth to blow through his trust fund like a grown up Richie Rich gone rogue. He also had this annoying habit of crashing parties he wasn't invited to. Fuck me if I knew why he even bothered showing up to any of the team events. Maybe it was because his head was so far up his own ass that he couldn't see that everyone he came across either wanted to put his teeth over the curb, or tolerated him because he was loaded.

  I had half a mind to warn the young women about the STDs Xavier was most probably riddled with, but when my eyes met the sultry gaze of the stripper bride in the packed dance floor, I swiftly decided against it.

  The bride squeezed out of the crowd, followed by one of the bridesmaids. Our unspoken connection was immediate. The bride flipped her long blue hair over her shoulders. She wrapped her fingers around my wrist and yanked me towards her, her pointed blue nails grazing against my skin. Her curvy friend with the short white-blonde hair and the lively double-Ds tagged closely behind.

  The bride led us up the winding staircase and onto the second floor. We passed the VIP section, which was cordoned off with red rope, and headed into the back
room at the end of the hall. The bouncers that stood by the doors nodded at me, slapping me a low-five as we slipped past them.

  The dark, smoky room was filled with red light. All around me, groups ranging from 2 to 5 members swarmed over the sleek leather furniture. It was a carnival of bouncing tits, hairy dicks, and tangled limbs.

  Glass tabletops were wrecked with hotel key cards, keys, colorful pills, lines of white residue, and empty baggies. But in the center of the room was the most revolting, yet magnetic sight of all. 7 men and women were curled up in awkward angles, their mouths stuffed with cocks and their tongues rammed deep inside spread cunts and ass cheeks. I could almost feel the musky heat emanating from their bodies, and I was all the way across the room.

  We stepped over a couple of empty bottles and found ourselves a spare loveseat in the corner of the room. Before I could even settle into my seat, the bridesmaid sidled up to me from behind the couch. She grabbed an uncorked bottle of champagne from a poker-faced server. Sliding a hand under my chin, she coaxed my head backwards and poured the bubbly down my throat. I gulped down the dry, golden liquid dutifully, feeling myself harden at the soft, meaty tits resting on my shoulder.

  The bride took her position in front of me, leaning forward. The dark crescent of her nipples peeked out from her bra cups. My cock throbbed in my pants. I'd give anything about now to slide my dick in her cleavage and fuck the shit out of those big, fat titties. While she removed my hat and coat, I reached around her, unfastening the clasps of her corset. And when that corset snapped open, I let my fingers glide down her back and over her ample cheeks.

  By the time the bridesmaid finally set down the bottle, my cheeks were flushed and my temples pulsing from my head rush. She pulled off the band holding my hair back, stroking my beard as she pulled out one of her tits and fit her puffy nipple in my mouth. My mouth latched onto her nipple, and as I sucked and tugged at the stiffening bud between my teeth, the head rush slowly dissolved. With my other hand, I pulled aside the bride's thong and scraped my fingers across her hot, sticky folds.

  I slid my finger into her cunt and started to fuck her, but both ladies pulled away from me. They lowered their eyes, exchanging meaningful looks as they lay me down on the flat of my back. The bride fished out one of the last condoms from the bowl on a nearby table. She kept her eyes fixed on mine as she unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. Dragging her teeth across her lip, she slowly unfurled the red rubber over my length.