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She starts to turn, but her fingers hesitate as she reaches for the zipper on her jeans.
“Here?” Her eyes widen as she looks back at me. I’m already undoing my pants, so fucking hard and desperate to be inside her.
“Here.”
“Are you sure? You’ve got to be tired, if you sit down over there I could—”
I slip my hand over her mouth and turn her around, her back to my front. I kiss my way up the side of her throat, and she melts into me.
“No. I want this view. The place you run behind the scenes, and I run out on that field. Watch you come apart with this background knowing we own it. That seventy thousand people are out there cheering my name this season because Madison Westfield convinced them to take a chance. That you could have any guy you want and you still choose me. Your brothers might be very good at this game, Madness, but they’re not the ones who inherited the real family legacy. The ability to make kings out of nobodies. You do that.” I slip my hand down the front of her panties, gliding the pads of my fingers over her clit. “And knowing you have that kind of power and I’m the guy you use it for? Fuck. I’m lucky as hell. Add that to the fact I can get you this wet? I promise I’m never too tired to give you anything you need.”
“I want you inside me. Where you belong.”
Fuck, do I love this woman when she’s bossy.
“Anything you want.”
She steps out of her pants and bends over the counter, the jersey she’s wearing with my name on it long enough that it still covers half of her sweet little ass.
“Spread for me, gorgeous.”
She shifts her feet and bends further as I line myself up, teasing her with the tip a few times before I take her. She clenches down on my cock, and I grip her hips, too fucking high on the win and the way she feels to go slow. I feel like a god with her in my hands and this stadium under my feet. Like everything I ever sacrificed or suffered through was worth it for this moment. If I never get a ring or a trophy, it won’t matter. Because I have her. I have this—and it’s all I ever wanted.
She moans softly, her hips countering me as I fuck her faster and harder. The sound of our fucking echoes against the walls, and I just hope no one chooses this moment to wander the hall outside the suite. They’ll get a fucking earful if they do. The sound of her moans and whimpers too fucking good for anyone but me to hear.
“Fuck, Madness. When you whimper like that… I can barely take it. You’re so good for me. Take me so well…” I can hardly think to talk, and I’m just muttering every little word that comes into my mind. So gone for her I can’t do anything but tell her how perfect she is.
A few moments later, I can feel her coming hard around my cock, hear it in the sound of her voice as she cries out my name and collapses forward onto the counter. It pulls me down with her, taking both of us under until my vision goes black, and I feel like I can barely get enough oxygen in my lungs. She might have been right that I needed more recovery time after the game, but I don’t give a fuck when I open my eyes and see the image in front of me.
Her bent over, breathing heavily, desperately trying to catch her breath. A sated smile on her face as she glances back at me.Set across the backdrop of the place I plan to spend the season turning into my own home, finally, after so many seasons playing for teams that didn’t matter to me. Wasting days and hours just getting by. It feels like everything finally matters. Everything in my life finally counts for something now that I have her and this chance. Neither of which I plan to waste a single second of.
40
Madison
“Didyou want me to make the salad?” I call to Wren from the pantry as we prep dinner in the kitchen.
“Yes, if you don’t mind. Hopefully, East is back soon. Some of the herbs he’s supposed to be getting are what I need for the salad dressing,” Wren calls back.
East and Quentin have gone on a walk out around the lake, so East can show Quentin the garden he created and the greenhouse he has set up, and allegedly to get the herbs we need to finish dinner. The ones that have yet to show up. I peek out the back window to see the two of them in the distance staring out at the lake, East gesticulating wildly at the water, and I’m sure Quentin’s currently getting the story of how East sunk a bunch of their old Christmas trees in there to create a habitat for the fish. He claimed he was going to have it be a fishing pond forhim and his future kids, but instead, he mostly seems to be keeping the fish as pets.
The doorbell rings just as I’m bringing out the croutons and bread from the pantry and Wren’s brow furrows.
“Expecting anyone?”
“No. Not that I know of. Maybe a package or something? I never know what East orders. The weirdest things show up when he’s in one of his new-hobby modes.”
“I’ll go answer it.”
“Thank you!” Wren calls after me as I make my way down the hallway to the front entrance.
I wipe my hands on the apron I’m wearing and open the door to look for the package. I’m startled to find two people standing there. More startled when I realize they’re my parents.
“Mom. Dad.”
“Oh good! We were hoping we’d get to see you too.” My mom grabs my hand and squeezes it as she walks past me, following my father who just barges right in without waiting to be invited. It doesn’t surprise me that I got no warning of their visit. I’m not really speaking to my father and barely speaking to my mother because of the way he handled Tobias’s PR problems and then the loss to his team at the championship.
“Um. We’re in the middle of dinner. It’s not the greatest timing.”
