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He rolled off of me.
“You ok?”
He moved to untie my wrists.
I grinned. “Perfect.”
He dropped the scarf on the floor and pulled me to his chest. I nuzzled into the warmth of his solid chest.
“I knew you were a nice guy,” I whispered.
He laughed. “Give me a minute, baby before round two.”
I rolled on my side to face him. I traced the line of his jaw. My eyes lifted to his. “I loved it.” I kissed his full lips. “Just know that.”
He brushed my hair off my shoulder and kissed me lightly where his teeth had once bitten me. “I did too.”
“I’ve never let someone do that before. I didn’t know I’d like it.” I drew a circle over his heart. I could feel the erratic rhythm over the heat of his skin.
“But you did?”
I nodded. “Is there more?”
His eyebrows arched. “More?”
“I want to know all your good boy ways.” I reached between us, taking his cock in my hand.
He hissed with pleasure. “Fuck.”
He reached for the covers, pulling them over us. “You’re not backing out of this.”
“Never,” I whispered.
“Good. Neither am I.”
Twenty-Three
Kane
We lined up on the field just like every other time before now.
Except this time, I had people in the stands and not just fans, but people I actually cared about seeing me play my best.
If I turned my head to the left, I could see Hunter sitting in my box with Julie. Pops was up there too.
I didn’t though.
I didn’t want these bastards across from me on the field to know I gave a damn what anyone thought because they would use that shit against me in every way possible.
I called for the snap and Jordan spiked the ball straight into my hands. I counted one second, two and then I looked out into the sea of bodies for a free man. I spotted Donnie across the field. He was there waiting for me right where he was supposed to be. I pulled back my arm and let the ball sail.
He caught it effortlessly, turning and tucking it under his arm before he was sacked at the forty-three-yard line. The team rushed forward, huddling quickly to hear the next play and then lining up again so we didn’t waste too much time on the clock.
The next play we ran was like the first, except where I passed the ball to Donnie the last time this time I pitch it off to Joe and then run along the side line with Aaron making sure Joe got the three yards we needed for the first down.
He made it all the way to the twenty-six-yard line before being tackled out of bounds, stopping the clock completely. I slapped him on the ass when I made my way back to the huddle, our way of congratulating each other and then called the next play.
We had a sure fire way of winning this game and I wanted to make sure it happens. It was the first time that I could think of that my QB box was filled with the most important people in my life.
