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Briyana
The Skyhawks were on a roll.
Thanks to their newly found good luck charm in me -okay, maybe it was actually Snoop’s quarterback play, but whatever- the team had managed to pull out huge back-to-back wins at home. Then, after a bye week, they’d taken that same energy on the road and won a third game, turning their even record into a winning one since they were now officially a game over .500.
The team in Kansas City was trying to change that though.
It was a Monday night game on their home turf and the stadium was packed out with fans who were all bundled up in their red, white, and yellow gold Winter gear, the unseasonably cold weather posing an additional challenge that the Skyhawks weren’t used to dealing with on a regular basis. And it didn’t take long for that shit to show once the game got going, the offense making a bunch of stupid mistakes that I could only assume was just their way of trying to get back to the heated sidelines as quickly as possible because otherwise…what the hell?
I was supposed to be pulling double duty by working on shoe designs and other related tasks while I watched the game, but I could hardly even focus since I was so busy yelling at the TV every few minutes. And it certainly didn’t help once the defense started fucking up, Lance in particular missing an easy tackle in the backfield that unfortunately resulted in the first touchdown of the game.
Fuck.
Considering how pissed I was, I could only imagine how he felt. But thankfully, Lance channeled that energy into the next defensive possession, forcing and recovering a fumble that Snoop was able to convert into a score-tying touchdown going into the second quarter.
That’s when things got a little ugly.
At the end of the first, it didn’t seem like either team really had much momentum. But the beginning of the second proved otherwise when the home team scored two touchdowns unanswered going into halftime. And while that would’ve been enough for me to turn the game off if the old starting quarterback was still involved, knowing Snoop was a fighter kept me optimistic as I used the break to change into one of Lance’s old jerseys and then warmed up my favorite meal from his chef before I settled back in front of the TV for the second half.
With a touchdown pass from Snoop to Hunter and then a huge Red Zone stop on defense that forced the home team to settle for a field goal, things were beginning to trend in the right direction. But it wasn’t until the end of the third quarter that I really felt like the Skyhawks were going to win, a second touchdown that Snoop ran in himself putting the team in striking distance as long as the defense was able to hold their own.
For a minute, things got a little shaky. But thanks to Gerald’s huge sack on the quarterback, the home team found themselves out of field goal range, forced to kick a punt that left the Skyhawks with a lot of ground to cover to be able to get on the scoreboard. And even though they were only able to get a field goal out of the possession, that was all they needed to tie the game that was literally going down to the wire, my heart racing as I watched the former league MVP set up for what he hoped would be a game-winning drive.
With how easily their offense seemed to be moving the ball down the field, it was hard for me to remain confident that the Skyhawks would,at least,be able to force the game into overtime. But I was glad I hadn’t lost all hope once I saw Gerald raise his arms to tip a pass that fell right into Lance’s hands, the sight of my man mobbing towards the end zone making me jump off the couch as I repeatedly cheered, “Go, baby. Go, baby. Go, baby,” which turned into a boisterous, “Let’s fuckin’ go!” once it was confirmed by the referees that Lance had scored.
Like I’d run the ball in myself, I was exhausted by the time I fell back down onto the couch, my eyelids filled with happy tears that I quickly wiped away since there were still a few seconds left on the clock. But with a botched kickoff return that turned into a fumble recovery for the Skyhawks, the game was officially over and won, my chest swelling with pride as I watched Lance go show love to a few players on the other team before being pulled to the side for a quick interview with Bleu Taylor.
She asked him the usual questions and he was giving the usual answers until Snoop popped on the screen and shoved what I could only assume was the game ball into his hands. And after shooting a little smirk his way, Lance looked right into the camera and said, “This one’s coming home to you, Squirrel,” the fact that he’d really called me that shit on national TV -on Monday Night Football- making me bust out laughing as I pressed rewind so that I could record the clip on my phone and then share it to my Instagram story with the caption,“Why is he like this? LMAO”
Nala was the first to respond,“I see you, Sandy Cheeks LMAO”the thought of the badass animated squirrel out of Texas making me laugh even harder as I decided to post a sexy mirror picture in Lance’s jersey with just that as my caption. And even though my profile was private, I suppose Lance wanted everyone to know who he was talking about when he shared a screenshot of the picture to his story with the squirrel and the heart emoji, the gesture making me smile even though the influx of follower requests that resulted was just the thing I needed to keep me off the app for the rest of the night.
Of course, there was plenty for me to do since I’d abandoned work to give my full attention to the Skyhawks game. And in the time that had passed since then, only more inquiries had come in, practically turning my email inbox into an endless scroll of unread messages. But there was one message in particular that stood out from the rest; a message that instantly made me nervous since the email address was directly associated with Nike.
Admittedly, my first instinct was to assume it was spam. And then I started to wonder if they were reaching out to reprimand me for violating some sort of rule in regard to their customization software. But when I finally opened the email, I realized it wasn’t about either of those, my eyes squinted as I read what had to be a joke since…they really wanted to talk tomeabout joining their design team?
According to the email, one of the positions I’d applied for months ago -and hadn’t gotten- still needed to be filled. And apparently, after going through previous applications they had on file and then seeing the work I’d been doing on my own, the company was interested in bringing me in for a meeting, the fact that Kicks by Bri had even popped up on their radar blowing my mind as I read through all the other details about how to get in touch if I was interested.
But was I interested?
If this was before I’d moved back to Houston, I obviously would’ve jumped at the opportunity without thinking twice. And even if I’d received an email like this after only a month of being here, I would’ve been on the first thing smoking back to Oregon. But now that I’d been here for a few months, had transitioned into working for myself full-time,andhad fallen madly in love with my best friend, things were a bit more complicated; especially since I wasn’t sure how Lance would feel about the possibility of me leaving again.
Being completely honest, there wasn’t a single scenario where I imagined him being happy about it. And I suppose that was why I was nervous to even bring it up when he got home way later that night. But thankfully, a victory for the Skyhawks meant victory dick, a welcomed distraction that had my ass in the air and my face buried in the pillows as Lance drove into me from behind.
When he pulled out to eat my pussy from the back, I was convinced he was already campaigning for me to stay since that shit feltwaytoo fuckin’ good. And once he got back in it, the email from Nike was as good as forgotten; especially once he added in a hard few smacks to my ass that I felt all over before he flipped me onto my back to fuck me missionary style.
He was so damn fine.
From his beard that was soaked with my arousal to the slight bruise his helmet had left at the top of his forehead, I was literally obsessed with everything about him. And from the enamored expression on his face as he sexed me slowly, it was clear he felt the same way, our eyes connecting for a brief moment to communicate what didn’t need to be said before Lance very subtly increased the pace of his strokes.
With my legs resting against his shoulders and his fingers teasing my clit, it wasn’t long before I found myself on the brink of an orgasm. And considering how exhausted it left me once it happened, I was grateful that Lance wasn’t too far behind, pulling out just in time to nut on my stomach that was still rising and falling as I worked to catch my breath.
When he collapsed onto the bed next to me, I wanted nothing more than to cuddle up under his arm and fall asleep. But with the mess he’d created, that unfortunately wasn’t an option, the both of us moving to the bathroom to clean ourselves up a little which somehow turned into Lance asking, “What’s on your mind, baby?”
“Hm?”
“You seem a little preoccupied or somethin’,” he explained, the fact that I hadn’t even realized I was already back in my head about the whole job thing lowkey tripping me out as I tried to decide if now was even the right time to have a conversation about it.
Not that Lance wasn’t going to want some sort of answer.
