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“God, I’ve missed you so much,” he says, his lips dotting my face and neck with wet, tickly kisses.
Giggling and crying, I find his mouth with mine again, allowing my fingers to peel off his ball cap and slip into his hair.
His hands find my ass, hoisting me up and coaxing my legs around his waist. He’s already growing hard for me and that turns me on.
Articles of clothing are flying to the floor as he marches down the hallway with me in his arms. The rest of our clothes get shredded the second Harry drops me down on the bed.
I’m wet and I’m ready to go. Still the man crawls between my thighs and eats my pussy like he just busted out of prison, starved for his very favorite meal. I lock my legs behind his back and grip his hair, riding my way to an orgasm I didn’t realize I needed.
Then he flips me onto my knees, pushes my shoulders down into the mattress and fucks me until I’m shuddering hard with release. And because he’s the king of stamina, he then flips me onto my back and fucks me slow, stealing another orgasm from me and finally allowing himself to climax, too.
We’re both panting when he pulls me against his slick, warm chest in the bed.
Give me an eternity with this man and I don’t think I’ll ever get over how good it feels when he holds me. “The only place I ever fit was between your arms. The only place I’ve ever felt safe was inside your heart,” I whisper.
Harry snuggles up behind me, rambling sleepily into my ear. “I want to give you everything. Everything you want. You want babies? I want to give you babies. How many babies you want?” I feel his lips sweep over the back of my neck.
A vice locks around my throat. “Huh?” I turn over my shoulder to get a glimpse of his face.
But his eyes have already fluttered shut and now, he’s mumbling adorably as he drifts off to sleep. “I’ll give you a…a big house…with a football field in the back. And…and I’ll give you all…the babies you…want…”
53
HARRY
Tunnel vision.
The stakes are high. So is the tension. The Paragons fans are loud as hell.
Our team hasn’t had the greatest of seasons and were ruled out almost immediately out of the gate by football fans and sportscasters alike. But this past month, we’ve been on an upward streak.
I can’t even explain how this happened. But at this very moment, the Paragons are in our division’s wild card game with a shot at the playoffs in clear view.
That last game of the regular season, we won. New York lost. Chicago lost. Kansas City won. It was the perfect storm we needed to be selected into tonight’s wild card game. Essentially we’re runners up to making it into the playoffs. It’s not the prettiest way to get into the championships, but we’re clawing and kicking the whole way. Whatever it takes.
Besides, it’s kind of fun being the underdog. Having people doubt you…having people bet against you…having people talk shit about you…It gives you a kind of motivation that lights a fire under your ass.
And tonight, I’m playing like my ass is on fire.
Having Coach Robinson take me aside a few days ago and tell me how much of an asset I’ve been to this organization meant more than I expected. I’m not exactly desperate for coddling and reassurances in my skill set, but with all the trading whiplash nonsense, having a little reminder that my team still needs me was kind of fucking nice.
Most guys in my position would have stopped trying after learning about the trade on the horizon. But for me, that news has only made me work harder.
I want to prove to the Paragons management that they were wrong about me. When this trade is done and I’m long gone to the other side of the country, I want those assholes to sit around at their country club, choking on their cigar smoke, and remembering the time when Harry Westbrook used to wear a Paragons jersey.
I’m going to make my mark, dammit. Tonight, I’m going to play the game of my life.
My brothers, my parents, Grammy, my friends, and my beautiful fucking wife are right there in the stands. That makes this all worth while. That’s all the support I need.
I’m going to fight for it.
After that little meeting with Coach Robinson, I’ve been more determined than ever to give it my all in every practice. Every scrimmage. Every game. My days here on the Paragons team may be numbered, but until the clock runs out, I’m going to be the best damn backup wide receiver this team has ever seen.
Looks like my performance tonight might end up exceeding my stellar 100-plus-yards night—that’s fucking hard to top.
In between snaps, from the sideline, I glance up to the third row block of seats I purchased for my family. I see Nadia between Meghan and Nicky, bouncing up and down, screaming at the action on the field. It fills me with pride.
Look at her. Just weeks ago, she was Ms. Watching-Paragons-Football-Games-Is-Part-Of-My-Job. Now, she’s Mrs. Harry Westbrook. Hell fucking yeah!
