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Chapter20
Levi
There were two away games Charleigh would be officiating during the regular season. Chicago and Las Vegas. She had a few more out of town games, but those were the two she would be officiating that the Jets would be playing. For some reason, I felt my anxiety lessen knowing she was close to me but not in Atlanta.
I had kept my cool for most of the game against Chicago, barely raising my voice. It also helped that we were up by two touchdowns and that Charleigh was assigned to the home team side of the field, which meant she was not the line judge standing in my way.
The unfortunate part was that Chicago had her locker room down the home team corridor and I wasn’t going to be able to sneak into her locker room to fuck her senseless like I had promised. I was, however, sure that I was going to track her down right after the game and make up for the lost time.
I hadn't seen her for two days before, when we were in the gym. She had obviously taken her own flight, because why would an official fly with the team? But it seemed as though she was at a different hotel as well. Not that I stayed in the lobby all night waiting for her to arrive or anything.
I had spent the entire first half against Chicago glancing at her across the field before eyeing my team’s next play. It had become somewhat of a habit. Call the play, adjust the play, watch the guys get in position, glance up at Charleigh, then get my head back in the game.
You’d think I knew in that moment how fucked I was, but it was well into the second half before things finally cracked.
As the game dwindled down, timeouts and stopped plays were happening in excess. All I wanted was the game to end so bad that I had shed my headset. I was pacing along the line on the field waiting for the clock to hit zero so I could march across and tell Charleigh to drop her fucking pants.
That was when I knew I was fucked.
I cared more about getting to Charleigh than I did the game. I didn’t know what to do with that spinning around in my head. I didn't even like Charleigh, did I? I liked Apple. Apple was funny, intelligent, witty, charming… Apple was Charleigh though.
“Coach? Let's go.” My assistant coach was pushing me onto the field to go shake hands with the opposing team as I stood there wondering if I hated Charleigh or not. As I jog toward the center of the field, I decided I didn’t hate fucking Charleigh and that was good enough for me.
“Good game, Coach,” I said, as I shook hands with my opponent.
“See you in a few weeks,” he smiled back.
We had another game against Chicago at home, right after our bye week and I knew they would be out for revenge. I made a mental note to watch the last five minutes of the game over and over again because I had been watching Charleigh and they probably made adjustments that would kick our ass next time.
More proof I was making a huge mistake by hunting her down. But I had a plan. Find her, fuck her, and make it back to the locker room with my team before anyone started to wonder where I was.
After my handshake, I told my assistant coaches I was headed to say hello to a few people and would catch up later. They left me alone and I started toward the home team corridor. Black and white stripes caught my eye and I saw the long braid Charleigh wore so I followed her as discreetly as possible–even though she was going extremely fast.
In my own stadium, it was a risk. In an away stadium, it was career suicide. But when I thought about New York, and all the low points since that trip, I needed the adrenaline that chasing her gave me. But that was the only time I would do it and I knew it would be out of my system.
Just like in our stadium, there was a turn into a secluded area where Charleigh had run to. I made the next few paces keeping my head low in hopes no one would recognize me. Odds were good that no one would be looking for me over there and wouldn’t pay me any attention, but I kept low just in case.
Once I turned into the corner that Charleigh did, I was relieved to see it was set up like ours. A small hall and a door that anyone passing by wouldn’t be able to see me go into. I raised my hand to knock but decided to just barge in instead, hoping to grab the upper hand on whatever fight she wanted to put up.
I tried the handle, and it didn't turn–locked. A sigh of relief had settled through me because more than once I mentally berated her for not locking the door back at home. Any motherfucker could walk right in–like me.
I knocked hard and then placed my hands on either side of the doorframe, listening as I heard her move around on the other side of the door. I didn't have much time, but part of the thrill for me was seeing how fast I could make her come. Still, she needed to open the fucking door.
I knocked one more time, and slowly, the door finally opened. Her eyes peeked out in a reserved manner, but when she saw it was me, she opened the door all the way.
I pushed my way in quickly and instantly shoved her into the wall. My hand wrapped around her throat as I started rubbing her pussy on the outside of her pants.
“I missed you at half time,” I whispered, but left the agitation in my voice.
“I missed you too.” Her words were broken, emotional, and my eyes shot up to hers for the first time since I walked in.
Her eyes were glassy, and her face was red. She had already taken her hat off, so I had a clear view as I searched for what was wrong. I started to pull my hand away, but she stopped me, holding it to her neck and keeping her eyes on me. “Don’t stop.”
I moved my other hand again, rubbing her pussy as I watched her face morph from rigid to lustful. Something was wrong, and even though I shouldn't care, I also didn't want to take advantage of her. I may have been a little rough with her, but she always wanted it. Her being upset while I still held her up was making me question my morals.
“I need it,” she croaked, seeing me at war with myself. “Just like when we fought the other night, Levi. So hard it hurts.”
I brought my hand up and popped her pants open then reached my hand down to feel if she was even wet. Somehow, through whatever she was going through, she was soaked, and my dick stood at attention.
