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“I can’t be the only one who makes all those noises in bed with you.” Best to remind my libido that I’m nothing special. I stab my fork in the salad and bring it to my lips. The tangy homemade dressing over the crisp lettuce is to die for.
“You were different. I knew it as soon as you left.”
I feel my cheeks heat. I need to change the subject before this goes too far. I’m so horny lately, and my nipples are so sensitive. It would take nothing for him to get me off at this point, and that kind of thinking can only lead to trouble—and confusion.
“So, Nick?” I try to change the subject.
He clearly knows what I’m doing because he laughs before leaning back and sipping his water. I wonder if he’s not drinking because I can’t, or if he just doesn’t drink as much as I assumed he did. “I needed my things, and I knew the bar downstairs would be crowded with people trying to take a picture of me or us together. I called in a favor.”
“What was it like growing up like that?”
He stares at his plate for a second, moving his pasta around. “I can’t complain. To have what you want all the time isn’t a bad way of life. I was privileged, to be sure. When my grandfather died at the same time colleges started paying attention to my football skills, it worked in my favor. I’d been my dad’s entire focus up until that point—sending me to camps and lining me up with professional instructors. After my grandfather died, my dad had to take the reins of the family, so he didn’t have a lot of time for me. I think that benefited me a lot.”
“Why? Sounds like he was trying to give you every advantage.” I fork some more pasta into my mouth and suppress the urge to moan at the taste.
He nods, and his gaze meets mine. “Yeah, but your teammates don’t respect the kids who get on teams because of their parents. No one likes the coach’s kid who gets to play a position because his dad is the coach, especially when they suck at it. Him being distracted allowed me to follow the same path as everyone else. I got into Michigan because they sought me out, not the other way around. I feel like I made it myself, you know? I didn’t get there on Daddy’s money.”
“Money doesn’t make someone talented.”
He chuckles. “I suppose not, but it can buy off a lot of people. If I was a shit player, I wouldn’t have made it to the pros, or if I did, I would’ve ridden the bench. It’s the one thing I can really pride myself on because to get where I did is hard as hell. That’s why I couldn’t give two shits what people say about my game.”
“Like the fans?”
“Yeah, I mean, it’s like all that shit those women are saying about you. We have to deal with the Monday morning quarterbacks who talk shit with their friends and comment on social media threads as if they could do it better. They didn’t have what it takes, or they’d be where I am, so I don’t really give a shit what they say.”
I think about it for a moment, and his words ring true. Those women just wish they were sitting across from Damon right now. That they were the ones carrying his baby.
“I don’t want to hide out,” I say, feeling some of my confidence return.
A slow smile spreads on his face, and it makes me wish he was mine to kiss because it’s so damn sexy. “You don’t have to.”
I raise my chin a bit. “I don’t care what they say about me. I know myself and…” I run my hands over my belly. “They just want what I have. Let them be jealous.”
He slowly claps his hands. “That’s my girl.”
God, those words and his smile, like he’s proud of me, make me want to melt into a puddle. He puts his large hand over my smaller one, and I ignore the way I seem to light up at the small show of affection.
“Damon?” I just have one last question for him regarding today’s events.
“Yeah?”
“What are the suitcases for?”
His smile grows wicked. It’s the same one he gave me during our night together after he gave me my first orgasm with his mouth between my legs. “I want to move in.”
My fork slips from my hand and falls to the plate.
Chapter11
Damon
I’ve been staying at Adeline’s for two weeks, and the due date keeps creeping closer. I hired a trainer out here, and other than once a week when Cooper makes me go into the city to train with him on plays and passes, I’m here. The media attention has died down somewhat, although every time a picture is snapped of us, there are more nasty comments made about Adeline. I wish I could shield her from all this bullshit.
“You have to stop driving me to work,” Adeline says as I pull up along the curb of the school. She had a doctor’s appointment this morning, and I was filled with relief when the doctor said everything was going well.
“Nope, not gonna happen,” I say.
She undoes her seat belt and turns a little in her seat to face me. “Damon, you can go home now.”
