One.
Touchdown!
The stadium erupts. We take the lead with ten seconds remaining.
They never get more than five yards on each of their two possessions, and we win the game.
It’s pandemonium in the stadium. Of course, we have to nail Coach with a bucket of Gatorade, and then I look toward the stands. It takes me a minute, but I finally spot Abby. I race over to the railing, leap up, and pull myself over. The crowd cheers when my girlfriend jumps into my arms.
Panting, I kiss her. “We did it.”
“I’m so proud of you.” She grabs my face and peppers me with more kisses. “I knew you’d win.”
With my other arm, I pick up Hazel and kiss her cheek. “How’d Daddy do?”
“So good! I’m proud of you.”
“Aww, thanks, kiddo. Have you been behaving up here?” I ask as I put my girls down.
“She’s been an angel,” Abby says with a huge grin.
I motion behind me. “Need to go do the post-game media thing, but I’ll see you back at the hotel.” She nods. I spot her parents over her shoulder and hug them. “So glad you could come today.”
“Are you kidding?” her dad Ted says. “You just made my whole year.”
Abby sets Hazel down on her seat, and I lean over to hug my daughter again. “Be sure to listen to Abby and Miss Gail, okay? I’ll see you in a little while, and we’ll grab dinner, okay?”
Hazel gives me a thumbs-up.
I laugh, then turn to kiss Abby on the forehead. “See you in a bit, baby.”
She leans in and whispers, “We have to make up for what we didn’t do last night.”
With a chuckle, I wink. “Oh, I haven’t forgotten.”
* * *
ABIGAIL
“Fuck, you look good like this,” Nick groans as he takes me from behind.
I hold myself up against the headboard as best I can. “The jersey does it for you, huh?”
“You have no idea. All of your clothes should be labeled with my last name.”
A blissful smile spreads on my lips as he sucks on my neck. “That feels so good, but I didn’t bring any turtlenecks. Careful.”
He chuckles as he leans back and grips my ass. “A turtleneck in Miami might be hard to explain.”
After his huge win this afternoon, we had dinner with Hazel, my parents, Coach Santos, and a few other players before we locked ourselves in my hotel room, where we’ve been reconnecting ever since. I owe my mom for offering to watch Hazel tonight.
I’m about to say something about turtlenecks when Nick reaches around to circle my clit with his fingers, and I lose all coherent thought. I arch my back, and he hits that spot that makes my eyes cross. A moment later, I come so hard, my legs quake beneath me, and he has to hold me up so I don’t smash into the headboard.
His hold tightens until my back is flush against his chest. With another groan, he bites my shoulder and molds my boobs with his giant hands. I’m just coming down from my orgasm, but when he swells between my legs with his release, that somehow sets me off again.
By the time we collapse in bed, I can’t stop giggling. “You have a magic dick. I didn’t know I could come like that.”
“I’m looking forward to finding all the ways to make you come.” He hauls me up over his chest and kisses me. “I love you, buttercup.”
