I unpacked my bag, grateful that I hadn’t worn much over the weekend. Other than Ridge’s clothes, that is, so I didn’t have much laundry to do.
I cleaned up the kitchen, grateful that Creed didn’t leave much for me to clean up. He knew better. I wasn’t his maid.
After making myself something to eat, I checked on Creed’s location and saw that he was at the gym. I knew he would likely be there for a while.
I had a feeling he had some frustration to work off.
I turned on the television in my room, one that I rarely used, but had come with the house. Thanking the heavens that it came with all the channels. I wanted to watch Ridge’s team play.
The Salt Lake City Saints were a top-tier team. I knew that the Jackals were close behind them, but Ridge’s team seemed to work together as if they were one mind.
I don’t know what his coach did to make them do that, but he was something special.
I knew that many teams in the big leagues wanted Ridge’s coach for their team, but he refused to give up his position.
I knew Ridge’s team was about to come out, and I sat back against the headboard in my bed, pulling my most comfortable blanket over top of me.
I put my plate of food in my lap, watching as the Saints ran out on the field.
I picked Ridge out easily. He was tall, thicker in the chest and legs because of his position, and watching him in his uniform was something else.
I got so wet just from watching him. I knew what he looked like under that uniform. I felt all those muscles with my fingertips.
I knew what it felt like to have Ridge’s cock deep inside me.
I felt his cum as it slid out of me.
I knew no one else knew what that felt like. Only me. Only ever me. Seeing Ridge’s handsome face, I knew it was hard to believe. But believe it, I did. He had been in love with me since we were teenagers.
I knew a lot of men wouldn’t wait for their one girl, but Ridge had. I believed it when he told me that.
He was my first, my only. I was so glad it was him.
Ridge seemed to look into the camera, where he smiled for a second.
I knew it was only for me. I bit my lip, trying to keep the squeal I wanted to give inside me.
He was so handsome.
I watched them get set up, then the play started. I couldn’t take my eyes off the team as they played, even if someone asked me to.
Ridge’s team was amazing, and before long, it was his turn on the field.
I knew what number he was, and I zeroed in on him, even without being able to see his face.
He got into position, and it seemed as if I could feel his concentration. His utter focus on what was happening on the field.
It was sexy as hell. When the quarterback threw the ball, Ridge was moving, and I couldn’t help the moan that fell from my lips as Ridge’s big body tackled the man with the ball.
I could swear that with that first hit, I came. I watched Ridge help the man he tackled to his feet, then they got back into position.
I couldn’t help but touch myself when I saw Ridge get back down, his thighs straining against his uniformed pants.
I put my hand in my panties, watching as Ridge tackled the guy once more.
I replayed that scene, repeatedly.
Ridge’s huge body took that man down like the other man weighed a hundred pounds.
