The morning of the big game was here.
We had flown to the stadium where we were playing, and Kresslee, Creed, my dad, and grandparents had tickets in the front row. My grandma had surprised Kresslee with a bedazzled jersey with my name on it.
I loved seeing my last name across her back.
I had taken her last night, with her wearing only my jersey and my ring.
She had knelt in front of me, sucking my cock deep in her mouth before I lifted her from the floor, and threw her on the bed, telling her to get on her hands and knees, which she did.
I stood next to the bed as I shoved my cock deep inside her, taking her hard and fast as she cried out my name.
Hearing that fall from her lips settled something inside me that I didn’t know needed to be settled.
Now I was in the locker room, getting my pads on, my cleats tied, and ready to go.
I took a few deep breaths. This was the big game for which I had worked my entire life.
Denver sat next to me, and I took a deep breath, ready to play the game of my life.
My phone buzzed, making me jump a little as I reached into my locker to retrieve it, and I saw that Kresslee had texted me a picture of her, holding her phone out, showing Creed next to her, my father on her other side, and my grandparents squeezing in as tightly as they could.
It made me smile as the text came through.
Kresslee: Good luck. We all love you.
Ridge: I love you too. Thank you for your support.
Kresslee: Your very own cheerleader is cheering you on.
Ridge: I can’t wait to see it.
I put my phone away and picked up my helmet.
Our coach walked over, “I’m proud of all of you. We worked hard to get here, and we are champions no matter what. Go out there and kick ass.”
We all cheered, and as our song came on, we ran out of the tunnel to the field.
It was time.
I looked out into the stands, seeing my girl front and center. My dad to the right of her, Creed to the left, and my grandparents sitting next to my dad.
They all had my jersey number, except for Creed, but he was here, his knee healing up. They hadn’t gone back to their home yet, and I loved that I had gotten to know Creed so well since everything happened.
He was a good man. Solid in everything he did, and I could tell he was thrilled for us.
He did his best to eat dinner with us, speaking with my grandparents when they came over and getting tips from my dad on different throwing techniques.
Creed was shocked when his spiral went further than he had ever thrown before.
I grinned when he kept practicing.
He threw back and forth with my dad for hours, until I finally made him stop.
I could see Creed dripping sweat down his temples, and his leg shook.
Kresslee had been in the kitchen with my grandma, learning to make pies with her.
Her grandma had come over a few times, and she hit it off with my grandma quickly. And Creed had spoken with his grandma about his feelings.
