Chapter Fifteen
JJ
“Sleep good last night, QB?” My teammate winks and grins as he jogs into formation. I’ve gotten twenty or so similar comments already today. What the heck is going on?
Dawson smirks, smacking me on the back as he lines up. “Saw the recent articles about you and your woman. They’re calling you guys Camford now.” He laughs.
“What?” I ask, getting distracted when I should be calling the next play.
Of course, there are new articles, I should’ve suspected, but I’ve been a little distracted with driving back home from Kinsley’s and having her at my house.
For the first time I can remember, I’m ready to go home, rather than throw footballs all day.
I’m giddy inside over the fact that she’s in my space. I want her there permanently.
“You know…Camdon and Bradford, but put together,” he explains.
I sigh. Because seriously?
With a grumble, I reply, “We have a game to prepare for gentlemen. Are you all ready to go to work, maybe prepare for a game we have in three days’ time? I don’t know about you, but I plan on winning.” And not talking about my personal life until Kinsley’s comfortable with it.
Seventy-nine, my center, Doug Friendly, pauses. “Look, Cap, we’re all just wondering when you’re going to bring her around so we can meet her.”
“Stop worrying about my woman, Friendly, and concentrate on keeping my pocket safe. Now, let’s fucking go!” I end up screaming the last part, and the team’s backs snap straight on both offense and defense, ready for the next call. “Niner-Niner-Pumpkin-Twist-Back, let’s run it. Set, hike!”
With several loud grunts, both lines go head-to-head as the ball is hiked.
I catch it, step back, one, two, three, four, five, and twist. Thirty-seven comes barreling my way for the hand off.
Which I make flawlessly, of course, and then he’s hauling ass down the open route, toward the endzone.
He gets nine yards in before he’s tackled, and we line up.
The moment we’re moving into position, the questions hit me again.
“Will she be at the game?” Fifty-three, Tatum Knight, on defense, asks.
“I’m working on it,” I admit with a huff, and several snicker. Assholes.
“QB doesn’t have her quite locked down,” Dawson tells the group, and I glower in his direction.
“Do too. She’s at my house right now with her dogs.”
A loud whistle from one of them catches my attention next. “Damn, QB, you wifey’ing her up, now, huh?”
If she’ll let me.
I don’t respond, just move to the next play. “Mind the gaps! Blue-Twinkle-Fall-Jump. Set, hike!”
I step back into the pocket and notice Ninety-Nine coming straight for me.
“Silver, Ninety-Nine!” I yell, and then a player is on him, blocking him at the last minute from getting to me.
Dawson is open, it’s not our play, we were supposed to be running, but I go with it and launch the ball.
He runs for it, trying to pace the ball with his strides.
It sinks down into his arms, and he grips it to his chest, running for the end zone.
“Touchdown!” The offensive line screams around me, and Dawson jumps a couple of times, doing his victory dance. A few others run to him, joining in.
“Good job, QB,” my quarterback coach compliments. “That was a fifty-seven-yard pass. Your completion rates today are eighteen for eighteen. Now, let’s just do it again at the game.”
I nod. Those completion stats are for after I’ve done my customary two-hundred-and-two automated tosses earlier. Time has taught me that practice and repetition are my greatest assets to honing my skill, and I take advantage of both every chance I get.
I’m leaving the practice field, freshly showered and in clean clothes, as a few of my teammates catch up to me in the parking lot. “We’re having an afterparty at my place after we play the opening game, you coming?” Forty-one asks, and I shrug.
“Maybe, I’ll let you know.”
Dawson grins, “Probably depends on if he has company or not.”
I roll my eyes, “Bro, it’s the first game of the season, my mom will probably be in town.”
“Oh, perfect reason to take the party to your house. Your mom is hot.”
“Dawson, talk about my mom like that again, and you won’t be catching anything from me except these hands.”
“Damn it, I take it back, QB. Momma Camdon isn’t hotter than the sun.”
Denzel snorts. He’s on special teams. “You’re lucky QB is so chill, I’d be stuffing you in my trunk for talking about my momma.”
Dawson laughs it off, turning his attention to me again. “Seriously, when do we get to meet this Author girlfriend of yours?”
The guys perk up. “Wait, she’s an author?” Denzel asks.
“So cool, Bro,” Forty-one comments. I don’t call him by his name yet; he’s a rookie and has to earn his field time before I start showing him he’s anything special. And he is, the kid can block like it’s his one purpose in life.
“Yeah, she’s written a bunch of books. She’s smart, beautiful…” I trail off, going a bit gooey inside, overthinking about how much I care about her. “Anyway, I’m pretty sure she’s the one, so you’ll meet her eventually. I hope she’ll come to the game, but I’m not pressuring her.”
I get to my truck before I realize I left the others behind. I glance back, finding them several feet away, mouths hanging open, and eyes wide. “What?”
“The one, like the one?” Dawson calls, and I automatically nod.
“Yep, I love her,” I admit and climb into my truck. Then I pull a Kinsley move and give them the bird as I drive off. Nosey assholes.
I groan as I walk through the door to my house, and a delicious smell greets me. I wasn’t too hungry when I left, but now I’m suddenly starving. Jingle, Bells, and Dude bum rush me as soon as I enter the kitchen. “Hey guys!” I greet them all with a ton of pets, letting my gym bag fall to the floor.
When I raise my gaze, I find Kinsley by the sink in the kitchen, watching us with an amused smile. “It smells amazing in here; did you order food?”
She shakes her head as I leave the dogs behind and make my way into the kitchen. “Nope, I checked out your refrigerator.”
I wince, knowing there was nothing but my meal prep. “I’m sorry, I would’ve had it stocked if I knew we were going to be here.” I glance at the stove and take in the pots and pans. “You cooked? I’m sorry, seriously. I would’ve ordered something for us as soon as I got home.”
She offers me a soft smile, so unlike the fiery woman I’ve come to expect. “I wanted to. You’ve kept me out of the spotlight, you’ve protected me, cared for me, and treated my dogs as if they’re your own. Let me do one little thing for you to show you how much you mean to me.”
She’s in my arms in the next moment. “Of course I’m going to do those things, haven’t you figured me out by now?” I pause, hoping she won’t run away from me with my confession. “I’m in love with you.”
Her lower lip trembles, her teeth sinking into the plump flesh. “Y-you love me?”
I nod. “I can’t stop thinking about you, every waking moment I want to be with you, talk to you, touch you. I’m so far gone, so in love with you, I feel like I can’t breathe without you in my life.”
“I’m here,” she reassures. “I love you, too, JJ. I truly do, even if that scares me.”
I kiss her again, knowing I will never have my fill of this woman for as long as I live.
“I hope you’re hungry. I checked all of your meals, and the food I cooked should be close to the same number of calories and carbs, so it won’t mess you up.”
“You did all of that for me?”
“Yes, I love you too.”
Acts of service are my love language, and the fact that she spent time cooking for me, when she could’ve been doing anything, makes me feel warm and fuzzy all over. I’m going to spoil this woman as much as she lets me. I kiss her again and then spin her toward the island.
“Hands on the counter and bend forward,” I order, my voice low as desire cascades through me.
“Now?’ She asks, already breathless from our kiss, and I’ve barely touched her.
“This will be quick, but I promise to make it up to you later if you’ll let me?”
“Always,” she agrees, and then I’m tugging her shorts and panties down in one swift motion.
They pool at her ankles, covering her sock-clad feet, and I take a minute to appreciate the view before me—her smooth, pale skin, each provocative curve, the way she's positioned herself just as I asked her to. She’s all alpha female, I don’t doubt it for a minute, but yet she feels safe enough with me to listen when I tell her to do something, and it’s an undeniably heady feeling.
I glide my palm along the swell of her gorgeous, wide booty, feeling her tremble beneath my touch.
“Don’t move,” I whisper, quickly retrieving a condom from my gym bag on the floor.
I impatiently rip the top of the package open with my teeth, never taking my eyes off of her in the process.
My breathing grows labored already with the anticipation of what’s to come.
In this moment, I know I’ll never possibly get enough of her.
Goosebumps erupt over her flesh as the air conditioner kicks on, and she meets my stare. “I need you to warm me up, hotpants.”
A chuckle leaves me at her pet name as I roll the condom on and position myself behind her, one hand gripping her hip while the other guides me to her entrance.
She's already slick with want, and I groan at the feel of her. “Tell me you’re okay, and I can have this. Tell me you want me to fill you as badly as I need to feel you wrapped around my cock.” I beg, my breath against her neck, as I’m already opening it to kiss and lightly nibble on her sensitive spot.
“Abso-fucking-lutely, man hunk. Don’t stop now, please,” she whimpers, pushing back against me.
Kinsley’s excited response is all the invitation I need. Her pussy drips against the head of my cock, a warm, wet welcome as I carefully thrust forward, filling her completely. She cries out, her grip flexing as she holds the counter, keeping her in place for my next thrust.
Her pussy pulses, letting me silently know she’s already on the verge of an orgasm, so I set a relentless pace, letting it build higher.
My fingers dig into her wide, full hips as I pull her back to meet each drive and keep her from banging into the countertop and hurting herself.
The soft slap of our skin meeting fills the quiet kitchen, punctuated by her increasingly moans and our breathless pants.
“You’re amazing,” I breathlessly compliment, reaching around with one hand to cup her perfect tits. Her back arches at my touch, and I feel her tighten around me.
“I'm close,” she admits, her knuckles white as she grips the counter harder. She pushes back into me, meeting me thrust for thrust.
Taking the hint, I increase my pace, my grip tightening as pleasure zips through me.
“Give it to me, sweetheart. Come for me so I can let go and fill you up.” My voice is rough with exertion as I fight my instincts to just come when I need her to orgasm first. “I love you, Kinsley,” I whisper against her neck.
Her body goes rigid beneath me, and she cries out, “Yes, JJ, oh,” as she shatters.
The pulsing of her tight, soaked pussy clenching around me is too much, and I immediately follow her over the edge.
My hips jerk as I empty myself into the condom, eager for the day I can feel her bare all over.
It will happen, I’ll put a ring on her finger once she’s ready, and she’ll know I’m serious about our forever.
For a moment, I stay still, breathing heavily.
We remain connected, my body warming her back as I trail little kisses over her shoulders, basking in the moment of how lucky I feel.
As I stand again, I press a kiss between her shoulder blades, wanting to hold her in my arms for the rest of the night.
“I’m not ready for you to go home. Please stay?” I ask, hoping her post orgasm haze will have her agreeing. I stroke down her back, loving how she shivers with the touch.
“You’re playing dirty,” she starts, then laughs softly. “I can stay; I’d like to.”
“I’ll order groceries, all your favorites. We can find a good movie for us to watch and snuggle,” I promise, slowly withdrawing from her.
She turns in my arms, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright. “You don’t mind Jingle and Bells?”
“On the contrary, it feels like they belong here, too.” I kiss her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her. “I want you all here, but especially you.”