Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Kresslee
Idrove back home, and Creed was there, waiting.
He was pacing back and forth, his hair a mess, as if he had been running his hands through it for hours.
Maybe he had. I got out of my car, and Creed came barreling out the front door, his eyes trained on me.
“What happened?”
I lifted a brow, “You don’t need to know any of that.”
Creed swore, and I pushed past him into the house.
“I was supposed to be training this entire weekend, and I couldn’t. I was worried about you the entire time.” He said as he followed me into the house.
I shook my head, “I was fine. You knew where I was. I told you I was with Ridge.”
“I know! That’s what's the worst thing.”
“Why? We talked about this. I love Ridge. I love him, Creed. And after being with him this weekend, I knew why. He has done all he has for me.”
Creed stopped moving for a second, his eyes studying me.
“What did he do?”
I lifted my head, “He bought his house with me in mind, everything he did and worked for, he did for me.”
Creed stared at me, “No. No way do I believe that.”
I shook my head, “I don’t care if you believe it or not. I believe it. He has pictures of me in his room, next to his bed. I’m in every room there.”
Creed lifted a brow, “He had to have known you were coming.”
I looked over at him, “Really? You believe he knew I was coming?”
Creed just stared at me as I crossed my arms.
“When Ridge came out of the stadium, he was beyond shocked I was there.”
Creed shook his head, “I don’t believe it.”
“You are such a stubborn asshole Creed. I don’t have to explain anything to you about what happened between Ridge and me. He is a good man, he loves me, and I refuse to let you drag down what we had this weekend.”
I walked out of the room, going to my bedroom. I shut the door, leaning against it.
Creed was an asshole. I wanted nothing more than to message Ridge, so I did, telling him I loved him and wishing him luck.
I heard as Creed left the house, and his car peeled down the driveway. Good. I didn’t want to fight with my brother. Not tonight. I was still riding high from spending the weekend with Ridge.
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.
I watched it once more, orgasming as he took the man down. Seeing my man do that was something else.
I couldn’t help but text Ridge more than once. Hoping that when he got done, he would see them. I also took pictures of myself, knowing he would love it.
I watched the rest of the game with fascination. I never turned the game on when Creed was home, which was often.
But I did watch Ridge play as much as I could, and I would watch clips of their team, picking out Ridge from anywhere on the field.
When my phone rang, I looked down, seeing Ridge’s name on it.
I had a picture of him from years ago as his contact picture, and I smiled when I saw it.
“Hi.”
“Were you naughty today, babe?’
I bit my lip so I didn’t moan when I heard Ridge’s deep voice sounding strained.
“Were you naughty, babe?”
I finally answered him, “Maybe.”
I heard my phone beep, and I looked at it, seeing that Ridge wanted to video call.
I accepted it, and I held the blanket up to my face as I bit my lip.
Ridge’s face was hard when he first saw me, but then the hardness melted, just for a second.
“You touched my pussy?”
I did let out a little moan at his hard words, nodding. “I had to. Watching you play just like you did, knowing you are finally mine? I couldn’t help it.”
Ridge let out a groan, tilting his head back, “Show me.”
I made sure my phone was propped next to my bed so that Ridge could see, and he said, “Take off the shirt. I want to see it.”
I did as he asked, making Ridge let out another soft groan, and I grabbed my breasts, lifting them together. Ridge growled at me, “What I wouldn’t give to have those in my mouth right now. Those tight nipples need me, don’t they?”
I nodded, plucking at one, then the other, arching my back as I did.
“Show me more. Show me how you orgasmed when I tackled that man.”
I moaned, “Seeing my man using his big body to take down someone else? Oh my gosh, it was the hottest thing I have ever seen.”
“Show me. Right now.”
I did as he asked, running my hands down my body, pushing my panties off my body, kicking them off the bed.
I parted my legs as I ran my fingers down to my folds, and then up to my clit.
I let out a soft sound as I started to circle my clit, rubbing it around, then dipping it inside me to bring my wetness up to my clit.
I could hear Ridge breathing hard, and I looked over, stopping in my quest for an orgasm so I could see what he was doing.
He was on his bed too, his hard body naked from the waist up, his abs clenching as he pulled his cock out of the sweatpants he wore.
I let out a moan as he started to rub his hand up and down his cock, “Don’t stop rubbing that clit for me, babe. I need you to come.”
I did what he asked, going back to rubbing my clit, and hearing his grunts as he stroked his cock made me want that orgasm.
I chased it, trying to keep an eye on my man as I rubbed my clit faster, grabbing my breast with the other hand.
I flicked my nipple, making me gasp as my orgasm hit me hard, and I cried out Ridge’s name.
He grunted a few seconds later, and I watched as he came, his seed sliding down his cock and hand.
He was breathing roughly, and I was too.
I heard the garage door open, making me jump.
“Creed is here.”
Ridge groaned, “Shit. I wasn’t done with you. Not yet.”
I smiled, “I know.”
“Call me later.”
My smile grew wider, “I love you. You played a great game today.”
Ridge grinned at me, “Thanks, babe. I loved knowing you were watching me. It made me play harder.”
“You didn’t need me watching to make you play harder. You have done that for years.”
“Have you been watching?”
I nodded, “Of course. You were my secret obsession. I always tried to watch you.”
“You are mine too. You have seen my room and the pictures I have. I can tell you, there are so many more you haven’t seen.”
I laughed, “Oh, really?”
He nodded, “I will show you next time I see you in person.”
That made me smile, and Ridge said, “I love you. Thank you for cheering me on today, and for my reward.”
I bit my lip, “I think it was mine.”
He chuckled, and I heard Creed walk down the hallway. I was naked, so I said a quick goodbye, then I grabbed my clothes off the floor, throwing them on quickly as I heard Creed stop outside my door.
He knocked, and I checked that my clothes were in place before I rushed over to the door.
I didn’t open it all the way, standing right inside the door.
Creed rubbed the back of his neck, and I could see he was sweaty.
“Hey.”
I looked up at him, “Hi.”
“I wanted to see how you were.”
“I’m good.”
He nodded, not looking at me, “Good. That’s good.”
I lifted a brow, knowing this wasn’t like my brother. “What? Just say what you came to say, Creed.”
He looked over at me, “I just wanted to say that I’m happy for you.”
I knew shock was all over my face because Creed rubbed a hand down his. “I really don’t want to be a dick. You deserve to be happy. You gave up a lot for me. I will do my best to be okay with this.”
I smiled up at him, “Thanks. It means a lot to me.”
He nodded, then walked away as I shut my door.
I wanted to let Ridge get some sleep; my body was still buzzing from my earlier orgasm.
He was my everything. I loved it.
Creed’s team, the St. George Jackals, was getting ready for their game.
I was, too. I got into my uniform, ensuring my makeup was perfect and my hair was styled accordingly.
My heart was beating super hard. I was nervous. That hadn’t happened for years.
Not since the time I was around Ridge. He seemed to bring out my nerves.
I knew he would be watching.
I looked over, seeing Katia fixing her bow in her hair. She saw me watching, smiling over at me.
“How was your weekend?”
I smiled, “Good. It was nice.”
Katia lifted a brow at me, “What happened?”
“I will tell you about it after the game. Did you do anything fun?”
Katia sighed, “Nothing. I worked out, then watched movies with my cat. Does that count as fun?”
I laughed, “Sure. I love watching movies with Shadow.”
I knew we had done that more than once. I loved hanging out with Katia. She was very like me and didn’t go out every weekend.
That wasn’t the only reason she was my best friend. And I needed to tell her about Ridge, but for now, he was all mine.
We ran out to the field to start our first dance. I moved in time with the girls, doing what we did best.
I danced my heart out because I knew Ridge was watching. I blew a kiss at the camera as it came by me and winked. Knowing it was all for my guy.
I watched Creed and the guys rush the field, cheering for my brother.
He lifted his head in a quick nod, and I smiled at him.
He was the team captain and went on the field to do the coin toss.
We got heads, so it was Creed’s turn as the quarterback.
He got into position, then after the break, he threw the ball down the field to his wide receiver, Theo Kingman.
Theo caught the ball, running as quickly as he could toward the endzone.
He only had ten yards to go before he got tackled.
The girls groaned as he hit the ground hard, but he was holding the ball.
They quickly got back into position. This time, Creed didn’t throw the ball, but rushed toward the endzone, dodging the tackle from someone, and got over the endzone to get our first touchdown.
I screamed, jumping up and down with Katia, and Creed smiled over at me.
He winked at me. His happiness over his touchdown contagious. I loved my brother. He was an ass sometimes, but he was my brother. He was amazing. I loved him.
Creed ran back over to the sidelines, and we ran out for a quick cheer.
We watched the game, and anytime I cheered, especially at half-time, I made sure to cheer more than I ever had before. I wanted Ridge to see me.
When we won, I knew we would be playing against Ridge’s team next. And we would have to travel to get there.
I couldn’t wait. I needed to be back in Ridge’s arms.