Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Ridge
Iwatched Kresslee cheer, and when she blew a kiss to the camera, it made my heart want to skip a beat.
She was so damn beautiful it wasn’t funny. I couldn’t believe she was mine.
I thanked my fucking lucky stars she chose me.
She cheered for Creed, and I did too. But in the comfort of my home. I couldn’t show it in public. I also didn’t invite Denver over, like he wanted me to.
I knew he was disappointed, but he didn’t question me. I told him I had an issue with my family and couldn’t watch the game.
I lied and didn’t even care. I wanted to watch this game all by myself. I needed to see my girl cheer, knowing I would get hard when she came out.
We had a standing date tonight after the game.
I couldn’t wait. I wouldn’t touch my cock until her face was on my phone. I was ready for her to be in my arms. I needed her to be here.
I needed to be able to see her any time I chose. I needed Creed to accept me.
I hoped it would happen. Kresslee was my life. I wanted her to be my wife. It would be harder than hell to get her to do that if Creed didn’t accept me.
I wouldn’t let him do that to us. And I didn’t want her to make a choice.
It wasn’t fair.
The game went quickly. Creed’s team came out on top, as I knew they would. I wish Creed’s team worked better together.
I knew he needed better support. He would excel on my team if he were to join us. I doubted it, since Creed was stubborn as hell, but I knew that our team and my coach could take Creed far.
He achieved his success due to his hard work and dedication to his team, going above and beyond what a quarterback typically should.
I saw it. I knew my coach saw it too. Coach Valen Gray was one of the best coaches to emerge from the big time. Not only was he one of the best coaches, but he was also one of the youngest.
I knew it. So did other teams. I knew Coach had his choice of any team he wanted, but he chose to stay with us. Refusing to give up on us.
Our game was here. The Saints versus the Jackals. We had faced each other before, us having lost last year, but the Jackals hadn’t made it to the big game. This game would determine which of our teams would go. I hoped it was mine.
Our team was ready. I was ready. I would get to see Kresslee in person for the first time in over a week and a half. I missed her.
I drove to the stadium, knowing my girl would be there at any time. I wouldn’t be able to see her until after the game, but I was ready. My body was on fire for her.
Touching my cock had never been a huge thing for me when I was younger. Sure, when Kresslee was in my life, it was daily, but when she stopped talking to me, it was as if my body went into hibernation.
Now? Now my body wanted to make up for our lost time. I was hard for her every single day. I woke up hard, went to bed hard, and even though I came daily with her face filling my screen, it wasn’t the same.
I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to bury myself deep, stay inside her while I slept, anything to keep our connection with each other.
I wanted her in my bed every night, so her face was the last thing I saw when I went to sleep, and the first thing I saw when I woke up.
I needed her, and I refused to give her up.
I walked into the locker room, where Denver was sitting next to his locker, his glasses in his hand.
He stared off into space, and I walked up next to him, putting my bag down next to my locker.
Denver jumped, making me raise an eyebrow, “What’s up?”
“Just thinking about you. Are you okay?”
Denver shook his head, “I think I met my girl.”
I looked over at him in shock, “What?”
He nodded, “I saw her in the stands at the last game. I can’t stop thinking about her.”
“Good for you. Watch for her today. I don’t doubt you will find her.”
Denver looked away from me after putting his glasses back on. “She wouldn’t want a nerd like me.”
I shook my head, “You don’t think so?”
He shook his head, “When I was in high school, I was the biggest nerd. Sure, I played on the football team, but girls didn’t look at me. They still don’t. I’m not the guy girls want.”
I knew Denver didn’t date. Sure, he gave me a hard time earlier about it, but the man was shy as hell. He often stuttered when asked questions at any of the press conferences we had.
“Man, I don’t doubt if she is your girl that you will have any issues. You are a good man.”
Denver nodded, “I have never even felt half of this before. Is this how you feel about your girl?”
I grinned, “Fuck yes. She is amazing. When you meet her, you will love her too.”
Denver stood, “I can’t wait. I hope my girl will be here today.”
I smiled, “I hope so too.”
Denver was a good man to have on our team. He was quiet, sure, but he was a tank on the field. He may feel as if he were a nerd, but his build suggested otherwise.
Denver was at least six feet three inches and was all muscle. He was our center, snapping the ball to the quarterback.
He excelled at keeping our quarterback safe and tackling those who needed to be tackled.
Denver turned to get ready, smiling to himself as he pulled on his gear.
I did the same with mine, pulling my jersey over my pads. I wanted Kresslee to wear my jersey one of these days. That and only that.
I wanted my name across her back. One day. Soon.
I stretched in the back corner of the locker room, needing to get myself hyped up.
This was the first time I had played against Creed since I found out everything. It wasn’t going to be an easy game, but I knew it would be worth it.
This would also be the first time seeing Kresslee cheer in person since everything happened between us.
I couldn’t wait.
When it was time to walk out to the field, I rolled my neck, popping the bones there, then grabbed my helmet as we rushed out onto the field.
Our fans were chanting and cheering for us as we made our way to the sidelines before we warmed up.
Our cheerleaders were cheering for us, and over the din, I could see the other team emerging from the tunnel and onto the field.
I saw Kresslee first. She was unmistakable in her uniform. Her bow was tied into her long, brown hair, and I could see her eyes searching for someone. For me.
I smiled at her when she saw me, and I could swear I saw her breath catch as she smiled back, waving at me as though she were waving to the crowd.
She had Creed’s number painted on her cheek, and I wished for nothing more than for it to be my number there.
Soon. I watched Kresslee dance with her team, her body moving in time to the song, and I warmed up with Cade, Beau, and Denver.
Our coach watched over the team as we did our warm-ups, then he brought us over to the side to give us a pep talk.
“Okay, this is it. This is our time to shine. Our chance to get to the big leagues this year. You have all worked your fucking asses off to get here, and I’m damn proud of all of you. It’s time to show the Jackals who are going to the big game. Kick some Jackal ass.”
We nodded, cheering in the huddle before it was time for Beau to do the coin toss with Creed.
I watched as the team captains shook hands, and then I raised an eyebrow as Creed looked over at me, his eyes narrowing as he did so.
I only stared him down as he looked back at Beau, then the referee tossed the coin, and our team started on defense.
I put my helmet on, then got into position down the field, next to where the Jackals' cheerleaders sat.
I saw Kresslee biting her lip out of the corner of my eye, and I lifted my chin ever so slightly, so she knew I saw her.
She smiled at me, and I put my focus back on Creed as his center snapped the ball to him, and I took off down the field, ready to tackle the wide receiver as soon as the ball was in his hands.
It didn’t take long; Creed threw the ball to his wide receiver with a perfect spiral.
The ball soared over everyone, straight into the wide receiver’s hands, but I tackled the man before he could take more than a few steps.
He hit the ground with a grunt, holding tightly to the ball, and as soon as the whistle blew, we got up, resetting.
I helped the man to his feet, and he nodded at me.
I got back into position, and I could see Kresslee watching me like a hawk.
Her cheeks were pink, and I knew she was turned on. Now was not the time for me to pop a woody. I had to turn away, not letting myself get affected by the fact that tackling someone in front of my girl turned her into a fiend for me.
I loved it. She was the perfect girl.
I got into position once more, then watched Creed as he received the ball, but instead of throwing, Creed started to take off down the field.
I knew that someone would reach Creed to prevent him from scoring the touchdown.
He was fast, but we were faster.
I watched Asher Hudson, one of our defensive ends, tackling Creed to the ground.
Creed went down hard. I saw it, knew it. Asher stood up, and I saw Creed writhing on the ground.
The hit must have done something to him. Creed’s leg was bent at a weird angle.
I rushed over to him as I heard the whistle blow.
Creed slowly turned over when I reached him, but I stopped him, “Don’t. I don’t think you should move.”
Creed looked over at me, his eyes going wide when he saw who was talking to him, “Fuck you. I’m fine.”
I watched as he tried to sit up but groaned instead. His leg was still bent at a weird angle.
His coach rushed over to him, along with some of the medics we had on the field.
“Creed! Fuck! You shouldn’t have run that play! I didn’t give you the go-ahead,” his coach yelled at him, and I stood back, shocked.
Creed glared at his coach, “I’m fine. Just let me get up.”
The medics helped Creed get his bearings, and he stood with the help of two of his teammates.
“You can’t play, can you?” His coach said, and Creed nodded, “This is nothing. I can play. Just keep their guys off me, and I will be fine.”
Kresslee ran up to us, her face filled with worry, to see Creed barely standing in front of us.
“Creed! Are you okay?”