Touchdowns and Temptations: A Football billionaire Romance

Epilogue

The sun”s rays awaken me as they shine through the large panoramic windows. Everything in me resists opening my eyes for fear of waking up from the wonderful dream I”ve been in since yesterday afternoon. Cara plays the main role in it. We”ve reconciled and she”s finally the woman at my side.

A discussion was more than necessary. I was almost sorry that I had ignored her for so long. After she broke my heart at the awards show, I needed some space. I couldn”t just go back to normal and pretend the conversation never happened.

Now I”m sure everything”s going to be fine. We”re together and that”s all that matters.

I love Cara and she loves me.

She is the woman of my dreams and I can’t imagine spending my life without her.

With a gentle movement, I push Cara”s body away from me. She mumbles something and I”m afraid I”ve woken her, but I haven”t. My girlfriend turns over on her other side and continues to sleep blissfully. I run my eyes down her naked back and butt before getting out of bed and pulling on my boxers. Then I leave the bedroom and go downstairs to make us breakfast. Since I”ve been sleeping at my house instead of at my parents” for the last few days, the fridge is full. Alex and I usually use the house as a place to sleep so we don”t get on our parents” nerves or have to keep an eye on our mother.

It sits on a large piece of land that we bought two years ago. Next to this house, which belongs to the previous owner, there are two unused lots. Alex and I plan to build our own houses there someday.

Since I arrived in Nashville, my mom has been pestering me with questions about Cara. The newspaper articles were everywhere, even in Tennessee. Trying to make her understand that Cara was over didn”t work very well. Instead, she wanted to motivate me to talk to Cara and forgive her.

Today, the story is very different. Cara and I are together and we want to give each other a chance.

In a good mood, I grab a carton of eggs from the refrigerator and a frying pan from the bottom drawer to make scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast. I put the pan on the ceramic stove top and drizzle some oil on it.

“Good Morning!” I jump at the sound of her voice and turn around.

“Did I wake you?” I ask and she shakes her head. Cara comes over with a smile and wraps her arms around me from behind. Her hands run down my stomach to my boxers, making it hard for me to concentrate. I definitely hadn”t planned on her hands on my skin and her nimble fingers on the waistband of my shorts.

“No,” she whispers, kissing my bare shoulder. “The bed was cold and empty.”

I can”t help but laugh.

“I”m making breakfast,” I explain, pointing to the frying pan.

“What?” Cara glances past me and I give her a quick look.

“Scrambled eggs with bacon. Sorry, we don”t have anything else.”

“It’s fine,” she replies, “can I help you?”

“You can set the table and make the coffee.”

She nods and turns away.

The silence behind me makes me skeptical, and it occurs to me that she doesn”t even know where to find the utensils. How stupid of me.

“Sorry,” I say, turning around. “You can”t possibly know where the things are...”

My eyes almost pop out when I see her.

Cara is wearing her thin robe. We picked up her clothes from Emily’s earlier. The robe is open and I stare at her. She”s sitting naked on the kitchen table in front of me, grinning. “Maybe you”re hungry for something else, too,” she says, biting her lips.

I gasp for air and my dick in my boxer shorts instantly gets hard. “I am...” Luckily, my brain hasn”t completely stopped thinking and I”m at least able to turn around and turn off the stove before I walk up to Cara, wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her. Cara kisses me back and wraps her arms around my neck. I pull her closer, pushing the robe off her shoulders and looking at her beautiful body.

My hard dick presses against her intimacy and she moans in pleasure as I rub against her.

“Noah!” She gasps and moans as I pull her thin panties down to her knees and explore her pussy with my fingers. I quietly explore her wet center and slide two fingers inside her. Cara”s fingernails dig into my shoulders, and my lips seek hers again. The kiss is hot and uninhibited. We each want the upper hand as our tongues play around each other. I add a third finger to stretch it.

My lips leave hers and roam down her neck and décolleté. Her stiff nipples reach out to me. I take them between my lips and suck them. The little buds harden more and more.

Cara stretches her pelvis towards me and accepts my every thrust with pleasure. This woman is so infinitely hot that I still can”t believe she”s mine. I circle her clit with my thumb.

Cara is everything I”ve ever looked for and everything I want. She knows life as a football player like no other woman, and she knows exactly what to expect in the years to come. But after that, we still have all the time in the world to enjoy our life together. And when we have kids and start a family, we”ll find ways to see each other as much as possible. I”m sure we will.

My lips reach her belly button, and she lies back on the table. Grinning, I pull my fingers out of her and look at them.

“Noah,” she whispers, spreading her legs a little wider. “Please!”

“Please what?” I tease her, putting her thighs over my shoulders so that her wet sex is right in front of me. I lean forward gently and kiss her clit. Cara moans. Her pelvis rises, but I gently push her back down onto the tabletop.

I kiss the soft skin on the inside of her thighs and slowly work my way up to her pussy. Her moans get louder and louder and when I spread her labia with my fingers to get better access with my mouth, she cries out.

Cara”s legs tighten around my neck and I fear she can”t hold out much longer. She”s almost ready even though I haven”t really started yet.

“Hold on,” I urge her, slipping my left hand into my boxers and cupping my cock. As expected, it”s more than hard. “Just a few more minutes.”

“I can”t do it,” she gasps and I let my tongue rub over her pulsating clit. “Noah, please ... I ... fuck ...”

Cara”s entire body rears up. Her heels slam into my shoulders and I continue to lick her as her orgasm crashes over her.

“Oh my God!” she cries out in pleasure.

I straighten up and pull her off the table. She looks up at me in amazement. Her cheeks are flushed and her own pleasure is running down the inside of her legs.

“You”re so damn beautiful,” I whisper to her as my fingers play with her clit again. The sensitive bundle of nerves is completely overstimulated.

“I want you,” she whispers.

Smiling, I help her to remove her robe and throw it and our underwear on the floor. She is completely naked in front of me. Her upper body is still rising and falling with effort. I look at her for a moment. The milky skin, her small firm breasts that fit perfectly in my hands, and the delightful nipples stretching towards me.

“You feel so good,” I whisper, wrapping my lips around her right nipple. Cara gasps as I bite down on it and lick it with my tongue. I give the left nipple the same attention while rolling the right one between my thumb and forefinger.

“Noah, please,” Cara whispers, her pelvis bucking. “Take me.”

“With pleasure,” I reply, wrapping her legs around my hips. Without taking my eyes off her, I position my glans between her labia. Centimeter by centimeter I penetrate Cara. Her tightness welcomes me and, as always, it feels phenomenal to be inside her. I push against her as far as I can. She gasps and I press my lips together not to come too soon.

Then I push into her at a leisurely pace.

***

“It”s so nice here!” exclaims Cara.

Wearing a warm winter jacket, which is way overkill for today”s temperatures, and a hat with the Nashville Warriors logo on it, Cara is way overdressed, but she doesn”t care. Hand in hand we stroll through Old Nashville and enjoy the quiet life in Tennessee before we fly back to Boston tonight.

I really appreciate this time with my girlfriend, I still can’t believe it!

“And then you”re moving to Boston?” she asks, looking up at me.

“Well,” I say, pulling her closer. “I can”t complain about my time in Boston so far.”

“That”s true.” She grins. “Let”s go in here.”

She points to a cupcake shop.

“Sure,” I say, following her. In fact, I would follow her into any store and buy her anything she wants. As long as it makes her happy and keeps us together. Fortunately, no one can read my mind, because I sound like a fool in love.

Love really does make you blind and certainly a little stupid, but I can”t complain.

The little bell above the shop door rings as we push open the door and enter.

“Wow!” Cara says, rushing to the display. All kinds of cupcakes are stacked up there. I read through the flavors and am quite surprised at what”s available. How the hell is Jack Daniel”s whiskey supposed to taste in a cupcake?

“Hello,” a young woman about our age says, smiling at us. Until she recognizes me, then her eyes literally pop out of her head. “Oh God... you... you”re... Noah McCarter.”

I look at Cara and she grins.

“I am,” I confirm with a smile and shove my hands into my pockets. “My girlfriend likes your cupcakes.”

Her eyes dart to Cara and then back to me until she grabs a pair of disposable gloves.

“Would you like to try some, miss?” she asks nicely.

Cara is clearly uncomfortable that the young woman is treating us so kindly and would surely let us try any cupcake we wanted. But that”s life as a football star - especially in your hometown.

“Maybe one or two, but we don”t want to cause any trouble,” my friend coyly dismisses.

“You”re not trouble,” she replies, pointing to a high table in the corner. “I”ll bring you a selection of our bestsellers. Do you have any allergies?”

I shake my head and Cara does the same.

“Great!” Smiling, I grab Cara”s hand and pull her with me away from the display to the table.

“I”m uncomfortable with this,” she whispers. “I don”t like being the center of attention.”

“Baby,” I reassure her, kissing her temple. “You said you wanted cupcakes.”

“Yes,” she says, “I did, but she”s giving them to us for free and I don”t want that. All her heart and soul, and certainly her money, goes into this place, and we...”

“I have an idea,” I interject. “If we want to pay her and she refuses, let”s offer her a deal.”

“Like what?” Cara asks and I smile.

“Next week is a big game for our high school team. It”s for the Tennessee high school championship finals. I”ll get her a table there and she can sell her cupcakes.”

“That”s a great idea!” Cara exclaims and kisses me. “You”re the best.”

“I know,” I reply cockily as the young owner sets two plates and a bottle of water in front of us. It”s way too much. I certainly couldn”t forgive myself for not giving her something in return.

“These are the current bestsellers,” she says. “A raspberry with Oreo cookies and Kinder chocolate. A friend of mine was an au pair in Germany and brought some of this chocolate back. Try it.”

“Before we do,” Cara says. “I”m Cara and this is Noah. And you are?”

“I”m Hannah,” she says, “Nice to meet you. Try it.”

I grab one of those kids” chocolate cupcakes and take a bite. Cara takes the raspberry one.

“Would you... like to try the one with Jack Daniel”s whiskey?”

“Sure,” I say and she disappears again. I turn to Cara and grin at her. “And?”

“Wow,” she says, “you have to try this one.” She holds her cupcake in front of me, and I take a bite.

“Eww,” I say, tightening my mouth. “Too sweet.”

“Nonsense,” she keeps eating with delight. “And yours?”

“They”re really great,” I reply. “They have some really interesting chocolate in Germany.”

“Do you like it?” Hannah asks excitedly. “Here”s the one with Jack Daniels.”

She puts it down and smiles at me.

“How long have you had the shop?” I ask.

“Just three months,” she explains, “I trained as a pastry chef and this was my big dream.”

“That sounds expensive,” Cara speculates and Hannah nods.

“It is,” she says, “the rent for the shop, the loan I had to take out for the kitchen appliances, and finally the weekly groceries. But I”m not complaining. It”s my big dream.”

“That means you need advertising, right?” I ask, taking a bite of the Jack Daniels muffin. Hannah nods and takes a cupcake as well.

“Advertising is always good,” she replies, “to make me better known.”

“The Tennessee High School Championship semifinals are in two weeks,” I explain. “I could get you a booth there.”

Hannah”s eyes light up, and she looks at Cara. She smiles at her.

“Really?” she asks, “That... that”s not necessary.”

“About four thousand people are coming to the game,” I continue to bribe her. “If only half of them buy a cupcake...”

“Oh my God!” she squeals. “But... that... I can”t pay in advance. It”ll be too expensive.”

“I”ll take care of it,” Cara says, and Hannah looks at her in surprise. “Send me a list of all the ingredients and everything you need. I”ll pay for it.”

“But ... but I can”t accept that.”

“Yes, you can,” my friend continues unperturbed. “I”m happy to do it.”

Hannah still looks surprised and doesn”t know what to say to Cara”s offer.

“Come on,” Cara urges.

“Okay,” Hannah agrees. “Thank you very much.”

“Perfect! Do you have a piece of paper and a pen? I”ll write down my contact information for you.” Cara looks around searchingly.

Hannah nods and goes to the cash register.

***

After Cara and I leave the cupcake shop, we walk in silence behind each other. Something seems to be bothering her. I squeeze her hand, forcing her to look at me.

“What”s wrong with you?” I ask. “You”re so pensive.”

“Yes,” she says, “I am. Hannah has put all her money into this place and must have so much debt because of it.”

“That”s the way it is when you...”

“Don”t say it,” she replies, “really, Noah. I was wondering if we could do something about it.” I stop and look at her.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“I was thinking about a foundation,” she explains. “Young people like Hannah can send us their business plan, and if we like it, then ... we fund it. That way they don”t start their own business with a pile of debt.”

I look at my friend for a moment and am completely taken aback by this suggestion. I wasn”t expecting it at all, but I think it”s a good idea. It”s a great idea and neither Cara nor I lack the financial means.

“You think it”s stupid, don”t you?” she asks when I don”t react immediately.

“No,” I say hastily. “I don”t think so. I think it”s good. With our high profile, we would certainly find a lot of investors.”

“Especially my dad,” she continues. “And we could really do some good with our money.”

“Yes,” I say, smiling at her. “We should talk to your dad when we get home.”

“Really?” she asks, pausing. “Are you serious?”

“Baby,” I sigh and put my hand on her cheek. “I”m going to support you with your idea. I”ll even be a brand ambassador for the whole thing. And my brothers too. I absolutely agree with you that it”s unacceptable that young people have to be heavily in debt before they can build their own lives.”

Cara screams and jumps into my arms. I take a step back and put my hands on her butt.

“You”re the best,” she whispers, putting her mouth on mine. “I guess some principles are meant to be broken.”

“I thought they were resolutions?”

“Principles, resolutions,” she says, “all unnecessary when you”re much happier without them, and you make me happy, Noah McCarter.”

“You make me happy too,” I say, kissing her again. “Cara Catherine Corse.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” I reply.