CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
LEVI
SIX WEEKS LATER
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“Babe, everyone is going to be here in a few minutes.” Kaylee purrs.
Which is why my cock is so damn hard.
I should be feeling dejected that we didn’t make it to the Super Bowl, but it’s my first year, and today we have over fifty people coming to watch it with us.
Arriving any minute.
And I just tied Kaylee’s arms behind her back while she sits on a kitchen stool and spun her around and pulled down her panties.
She’s right, we only have a few minutes. Fortunately Kaylee demanded I change the code on the front door, so my family has to request entry. So we will have some warning. But not much if I’m balls deep inside her.
I part her thighs.
“You shouldn’t have been cheeky, then.” I tug her bottom to the edge and plant my face inside her pussy.
“Oh god.” She groans.
I lap at her, wet juices pouring out of her. We’ve been teasing each other all day. The sexual tension building, so this has to happen.
It started when she sat on my lap at breakfast and told me she was not going to wear any panties at our wedding.
“Kitten.” I growled. “You cannot tell me that. I’ll have a fucking hard-on while you’re walking down the aisle.”
She giggled and climbed off, leaving me with a goddamn hard-on.
So I’d crept up behind her while she was stirring the sauce an hour ago, slid my hands down her shorts, and circled her clit.
“Yes, oh yes, more.” She’d leaned back into my chest.
I’d kissed her neck and walked away.
“Levi Montgomery, get back here!”
“Sorry, can’t. Busy.” I’d grinned so hard as I walked through the house to the gym.
It backfired on me. I smelled her on my fingers and realized I’d only teased myself more.
Life with Kaylee has been amazing.
We buried her father a week after he died. A handful of the NFL players turned up to show their respect. Gillian was a mess, but so grateful.
“He would have loved this. Thank you, Levi.”
“Hey, they are here for Kaylee as well. They’re her friends too,” I said, gazing over at the woman wearing my big diamond ring.
I might have gone a little overboard.
Marking her as mine was part of that plan, but I caught her admiring the excessively priced rare pink oval diamond while ring shopping.
I snuck back and purchased it. Then gently slid it onto her fingers when she was asleep.
The next morning, she woke me with a little scream. I was grinning before my eyes open.
That was a great morning.
Kaylee climbed on top of me and rode my cock until I came like a madman while her hand lay on my pecs, sparkling like a damn supernova.
She hasn’t taken it off since.
“You want to come, kitten?” I growl, glancing up at her clothed body. I’d prefer her naked, but we really don’t have much time.
Minutes.
The game starts in thirty.
“Yes, goddamn you, Levi.” She squirms.
“On my face or mouth?”
“There’s no time. Hurry.” Kaylee lifts her hips and pushes them into my face.
“Horny little pussy.” I lap at her again and moan at her taste.
Fuck this. I’m not spending the night burning for her after the teasing we’ve done today. I stand, lifting her into my arms as she wraps her legs around my body, and place her on a nearby table.
The perfect height one.
Unzipping, I push my pants down, then guide my cock to her entrance.
“I should make you suck my cock.”
She grins.
I step back.
“No, Levi.” She panics and I laugh. “Stop messing around.”
I palm the wall above her head as I guide my thick cock back in position and then, holding her gaze, slam inside her.
“Feel that, baby.”
“Yes. All of you.”
“That’s how much I need to fuck you every day.” I pull back and slam in again. “Every day, my cock needs to feel this wet pussy.”
“Yes, oh god. More.”
I hold the table and pound her harder, faster, deeper, until I fill her with my hot seed.
Kaylee cries out, her hands tied behind her.
Powerless.
And yet, she holds all the power.
And all my heart.
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WE CLEAN UP just in time for everyone to arrive. Kaylee leans against my side, and my arms drapes over her as Knox, Payton, Atlas, and Molly pile in.
Logan and Aidan Dufort, Blake’s cousins, arrive with him and Bella.
Then some of the Hawkes players drift in.
There’s enough food to feed a small country, and the TV is on as the Super Bowl kicks off.
“Who’s got money on the game?” Jackson asks as his wife drops down on his lap.
“We have,” she answers.
“We do?” he asks, and everyone laughs.
Drew and Kyler arrive a few minutes into the first quarter and slap me on the back when they grab a beer.
Finally, Dad arrives.
I watch him as he pours himself a whisky, kisses Kaylee on the cheek, and greets everyone else.
“Hey, big guy,” Jimmy Gage says, towering over my father.
“You guys should be on that field,” Dad says.
Jackson shoots me a smile.
We had a chat one day. He told me to make sure Dad doesn’t cross the line between supportive parent and the obsessive need to win.
One is healthy, the other is not.
Montgomery’s have always won. I get it. It’s our family motto. But this is the NFL, not a business deal. We are up against the best of the best.
This year, my professional career began.
I got my girl, soon we will be getting married—very soon—and the new season will be underway later this year.
There is time to win.
I certainly didn’t lose this year.
I have a favor to ask him, so at half time when he leave the room, I kiss Kaylee on the forehead.
“Everything okay?” she asks.
“Everything is perfect, kitten. You are perfect, nearly wife.” I kiss her mouth, and we smile at one another.
“I love you, nearly husband,” she whispers as I climb off the sofa.
I find Dad in our spare room, and he has the phone on speaker.
I keep walking, figuring it’s a call to a friend about the game, but it’s a woman’s voice I hear when she says, “You could’ve told me that before spending the night with me, Ward. I haven’t let another man touch me for over five years.”
Oh shit.
“Penelope, I enjoyed every damn minute,” he replies huskily. “Really fucking enjoyed it.”
I should walk away, but I’m frozen.
It’s not like I want to hear about my father’s sex life, but some twisted sense of curiosity keeps me listening.
Who is this woman?
I was right. He’s been seeing someone.
Why hasn’t he told us? Or introduced us to this Penelope?
A part of me doesn’t like this at fucking all. Mom only died like...recently.
“Hell, I want my mouth on you right now,” he adds.
Fuck, no.
My ears are going to fall off if I don’t get out of here.
“You have no idea how much I want that, Ward. Please come over, I’m—” Penelope replies, and I make a sound in my head as I cover my ears with my hand, missing that last part.
I walk backward, bumping into Knox.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asks and then glances behind me to Dad, frowning. “What did I miss?”
Dad punches the screen of his phone and slides it into his pocket as he meets my gaze directly.
I drop my hands from my ears.
“I have to go,” he says.
Do not think about your father having sex.
Do not think about your father having sex.
Do not...fuck.
“Okay,” I say blandly.
“Where?” Knox asks.
My father smirks while I almost vomit, then he slaps my brother on the back. “Man stuff.”
Ward—as I now have to call him as I can’t think of him as my father anymore—walks off, and I rake my hand through my hair and groan.
“Fucking hell.”
I barely stop myself from gagging.
“Man stuff?” Knox frowns, then I see the moment he clicks. His eyes widen and I nod. “Who is she?”
“Penelope,” I reply.
Because that’s all we know.
For now.
But if I know my brothers and me, we are going to find out exactly who she is.
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