Chapter 27
Twenty-Seven
Tyson
Today was my first Thanksgiving game and I could get used to this.
At my old team, we were never picked for the coveted prime-time slot, which meant we usually got to go home for actual Thanksgiving, but I’d trade celebrating a week early if that meant I get to play in something so monumental to the game of football.
It was one hell of a game and a day that will be tough to forget.
We were just on some good shit, on all sides of the ball.
The type of day where everyone was locked in, and it was a complete shootout—lots of points from both teams, going back and forth.
Games like this are one of the things I’ll miss most when I decide to hang up my cleats—the energy, the sideline, the camaraderie.
Watching Blair kick a field goal and fucking make it?
Un-fucking-real. I’ve been in a lot of stadiums but hearing the sound when it went through was unbelievable.
Fans from both sides were in awe, excited to be part of history.
The camera crew was ready because they got all the shots of the little girls wearing Blair’s jersey.
Do you know how hard it was for me not to pick her up and kiss her on the sideline? Keeping our relationship a secret was something we decided was non-negotiable. We didn’t need to make this more complicated, especially when Blair has all this attention with the Cosmos. We can keep it under wraps.
If you told me I’d end up dating a best friend, I’d have never believed you.
But here I am, racing home from the win, so Blair can meet me at my place.
We’ve had one night together back in the city, but I never realized how busy Blair is with the gym.
I’ll take what I can get as we try to figure out what this looks like back in New York.
Tonight’s going to be a good one, considering tomorrow is a no-alarm-morning for Blair. She has things to do at the gym but it’s not time sensitive. We’ve tried to find a few days like this coming up, so we can spend more time together.
The doorman buzzes in, letting me know a visitor is here, and I know it’s Blair. She softly knocks at the door, even though I told her she could come in when she got here.
I swing the door open to see a fresh-faced Blair in leggings and an Embers and Ashes crewneck. She has a bag with her and I have to hold back my excitement—I told her to bring some stuff so she’s comfortable when she stays over.
She kisses me on her way in, locking the door behind her. I grab her hand and spin her, which has her laughing, before saying, “You were incredible today.”
“Stop it. You’ve seen me kick a whole bunch.” She tries to wave off the compliment.
Pulling her to me, my hands on her low back to press her hips into me, I continue, “Do you know that for all time, you’re going to be the first woman who played on an NFL roster?
Scored in a game? Made a fucking field goal?
No one can take that from you.” I put a kiss on her forehead and she grins. “Baby, I’m so glad you’re here.”
“You just saw me,” she laughs into our kiss.
I dip her playfully. “Not like this I haven’t.”
“What are you thinking for tonight?” She sets her bag down and looks me up and down. The thing about leggings is that they’re dangerous when it comes to women like Blair. She’s all muscles, curves, and things I want to grab hold of.
When she rolls her shoulders, a little grimace on her lips, I ask, “Are you sore?” An idea starts to form.
“Yes, my shoulder blades, and I don’t know what Dylan had me doing this week, but my legs are actually tight.” She grabs her foot, pulling it to her ass in a hamstring stretch, standing on the other leg.
“How about a massage?” I suggest.
She practically melts. “Yes. Let’s do it.”
“Then we’ll order dinner,” I add, not letting her know it might be a late one.
“Perfect,” she says as I reach for her hand, walking her down the hallway and into my bedroom.
Kissing her, I push her lightly down on the bed, before getting the massage oil from my bathroom.
“Wait, you want to use oil? Won’t it ruin your sheets?” She runs a hand over the fabric.
I reach down and take my shirt off and Blair’s eyes immediately go to my chest. Fuck, I love it. “I’ll get new sheets,” I shrug. “You can’t have a massage without oil.” She nods. “Now, lose some layers and lay on your stomach.”
Blair pulls off the crewneck, a light purple lacy bra covering her. Next is her pants where she reveals a matching thong, the same color lace. My mouth is practically watering watching her, standing at the edge of my bed.
She smirks at me before laying down in her bra and panties, turning her head to one side.
I stand on the edge of the bed, getting on my knees on the floor—a perfect place to start.
I pour a little oil into my hands, rubbing them together to warm it before placing them on her calves, starting with her legs.
As soon as I press my fingers into her skin, one quick pass, Blair shivers, a soft groan escaping as I start kneading her muscles. The tension pushes against me and she lets out that little noise whenever I get to a sore spot.
“God, your hands,” she breathes, voice muffled slightly by the pillow.
“You love these hands, don’t you?” I ask as I reach further, my arms extended and touching the start of her hamstrings, right above the soft skin behind her knee.
“Yessss—” she draws out as I push into her muscles with my thumbs on each of her legs.
I spend a few minutes on her calves and feet, the oil slick and warm against our touch. When I get to the sides, she moans in a way I’m familiar with. She’s so sore that she doesn’t know if she loves it or hates it.
“Were you on a stability ball this week?”
Blair pushes herself up on her forearms, looking back at me over her shoulder. “That’s why! I couldn’t put my finger on—oh my goddddd.” She puts her head back down as I run my knuckles up the side of her calves, trying to release the tight muscle.
After a bit, she settles in, not nearly as sensitive when I touch and I can feel her relax. I move to the bed, in between her feet as she’s sprawled out on my bed.
I warm more oil between my fingers and work the backs of her thighs.
“I’m serious. You’re so good at this,” she says in a euphoric way.
“I’m good at a few things,” I suggest, moving my hands from her legs up to her ass. The thong has her creamy skin on display. Starting on the sides, I incorporate it into the pass I’m doing with her hamstrings—right above her knees all the way to the sides of her ass.
“Why don’t you show me?” Blair tempts and it’s all I need to explore. To see how far we can go. Together.
And then I move away from her legs. I grip her, my fingers holding the sides of her ass, and let my thumbs massage the skin right outside the fabric of her thong.
Up and down, harder and lighter. When I pull my hands from her, she moans, not in pleasure but the lack of pressure. I’m not touching her.
“Come back,” she whines.
I take my mouth and kiss the place where her cheeks start, still rubbing her with my fingers. When my mouth touches her, she clenches, for just a second. Switching sides, I mimic my movements and I feel her squirm. Smirking into her, I give a light bite.
“Fuck, Ty.”
“Do you like when I touch here?” I rub my thumbs inward on the top of each thigh, which has them ending up close to her entrance.
Blair whimpers. There’s my answer. I do it again, testing the limits and going a touch further. I move my hands down the back of her legs, scratching, before I place soft kisses up her ass, near the fabric.
As I kiss and nibble, she lifts her hips a little off the bed. Noted.
I reach forward, grabbing her hips and lift her up and towards me. “Get on all fours for me, baby.”
She does what she’s told, and the new angle has me kissing, licking, touching closer. Her body moves and pushes against me—she likes it.
“Such a good girl. Do you want me to take these off?” I hook a finger at the top of her thong, pulling it up and away from her body—changing the pressure of the fabric on her clit.
Moaning, she says, “Yes.”
I pull them down until they’re stretched between her knees.
When her ass is bare, I sit up and push my erection into her…
near her hole. Blair whines when I touch her, even though there is fabric between us.
I grab her ass with both hands and ask, “Has anyone ever had you here?” I press my thumb onto her sensitive hole, just enough pressure so she knows what I mean, and she shivers.
“No,” she says out of breath. But needy. Wanting.
“Would you like that? Me kissing you. Licking you. Fucking you in this tight little hole?” I press a little further, to see her reaction.
Her head turns, and then she’s looking at me, “Yes. Fuck, yes,” she practically cries out.
I remove my finger and give a soft kiss to a cheek, “Not today, baby. But soon, I’m going to claim that spot, only for me. You got it?”
“Yes. Ty.”
Without warning, I plunge my tongue in her entrance, tasting her wetness.
I swirl my tongue and then lick all the way, close to her hole, but retreating before crossing that line.
When I do it again, Blair whimpers when I retreat.
My beard grazes the inside of one of her thighs and she says, “I love your beard. The way it prickles my skin.”
A devilish grin spreads on my lips, one only I can feel.
“If you love it so much, why don’t you sit on it?”