Touchdown

Chapter 27

Reunion

Zahirah

Eight years and four months later …

“You look hot as fuck. My brother is going to lose his shit.”

“Are you sure this isn’t doing too much? I mean, I don’t want to send any mixed signals.”

I wasn’t going to come out for this game at all. However, Bentley called and asked me to come. I was surprised to hear from him. We haven’t spoken in almost eight and a half years.

I’ll admit, hearing his voice rumble through the line did something to me. I’ve missed him so much. It has taken everything in me to keep my distance.

However, mid-season of his second season, he started to look more like himself. Healthier mentally and physically. I hadn’t wanted to get in the way of that progress, so I was extremely happy when he reached out first.

Now here we are in Vegas for one of his away games. I’m so nervous and don’t know what to expect. Because he has a bye week next weekend, he doesn’t plan to return with the team after.

We’re spending the weekend here. Bentley, his older siblings, his best friend, Baker, and me. I nervously fidget with the hem of my dress, then reach for the teddy bear charm on my necklace and bring it to my lips.

“No, you’re not doing too much. I think it’s just enough to remind him what he’s missing and keep him on his toes.”

“But I’m not trying to do any of that.”

“Why not? The man is still crazy about you and you’re both miserable without each other.”

“Whatever, fine. We’re going to be late.”

I grab my little purse and fur and head out with my best friend to meet the rest of her siblings and Baker in the lobby so we can head to the stadium. Yes, a fur. It was waiting for me when we arrived at our suite.

A late birthday gift from Bentley. I’ve been trying not to read too much into that. The card was sweet.

Something to keep you warm. Thank you for coming.

Happy belated birthday.

Love,

Bent

I smile as I think about finding the gift waiting for me. Erica packed this minidress and heels for me. I had jeans and a jersey prepared to wear tonight.

Now looking around at everyone else, I see I would have been out of place. All the Coswells have dressed up for this. Eddy and Tara are the only ones not here as they’re still not old enough.

When we get to our box at the arena, I get the dress code. There’s a little party happening. Garret and Baker remain close to my side the entire game. There’s this one guy who’s been trying to get a little too close.

I blame Erica and this tight little dress with the fuck-me patent leather heels. The right side of the dress, under my arm and across my stomach, is bare. I had to be out of my mind to agree to wear this.

The champagne has been flowing, loosening my nerves a bit. I can’t help but wonder what Bentley is going to say when he sees me. We have so much we should say to one another.

I’m pulled from my thoughts as Bentley throws a game-winning touchdown, and the people in the box go wild. I’m so happy for him I can’t stop smiling.

The family passes hugs around and the girls and I have some more champagne. I really should stop drinking. I’ve been too nervous all day to eat.

I’m already a bit tipsy. I have so many things I want to say to Bentley. It’s been almost nine years. I would like to think we’re both in different places in our lives.

We’ve been like ships passing in the night. While I’ve been traveling the world with Erica, Bentley has had a stellar career playing professional football.

They call him the touchdown king. If there’s a way for one to be made, Bentley is going to do it. His arms, his legs, whatever it takes. I’m so proud of him.

“Mr. Coswell wanted Miss Nickels to come with me,” Sarah, Bentley’s assistant, says.

“I’ve got her,” Garret says quickly. “I know where he wants her to go.”

I look to Erica, and she has a shit-eating grin on her face. I narrow my eyes, wondering what they’re up to. We were all supposed to go out to dinner and dancing after the game.

“Yes, but I—”

“I’ve got it, Sarah. Don’t worry about it. See you tomorrow,” Garret says firmly.

Sarah gives a tight smile then looks me over before turning to leave. I shrug her look off and follow Garret. He leads me back to the car from earlier. It takes forever, but I’m taken back to the hotel we’re staying in.

However, he doesn’t take me back to my room. He takes me to a presidential suite, opens the door, then tells me to head in and make myself comfortable. I look up at him in confusion, but after a moment, I step inside.

The door clicks shut behind me, and I’m left alone. At least I think I’m alone. I take off my coat and drape it on the back of an accent chair.

“Sarah, what’s the ETA on Erica and Zah making it to the restaurant? Are they there yet? Shit, I’m going to be late. Why didn’t you bring Zahirah to the waiting area I told you to?” Bentley’s voice booms through the room, sending a chill down my spine.

I begin to walk toward his voice. When I get to the room he’s in, I find him in a pair of slacks with no shirt on. His ass looks great. He turns at the sound of my heels and freezes.

“Hey,” I say and wave.

He furrows his brows one second and rushes across the room in the next. Before I know what’s happening, he has my face between his hands as he devours my mouth. I whimper and lock my arms around his neck.

“You look fucking amazing. I’ve missed you so much, baby. I can’t believe you’re here,” he groans into my mouth.

“Bent, wait, I … oh my God,” I cry out as he lifts me onto his waist and pulls the front of my dress down to expose my breasts, then pulls my nipple into his mouth.

All my thoughts are scrambled. He continues to suck on my breast as he reaches to tug my dress up over my ass to gain access to my seam. A growl leaves his lips as he finds me wet for him.

In the next motion, he shoves his fingers into me as he moves across the room. I’m confused as he doesn’t move to the bed but over to an accent chair. However, I’m too busy coming all over his hand to think clearly about what’s happening.

He places me on my feet and bends me over the chair. In the next motion, he’s on his knees eating my pussy from behind. I can only grab the arms of the chair and hold on.

“God, I’ve missed this pussy so much. You taste so amazing. Come for me, baby.

“Show me this body still knows me. I want you to come all over my face. Can you do that for me?”

He slaps my ass, causing me to cry out. This is not my Bentley, but I’m not about to complain or stop to think too hard about that. I crave him something awful.

“Yes, Bentley, yes,” I scream as my legs shake, and I come.

“That’s my girl. I want you so bad, Zah. Do you want me to fuck you? Are you ready to have me inside you?”

“Yes, please.”

He chuckles darkly and stands to his feet. The sound of his belt clinking fills the room. The next thing I know, I’m so full my eyes cross.

Bentley has a tight hold of my waist as he fucks me hard and deep. I bite my lip as my eyes roll back. He begins to slap my ass, alternating from one cheek to the other while he continues to thrust.

“So fucking good. So wet and tight. Oh my God, I want you so much.

“You feel how hard you make me? I hate being without you. I love you so much, baby,” he hisses through his teeth.

“I love you too. Oh my God, I’m coming again. I’ve missed you soooo much.” I drag out the word so.

If the hardness of his dick were any indication as to how much he’s missed me, I’d say it’s a hell of a lot. Damn, I don’t think he’s ever fucked me like this before.

He lifts my leg over his arm and shifts his angle. I begin to scream my head off. He’s hitting my spot like it’s a bull’s-eye. I think I might black out if he continues like this.

“We’re not going to make the dinner or the party. I can’t stop fucking you. I want to take you all night.

“You think you can handle that, baby? Me fucking this tight little pussy all night? Oh my God, I’m going to come,” he growls the last part.

I’m already coming so hard I actually do pass out. All I know is that something warm fills me and then my legs give out. What the fuck just happened?

Bentley

When I turned to find Zah standing there, I thought I was dreaming. She looked like a goddess. I hadn’t planned to have sex with her.

However, one look at her in that sexy-ass dress and those heels and I had to have her. I was already coming off a high from winning and throwing the game-winning touchdown. Having her in my arms felt so right.

My plan had been to get her here so we could talk. I want her back. I want us back. Now I can’t keep my dick out of her.

“Yes, baby, keep coming for me,” I growl as I rock in and out of her as she matches me thrust for thrust.

“Bentley, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can, baby,” I croon before I dip my head and take her nipple into my mouth.

I almost lost my shit when I found her pantyless and braless. I mean, I sort of wondered how she could have on either with that dress, but damn, I was turned on when I pulled her dress down and exposed her full breasts. Finding her uncovered wet seam is what pushed me over the brink of sanity.

Now I’m balls deep inside her once again and I still don’t think my sanity has returned. I tighten my hands on hers as I look her in the eyes. I want her to come for me before I come inside her.

My heart swells at the thought of having her in my bed and back in my life. I can’t wait for her to see the house I’ve bought and the life I’ve been setting up for us. I’ve been working toward our dream for the last eight years.

“Yeah, that’s my good girl. Let me feel you. Come all over me.”

As I pump my seed deep inside her, Zah blinks up at me. Her eyes clear, as if in this moment she’s sobering up. I could taste the alcohol on her breath from the first kiss.

I’ll admit, I had a few drinks after the game before heading over to shower and get ready. I’d been nervous about how things would go with Zah and might have overdone it.

I kiss her hard as I shudder with my orgasm and growl. I think my climax helps to clear my head as well. I break the kiss and look down into Zah’s eyes, searching. Her eyes grow wide, and she begins to wiggle away from me.

“What’s wrong? Where are you going?”

“You promised we would decide together. Fuck, what was I thinking? How could I do something so stupid?”

“Zah, I got caught up. I wasn’t thinking. I’ve never had unprotected sex with anyone else.”

“I’m not worried about an STD, Bentley. Do you understand what this could mean?”

“Come on. I’m not an idiot. Of course, I know. Why are you making this a big deal?

“If you’re pregnant, we’ll get married. I’ll take care of you both.”

“Just like that? We haven’t talked through any of our problems.”

“You weren’t saying that a few minutes ago,” I mutter.

I regret the words the moment they’re out of my mouth. Zah’s mouth falls open, then rage fills her eyes. I groan and pull a hand down my face.

“Fuck you, Bentley. You’re an asshole. This was such a big mistake.”

“Baby, wait. I didn’t mean that. All right, all right, that was a dick thing to say. I’m an asshole for sure.

“Don’t leave. You’re right, we do need to talk. I’m sorry,” I plead.

“Save it. This is my fault; I had all that alcohol on an empty stomach. I walked in here and saw you and lost my damn mind.

“I need to stay away from you. I’ve just started to get my life together and now here I am doing dumb shit.”

“I didn’t know making love to someone who loves you counts as dumb shit. Good to know.”

“It is when you allow said person to nut up in you all night. Oh my gosh, how many times was that? This is Vegas, I’m sure I can find a Plan B.”

“You would do that?” I ask, sounding hurt to my own ears.

“To keep us from hurting an innocent kid with our bullshit, yes.”

“Our bullshit?” I explode.

I know I need to walk away and take a beat, but I keep going. It’s like I unravel all the work I’ve done on myself. Watching her try to walk away from me again and hearing her say she doesn’t want our baby cuts me to my core.

I think what sets me off is the fact that I realized rounds ago that we were having unprotected sex. For a fleeting moment, my drunken mind had thought that maybe a baby would make her stay.

“Whatever, Zahirah. I’m used to you abandoning me. Go ahead and walk out.

“I can’t make you love me. I can’t make you stay. All I seem to be able to do is make you come.

“If that’s all I am to you, then you should go. It’s best you get rid of the baby now, that way they don’t have to learn what it’s like to love you and lose you over and over again. It’s not like I’ll do right by either of you.

“Get the fuck out. You only remind me of everything I’ve lost. I—”

“Bent, you better stop now if you ever want to say another word to me again. Stop now because if you cross that line, I’m done.

“I don’t have that kind of forgiveness. Right now, I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive you for what’s already been said, but if you keep talking, there’s no friendship, no relationship, nothing,” she chokes out with tears in her eyes.

I turn without a word and storm into the bathroom for a shower. I try my best to wash away the regret and the stupid shit I’ve said.

My mind races with so many things at once. Why can’t I ever get it right when it comes to her? I love her more than anything, but I keep fucking this up.

Dad, how do I make this right? I’m so lost without you.