Chapter 35
Fin
“Are you going out with us tonight, Fin?” Troy asked. “We’re celebrating that I’ll be practicing tomorrow.”
My hair was still wet from the shower, and I was rolling up the sleeves of my button-down shirt. “I appreciate the invite.”
“There’s something different about you,” he said. “You’re…I can’t put my finger on it.”
“It’s a woman,” JD said. “I’ve seen that look in Fin’s eyes before. He found himself a Coopers groupie, and she’s working out his frustrations.”
I scoffed. “I don’t have frustrations.”
Everyone laughed.
“I also didn’t know there were Coopers groupies.”
“Every team has them.” JD wiggled his eyebrows. “You knew about them in Green Bay.”
“I was young and stupid in Green Bay. It’s not a groupie.”
Troy jumped up. “It is a woman.”
“Yes,” I admitted. “That’s all you’re getting from me. I don’t kiss and tell.”
“You’re missing out,” Troy said. “The steak was delicious at Jeff Ruby’s last week. This week we’re going to Tony’s.”
“Have a beer for me,” I said as I gathered my things. “I’m getting domesticated.”
“No,” Troy wailed. “I thought you were my wingman.”
A genuine laugh came from my chest. “See you tomorrow.”
The press conference after the game was two hours ago.
The Coopers were 5 and 0 without our starting quarterback.
The reporters asked if I was all right with taking a second seat to Dennison.
I answered them honestly, telling them that I would have a front-row seat to greatness in the making.
On top of that, I was getting paid to sit in that front row. Life didn’t get much better than that.
This was the third time I’d used my keycard at the Vine. It was nice not to have to visit the concierge’s desk upon each visit. I also had a leather backpack with things for tomorrow. My spending the night wasn’t set, but if Vee agreed, I was prepared. Once a boy scout always a boy scout.
Getting off the elevator, I made my way to unit 706 and rang the doorbell.
I heard the beep of her security system and then the door opened to the most beautiful woman I’d ever known. “May I kiss you now?”
Vee’s smile curled and her emerald-green eyes shone. “Yes.”
Stepping inside the doorway, I nudged the door closed and dropped my backpack. Without warning, I scooped Vee from her feet. Her shriek and giggle filled the air and her arms wrapped around my neck.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m carrying you to the bedroom.”
She swatted my shoulder. “I have food and the game’s cued up and ready to play.”
I continued walking through her living room, the hallway, and into her bedroom. “Spoiler alert, the Coopers won.”
Setting her feet on the bedroom floor, I reached for the hem of the soft Coopers sweatshirt she was wearing and pulled it over her head. My smile grew. “No bra.”
Vee shook her head. “I’m not letting you have the power play.” She came closer, unbuttoning the front of my shirt. She’d release one button, lean in and kiss my chest. Another button, her green eyes daring me to stop her, another kiss. The pattern continued, lower and lower.
I stopped her hand when she reached for my belt. “No. My turn.”
Reaching for the waist of her blue jean capris, I undid the button and lowered the zipper. “Those need to come off.”
Vee nodded, shimmying out of the capris.
All that was left was her white lace panties.
“Now, my turn,” she said. First, she unbuckled my belt.
Next, she did as I had and unfastened my blue jeans and lowered the zipper.
“Sit,” she commanded, tipping her head toward the bed.
When I did, she removed one of my leather loafers and then the other.
She rolled each sock down and off my feet. “Now. The blue jeans need to come off.”
I obliged, pushing my jeans down and kicking them off. “Ms. Hubbard, is the playing field to your liking?”
Vee scanned me up and down, walking around me, she dragged her finger over my skin as she circled me once and then twice. When she stopped in front of me, Vee nodded. “I approve.”
Her shriek filled the air as I once again scooped her from the floor and dropped her on the soft mattress. “Fin.”
“My turn,” I said, stalking toward her, starting at the foot of the bed—fist, knee, fist, knee.
Vee’s eyes opened wide and her cheeks were raised as she watched me.
Vee Hubbard wasn’t a frightened deer watching an approaching predator.
No, there was a keen cleverness to her stare and a smirk on her sexy lips.
I got the feeling that instead of being prey, Vee had set a trap, and I’d willingly fallen head over heels.
We greedily removed one another’s remaining clothes.
I scooted up to the headboard and crooked my finger. “Come here.”
“I’m here.”
“Here.” I bid her closer.
My erect cock rested against my stomach as Vee scooted closer. The way her pink tongue darted out to her pouty lips was almost my undoing. I encouraged her to straddle my lap with my cock between us.
Vee rested her hands on my shoulders. “You want me on top?”
I sighed with a grin. “I’ve worked hard today. I thought you might be up for the hard part.”
Vee giggled. “You’re up and hard.” She encircled my cock with her hands, moving them up and down.
I stiffened as she leaned forward, taking the tip between her lips and swirling it with her tongue. “Fuck,” I growled.
Lifting her hips, Vee positioned my cock between her folds and began moving down.
“Fi-nnn.”
Her lips formed the perfect ‘o.’
Vee’s back arched, pushing her breasts toward my lips as her warm, moist pussy sheathed me in a tight satin glove. She moved her hands back to my shoulders as Vee flexed her knees, lifting and lowering herself.
I was mesmerized by her ever-changing expressions.
Sexy and alluring, her lips moved and her eyelids fluttered. Her emerald eyes grew darker.
I leaned forward, sucking one nipple and then the other. The room filled with both of our noises, moans and whimpers, groans and hums. Vee’s tempo increased. Her fingernails pressed into my skin. Her orgasm built as her body tightened, strangling my cock as her arms and legs began to quake.
Reaching for her hips, I took over, pulling her up and pushing her down. My balls drew tight. Fireworks exploded behind my eyelids as I found my own release. Vee collapsed onto my chest, our bodies still connected.
When she pushed herself up, her beautiful face with the loveliest smile filled my vision. “It is more work on that side.”
She giggled as I rolled us.
Vee’s long hair fanned over the pillow and around her face as she stared up at me. “I’m so happy.”
It was a simple statement, yet I knew the feeling. Because, for the first time that I could remember, I was too. I was happy. I’d found an unexpected home with the Coopers, and more importantly, Vee and I made our way back to one another.
I teased a rogue tendril of her hair away from her face. “Me too. Did you mention food?”
Vee shook her head with a scoff. “I did, but some brute picked me up and whisked me away to the bedroom.”
“In that brute’s defense, he spent every minute he could watching you on the sidelines, seeing how damn sexy you were, and he wasn’t able to wrap you in his arms or kiss you on the fifty-yard line.”
Moving, I broke our connection.
Vee pressed her lips together. “I don’t think I’m worried, but should I be?”
I rolled to her side, holding my head with my fist, my elbow on the pillow. “About what?”
“The hundreds of women you were forced to screw to get me out of your head.”
My smile quirked. “Not hundreds.”
“Still, should we be using a condom? I have the insert. I’m not talking about pregnancy. I’m talking about STDs.”
“I’m clean.”
She lifted an eyebrow. “Hundreds.”
Puckering my lips, I kissed her nose. “Not hundreds. And for the record, I never got you out of my head.”