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1. Andrew Nicholas Jennings

Andrew Nicholas Jennings

All the build-up and all the momentum boiled down to this moment.

All the hard work, the sweat, the pain, and the injuries were over.

I kneeled in prayer position with my arms locked in a tight cradle before I bowed my upper body to the ground.

Tears of joy and heartache mingled with the sweat pouring down my face as my shoulders shook; it was the only visible sign of my emotion.

Hands rested on my back, and screams, cheers, whistles, and shouts erupted all around me.

There would be interviews, parades, and parties, but everything else was finished; the game was finished.

There would be no more practices, coach reaming my ass, hopes for a victory, disappointment over the losses—all of it was over.

I lifted my upper body and rocked back on my haunches before I stood and held the ball up in victory.

At thirty-five, I had done it: four championship rings, three-time MVP, millions of dollars in sponsorship deals, and a stellar football career as an elite tier running back.

There had been no rumors of drugs or domestic violence or anything bad.

The worst hit that my reputation had taken over the years was that I was a ladies’ man.

I had no reason to settle down in the early years of my career. I knew that I couldn’t focus on building a family the way I would have wanted to, and I didn’t trust women.

I should have kept trusting my instincts.

The first time I opened myself up to the possibility of settling down, I chose the most trifling woman.

She wasn’t meant to be anything more than a fling like the others had been.

Yet, I kept going back because she became comfortable and convenient, until I got caught.

My teammates and I put on our championship gear as they congratulated me on making the game winning touchdown. I had everything riding on this final game in my career. I wanted one more ring to add to the other three victories.

I knew that it would be a long day filled with interviews, pictures, and partying, but my mind was already somewhere else. I was looking forward to returning home to be with my son. I hoped to God Kendra wasn’t on her bullshit.

I was still pissed that she hadn’t come to the final game.

She literally opened her mouth and told me she didn’t want to come because she had gained five pounds and didn’t want to be caught on camera looking like that.

When I pointed out that her ass had no problem being on social media all the time, she said it was different than being on TV.

I hadn’t said another word, because it was pointless. I had just grabbed my bags and dipped up out of there.

“You good, dawg?” Eric Jefferson, one of our linebackers, asked.

“Yeah. Just thinking about what comes next. It’s all surreal, you know?” I sighed.

“Still can’t believe this is your last year playing. We’ve had some battles out there on the green, that’s fo sho.”

“Fo sho,” I agreed.

“Aye, Jennings, you look like you lost your dog, man. You damn sho don’t look like you just won the Super Bowl or going out with a kick-ass career,” Linc Ford, our quarterback, declared. He eyed me cautiously like he thought I might blow a fuse.

“Nah, I’m good, man. Just trying to soak it all in—this was my last game,” I replied as we headed up onto the stage with the rest of our teammates to take pictures and receive the trophy.

“Shit, big homie, I’m only two years behind you,” Linc commented.

“Pam’s gon’ be glad to have your ass at home and settled.”

He pulled his fingers through his beard and smirked. “Yeah, but I don’t know that I’ll be ready.”

“Man, time for ya ass to settle down. You’ve been married five years. How long you gon’ keep fucking around?” I asked.

“Till my dick falls off and stops working,” he joked.

“That’s what’s gonna happen if you keep fucking all these groupies on the road,” I muttered.

“Yeah, well, I’m just trying to have fun like you.”

“Difference is, I’m not married.”

“You’re luckier than me, dawg.” He chuckled and then moved away from me as we all crowded around Coach to take pictures.

After we finished, Eric smiled and dapped me up. “I’m proud of you, man. You’re about to do some amazing things. You’ve got that big deal rolling your way.”

“Yeah, there’s that,” I replied, smiling.

“You gonna take it?”

“I’m still on the fence. I’ve got to decide soon, but when I do make up my mind, you’ll be the fourth person to know . . . after my parents and Coach.”

He laughed and dapped me up. “’Preciate it, dawg.”

“Of course, my guy, of course.”

I hadn’t told anyone but Coach and Eric, who I had been close to, about the offer to become a sportscaster for Sports Now Network, the premiere sports channel. I hadn’t even told Kendra’s ass about that, but I planned to have the discussion with her once I got home.

I pushed all thoughts of her out of my mind and focused on the on-field celebration and the interviews to come.

She might not have attended the big game, but she’d better have my son at Disney World tomorrow for the big parade.

“You out, big homie?” Eric asked as I headed for the door.

“Yeah. I’m good for the night.”

“Aye, them twins over there wanna holler at you. It’s your last time. Might as well go out with a bang.”

I chuckled and glanced at the women he pointed to. They both waved at me and smiled. They wore identical yellow bikinis; one wore her hair in braids and the other had a sew-in.

“Nah, I’m good on that.”

The woman who was wrapped around my arm giggled.

“Say what? The legendary Drew Jennings ain’t going out with a bang tonight?”

“Nah, I can’t even do it. One’s enough for me,” I replied.

The cute bombshell with the honey-blonde hair wrapped around my arm giggled.

Her beautiful cinnamon skin, sparkling russet-brown eyes, full, heart-shaped lips, and twin dimples turned me the fuck on.

The large boobs and big ass that were barely contained in the tiny, white piece of cloth she called a dress was all I needed to keep me occupied.

I always celebrated my wins with a wild party, followed by lots of drinking and sex.

It wasn’t foreign for me to have two or three girls at a time.

Tonight felt different, though. I wasn’t on all that shit, and I had nothing to prove to anyone.

I was going out of the league, and I needed to let that lifestyle go too.

I wasn’t above getting my dick sucked tonight, but I didn’t need multiple women to make that shit happen.

We pushed through the doors of the club, leaving the loud music behind. I grabbed the woman’s hand, and I headed upstairs to my hotel suite. The woman whose name I couldn’t remember—Darla, Dena, Desiree, or some shit like that—was kissing all over my neck.

She was just another groupie in a long line of them who hoped to get my last name, a ring on her finger, a baby out of the deal, or some variation of that, which would end in money in her bank account. I’d been a fool once, and I wasn’t about to do it again.

No sooner than the elevator doors closed, shorty dropped to her knees, pulled my dick out of my sweats, and had it in her mouth. I rested my palm on her head and helped ease her down my length. She gave good, sloppy head, and I couldn’t help but close my eyes to enjoy the feeling.

The doors opened, and I opened my eyes as well. Two dudes stood out there waiting to get on. One of them cupped his fist around his mouth, and the other slapped him on the shoulder.

“Aye! Yo! That’s big Drew Jennings!” the guy shouted.

The one with his fist cupped to his mouth, dropped it and replied, “I know who the fuck that is. The rumors are true. Aye, Drew—”

The doors closed on the idiots before they could think to step onboard. The elevator rose again, and the entire time, dick-sucking Darla never stopped. She was going for the gold. I guess she thought if she gave championship head, she’d get a championship ring to go with that.

Bitches didn’t care if I was leaving the league or not. They knew I had money, and more than half of them were willing to hop on my dick to ride it until they met someone else through me who would land a bigger payout for them. I wasn’t about to be no one’s gravy train.

When the elevator doors opened again, I snatched her head back. “Aye, yo, shorty. This is our stop.”

She pulled back, wiped her mouth, giggled, and tugged her dress down. I followed her off the elevator and led her to my suite.

Once we were inside, I asked, “Do you want something to drink? It might help you relax.” Not that she needed that shit, but I was trying to feel her out.

“I’m relaxed,” she stated, giggling.

“Oh, you’re about your business, huh?”

“I’ve just been turned on since I saw you step in the club tonight. I’m horny, baby.” She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I reached down and lifted her dress around her hips. I gripped two handfuls of ass and squeezed it, appreciating the natural jiggle to it.

That shit was real; she didn’t have implants.

“You like it?”

“Can’t wait to get inside of it, but first, let’s finish what you started on the elevator.”

“Okay.” She giggled and fell to her knees again. She would have to stop all that giggling shit before she fucked up my erection.

Her mouth was full of me again within seconds.

I gripped her head and rocked my hips back and forth as I slowly fed her my dick.

She had no gag reaction, and that shit turned me on.

She slobbered up and down on my dick, put her hands and mouth to work, and she blew on my shit like she was blowing the pipe.

“Aww fuck, shorty. You give the best head.”

She giggled around my dick as she stared up at me with those pretty ass eyes. She closed them and got serious again. Just when I was ready to explode, I pulled out, grabbed a condom from my wallet, and covered up.

“Turn around.”

I knew that I would have to fuck her, bust this nut, and send her on her way. I couldn’t put up with her giggling ass all night long.