Touchdown (14 page)

He smiled slightly. Raw pleasure was still written all over his face.

He pulled the sheet over her naked body and kissed her lips. “Get some sleep.”

She closed her eyes. When she opened them again, Troy was gone.

She rose from the bed and tore away the poster from the wall. She understood now. Perhaps it was time she’d show her husband a little support. He needed her now, especially that the court had found him guilty and was facing ten months imprisonment.

She glanced at her alarm clock. It was only nine in the evening. Perhaps Troy was still awake.

Chapter 14

“Great game, Myers.” Kirk tapped Troy’s back. “Six touchdown passes. Man, you’re beating your own record. Who’s the inspiration, huh?”

Troy laughed and stuffed his helmet in his locker. “Luck, man. That’s all.”

“Is that what they call woman’s luck?” Fred, the team’s wide receiver who came from out of nowhere, asked.

They both laughed.

“That is called motivation,” Logan said.

Troy flinched.
Where the hell are these people coming from?

“It happens to a man who’s in love,” Logan added.

The men howled, including those who were listening at a distance.

Troy couldn’t believe he just flushed. It rarely happened to him. “That’s ridiculous. I only met her about one and a half month ago.”

“There’s something called love at first sight,” Fred said, followed up by another loud laughter.

Troy turned his back from his team and pulled his shoulder pads off. Tired after their one and a half hour game, he was not in the mood to entertain those bullshit.

“That was an excellent game, boys” Logan said aloud, halting the laughter. “But don’t lighten up just yet. The Jets only have two losses. We have three. We have to win every game ahead of us if we want to make it to the playoffs. We lost the championship last year. This time, we’ll win back the crown.”

The team yelled and clapped their hands, to Troy’s relief. At least they had stopped teasing him, or so he thought.

“Myers.” Logan tapped his shoulder. “Your lucky charm’s waiting for you in my office.”

His team mates howled. Fuck, it sounded like a full-packed stadium in here.

He showered and put on a shirt and jeans. The locker room was quieter now, so he took the opportunity to give Jeremy a call. He owed his friend an apology.

“Hey,” he said when Jeremy accepted the call. “Sorry about last time. I was just so pissed off.”

“I know,” Jeremy replied. “I’ve drafted a motion for reconsideration. I’m sending it today.”

Troy smiled. Jeremy knew him too well. Nothing like that could break the bond of friendship they had shared since High School. “I’ve been thinking about it. I thought that… perhaps I cannot get away with prison this time, but I hope it will be less than ten months. I can’t miss next season. I’ve got a contract. I’d be violating some of its terms. They might sue me for breach.”

“I’m working on it, man. We still have available remedies, so don’t worry about it. Just concentrate on your game.”

“Yeah… You’re right.”

Troy took a deep breath after their brief conversation. He felt a lot lighter now.

As he climbed the stairs going to the head coach’s office, he could not stop smiling.

“In love, huh,” he uttered softly, recalling what Logan had said in the locker room.

Impossible. He couldn’t even last five minutes with Zoey without them arguing. But it was always fun arguing with her, especially when she was pissed. It made him look like a jerk doing that most of the time, but he couldn’t help it. She just looked too amusing whenever she was pissed.

“Congratulations,” she said the moment she stepped inside the office, briefly startling him.

Zoey was standing near the couch, waiting for him to come in. She was wearing a short, spaghetti strapped peach dress, like she was attending a special occasion.

“Thanks,” he said and stood before her. “Did you watch the game?”

“I did. You were great.”

He raised an eyebrow. It was odd to hear that from a Jets fan and Patriots hater—specifically from a member of the Tom Myer’s hate club.

“What’s the occasion?” he asked.

She smiled. “I’m taking you out for dinner.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Really?” He wondered. After all those times he’d been a jerk to her, she’d treat her for dinner? “Why?”

“It’s my birthday.”

He was dumbfounded. He’d seen her records, but somehow, he had forgotten the date of her birth. “Oh,” he uttered. “Yes. It must have slipped my mind. Happy birthday.”

“Thanks.” She smiled again. God, she was getting prettier and prettier in his eyes, especially when she smiled like the way she was doing now.

“Why don’t I treat you instead?” he asked.

“No. It’s my birthday. I will treat you.”

He nodded. “Alright.”

*****

“Well, I cannot afford expensive restaurants you’re used to,” Zoey said as they enjoyed their dinner in a small restaurant located on the outskirt of the city. Troy had to drive two hours just to get them here. “But the baby back ribs here is the best I’ve ever tasted. Thought you might like it.”

Troy nodded as he chewed the softest and juiciest baby back ribs ever. “This one’s great. It’s a shame I’ve never heard of this place before.”

She smiled. “Good. And it’s a small place, with few people. You’ll be safe here.”

“Mmm,” he moaned as he put another piece in his mouth. Food of the gods. He was on a strict diet right now and he had already eaten much more than he should, but he could fix that with a longer workout in his gym.

“Wow, that was great,” he said and finished his wine. “We’re definitely coming back here. And next time, it’s my treat.”

“Looking forward to it,” she replied, grinning.

He stared at her. There was something different about her, as if he was seeing a part of her that he’d never seen before. The first time he saw her, he could not even remember her face, but this time, he saw her as the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid his eyes on. Her big, brown eyes that he thought were boring shone like stars before him now. It gave him a feeling of lightness, of comfort.

“Do people like you ever dream of more things in life?” she asked.

He raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re rich, you’re famous, you’re hailed as the best quarterback in NFL history. You’re living your dream. So what else is there? What else do you wish for?”

He took time to ponder about what she said. Living his dream. Was he living his dream? Yes, being a football player was his dream, and he had achieved more than what he had dreamed of. But it didn’t mean he was already complete, that his life was already perfect. There were a lot of things that he wanted, simpler things than being a football legend, but they seemed more difficult to achieve.

“Of course, I still have a lot of wishes. Every person does.”

“Like what?”

First of all, keep his family straight. His mother seemed to do fine now. Thanks to that little girl, but he knew that was only temporary. Once Zoey got the court’s permission to transfer Bessie to a school in Springfield, her mother would turn her attention back to her alcohol addiction. As of his father, he was still a gambler.

But of course he wouldn’t tell her that. His family was his personal problem. He didn’t like discussing about it with anyone else, not even if she was his wife.

“I have a lot of wishes,” he said, “but I wouldn’t mind if they don’t come true, except for one.”

“What is it?”

He smiled. He had not opened up this subject again for a while now, but this could be the perfect chance to do so. He just needed to say the right words, nicely and sincerely. “I just want to have a baby with you. That’s all I wish for.”

Her lips parted as she stared at him. He met her gaze, to let her know he was damned serious about this baby-making stuff.

“You sure you want it with me?” she asked. “I’m not even pretty.”

“Says who? You’re the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s a lie,” she said. She was too smart to believe that shit, but he meant what he said. “I’ve seen your women. They make me look ugly.”

“I don’t want any other woman, Zoey. I want you. Just you.”

Tears welled in her eyes. She seemed moved, a rare phenomena to him. He’d rarely seen her in such an emotional state before. It was great to finally break this fierce woman down and see the delicate parts of her.

She compressed her lips, and then she smiled. “Okay,” she nodded. “We will have a baby.”

His heart skipped. He had expected this conversation would make her consider his proposal, but he didn’t expect she’d actually agree with it right away.

He grinned,
still in a state of disbelief, but he was happy it turned out this way.

Her eyes had that questioning look. He knew what she wanted to know—if they should be doing it tonight.

Of course, they would. Now that she had finally agreed, he wouldn’t delay it any longer.

“You want to go home now?” he asked, staring at her in a way which told her what exactly he had in mind.

She flushed and nodded. She waved for the waiter to deliver her the bill so she could pay.

His cock had swelled by the time they got inside the car, but he restrained himself. Fucking her in this car wouldn’t be a good idea. It had to be special—something she’d never forget her entire life, in a place where they could be as wild as they wanted to be, where she could scream and he could growl as much as they could, where they could fuck until they’re out of strength.

“Get some sleep, Zoey,” he told her as he started the car. “You’ll need it.”

She smiled and leaned sideways on her seat. “I can’t sleep. I can’t wait.”

His cock twitched underneath his jeans. “Oh baby, if you say that one more time, I’ll drive through these woods and have my way with you.”

She giggled. “I don’t mind.”

She reached for his crotch, tracing her fingers around his massive erection. “Wow.” She bit her lower lip and narrowed her eyes seductively. “This one’s huge.”

He tightened his grip on the wheel. He knew what she was up to. She was testing his control.

He stepped on the gas and zoomed the car at full speed, throwing her backward to her seat.

“What the…” Still dazed, she blinked her eyes.

He smiled. “Seat belt.”

To his relief, she behaved the rest of the way, but when she realized they were minutes away to their destination, she playfully tugged down the strap of her dress, baring her breast.

His cock was throbbing.

‘Just a minute more. We’re almost there,’
he reminded himself.

Finally, he made it through the gate without crashing through the wall. He jumped out of the car, opened her car door, and picked her up in his arms. As light as she was, he easily carried her inside the house and threw her down the couch.

She giggled, unaware that she had just bared her nipple.

Enticed at the sight of a delicious red nipple, he knelt in front of her and cupped her naked breasts. She gasped as she realized she had been exposed, but when he rolled her nipple between his two fingers, she met his gaze and yielded to his touch.

He kissed her mouth, darting his tongue inside to meet hers, sucking the air out of her lungs. When he finally pulled away, she sucked in a breath.

He bared her other breast and squeezed them both, hard, while staring into her eyes.

“These nipples look so delicious, baby.” He licked his lips to let her know how he hungered for a taste. “Do you want me to suck them?”

At this point, she was already completely under this spell. Her body was all his to do as he pleased now.

She moaned and yielded to him the instant he closed his lips around her nipple. He had sucked a lot of tits in his lifetime, but this one’s the most exquisite. Hard, yet tender. A taste of heaven.

With his big hands, he squeezed her flesh closer together and alternated sucking both her nipples. He couldn’t get enough of them. The more he sucked, the more he hungered, especially while her fingers were pulling onto his hair while arching her chest closer against his ravenous mouth.

Then he felt something on his crotch. Her foot. She was stroking his erection with her naughty foot.

His cock twitch.

He bit hard on her nipple for revenge. She cried, yet pulled harder at his hair, pressed harder against his erection.

Fuck! This would be a rough, wild sex. And he wanted to start with it right away.

Grabbing the opening of her dress with both hands, he ripped it apart with his brute strength.

She sucked in a breath, alarmed of his savageness. He went on, tearing her dress off her. Next, he reached for her panties.

“Troy.” She quickly covered her crotch with her hand.

He looked into her eyes, piercing deeply through her soul while he nudged her hand aside. Gently, he pressed his palm against her mound, stroking, massaging, watching how her eyes rolled in pleasure.

Involuntarily, her legs parted and he managed to find her clit. He gave the sensitive bud a circular massage, until it swelled and tingled.

Now that she was back under his spell, he grabbed the elastic band of her underwear and pulled it down her legs and off her feet. She held on to his shoulders while he spread her legs wider.