by Ali Parker
“Anytime, son. Let’s get out there and hand these guys their ass from the get-go.” He moved out onto the field as the rest of the team hustled up around me, chanting our team name.
“You guys ready to make history?” I glanced around and smiled as they chanted louder.
We jogged out onto the field and lined up in our place. Clint gave me the thumbs-up and nodded twice. He was taking lead forward for the first game. He’d been supporting me since day one on the team. It was my turn to return the favor, and for the first time since learning about the team’s dicked-up tradition, I wasn’t worried.
I support Clint in getting the MVP spot, and I knew without a doubt that he would help me put an end to the sharing-women tradition. He was my Micah on the summer league and he deserved my partnership in being the best we could be together—on and off the field.
The next hour went by in the blink of an eye and the semi-finals were over. We’d won and would be headed into the championship later that afternoon.
“You did it!” Clint lifted his hand to give me a high-five.
“No, man. We did.” I hit his hand and turned as the guys tackled me. It was nice to belong.
***
Emily
I’d almost bitten my nails off by the time we entered into penalty kicks after double overtime. The teams were too evenly matched. The showdown at the end was almost too much to bear. The opposing team had only made four of their five kicks, and FC Boston was up.
We had a chance to win.
Our first four kickers scored, and Jacob was the final man up to the penalty spot. He had the power to win or lose the game for us, and I was sick over the pressure he must have felt. I paced the ground beside the bleachers, ignoring the girls as they offered various words of support and comfort.
“He can do this,” I whispered under my breath, glancing up to watch him as the whistle blew. My heart lodged in my throat and sweat beaded under my hairline. Why did I care so much if he won?
Because he cared. Because it meant something to him, and he meant everything to me.
He kicked the ball, and I glanced up, holding my breath as the goalie dove for it. It tipped the top of his fingers and bounced back into the net. The girls beside me went wild. The team leapt in the air, screaming and having a celebration in the middle of the field.
I pressed my fingers to my lips and let out a sigh of relief. Winning wasn’t everything, but it was a good way to end the season. Jacob needed to know that his efforts had paid off. He had a lot of shit facing him that fall, and where I would be next to him for all of it, he still needed a win in his back pocket.
“Yes!” Several of the girls picked me up and we all jumped around and screamed. It was the first time in a long time that I let down my pretenses and just had a good time.
“MVP! MVP! MVP!” The guys all crowded around us as well as the coaches and the energy in the mob surged. Everyone bounced around until finally one of the coaches blew his whistle softly.
“All right. All right. Congrats, guys. You did it. All of you.” He glanced around as I moved through the small crowd to find my man.
I snuggled against Jacob’s side and wrapped my arms around his waist, ignoring the cold sweat clinging to him.
“So proud of you,” I mumbled quietly as he leaned down and kissed my lips a few times.
“I couldn’t have done it without you.” He kissed me again.
“All right, lovebirds.” Clint popped Jacob in the shoulder. “MVP time!”
“Our MVP for the FC Boston summer is Jacob Wright. For your talent, your time, and your leadership. We’re all one hundred percent behind you.” Coach handed Jacob the trophy for the big win and everyone went nuts again.
He lifted the trophy in the air and let out a battle cry, giving the small group even more ammo for their excitement.
I squeezed him tightly and moved out of his arms and he took his time hugging his teammates and talking with each of them as if they were all old friends. By the time he made it out to the parking lot where I was leaning against the truck, I had tears in my eyes.
“What’s up? You okay?” He moved to stand in front of me and leaned toward me, brushing my hair back as concern moved across his handsome face.
“I’m good. I’m just really proud of you.” I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in tighter. Where I once would have been embarrassed by his reputation as a ballsy alpha male who stepped all over everyone and everything to get where he was going, I was now proud of him. He was willing to change and respected me enough to listen to my advice. It felt good. It felt right.
“Are you now?” He pressed against me and wagged his eyebrows. “You do realize that MVP gets to take a special woman to his bed and do anything he wants with her, right?”
“What?” I chuckled and reached up to wipe at the stray tears that dripped down my face. “I thought you were doing away with that.”
“I am. Tomorrow.” He picked me up and carried me toward the truck. “But tonight, I want my prize.”
“And if Clint would have won and wanted your prize?” I gave him a cheeky look.
“I’d have changed the rules to fit my needs. Duh, silly woman.” He let me slide down the front of his body before pulling me flush against him. “No one’s getting near my girl. Not ever.”
“Not even the MVP?” I lifted to my toes and brushed my lips by his.
“Not unless it’s me.” He leaned down and pressed his mouth to mine, consuming my thoughts and inflaming my desires all in one kiss.
He would always be MVP in my book.
No one else was even invited to compete.
The End
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