by Jacob Chance
The three of them glance at each other and look confused as to why they’re being called up. They push their chairs back, stand, and stroll up to the stage as if they don’t have a care in the world.
Eliza and Perri make eye contact and titter.
I lean over. “Why do I get the impression you’re behind this?”
“Probably because I am.” She aims a smug smile my way.
“Gentlemen,” Oliver calls out. “Thank you for being such good sports and joining me on the stage. There’s an anonymous patron who’s willing to donate one thousand dollars to the local boys’ and girls’ club if the three of you will do a strip tease for us.”
Perri drops her head and snorts. When she straightens up my three friends are staring at her from the stage. Clearly they realize she’s the anonymous donor. Perri wiggles her fingers at them and grins.
“I consider this retribution for the auction. Payback’s a bitch,” she fills me in.
My fingers trail up and down her arm. “I like this side of you. It’s sexy as fuck.”
“What do you say, fellas?” Oliver asks. “Are you willing to strip down to your boxers for charity?”
Clancy grins and shrugs his wide shoulders. “Why not?”
Flynn runs a hand through his hair. “I don’t mind.”
Darren answers by grinning and giving a fist pump.
Clancy kicks off his sneakers and socks and the other two do the same. All the women in the club scream, egging them on and they haven’t even started.
“These guys are anxious to get started. Let’s give them some music.” “Pour Some Sugar On Me” begins to play and each of the guys begins to remove their shirts. Hips moving, flirtatious grins in place, they reveal small amounts of skin, seducing every woman in the crowd.
Perri sighs, “My plan may have backfired on me. I thought they’d hate having to do this, but they seem right in their element. They’ll probably end up getting laid from this, but even still it’s worth it.”
I wrap my arm around her. “Don’t worry, there has to be a part of them that thought oh fuck when they got called up and heard what they had to do. As far as I’m concerned, this is great entertainment.”
“I’d have to agree with you.” Her eyes are zeroed in on the guys.
“Hey,” I protest tickling her side. She squeals but keeps watching the show. Cupping my hands around my mouth, I shout, “Take it off, baby.”
Clancy’s shirt comes off first, revealing his obscenely developed chest with a Boston Terrier hockey tattoo over his heart.
“Oh daaaamn,” Eliza coos, fanning herself.
Dude is seriously jacked. I’m a little jealous. I need to spend more time in the gym with Clancy.
“Hey, I’m right here, you know,” Owen reminds Eliza.
“Who are you?” she jokes and we all laugh.
Hoots from the audience call our attention back to the stage. Flynn and Darren are shirtless now too. It’s a toss up which one they think looks better, but they both wear their Boston Terrier football tattoos well. The three of them dance around the stage, thrusting and shaking their hips. They even turn around to shake their asses at the audience. It’s almost as if this was choreographed, but I know that’s impossible. I can’t believe how into the performance they’re getting. It’s awesome. I’m not upset Perri’s plan backfired. I love that these guys don’t care who’s watching and are going for it. That’s what makes these guys so incredible in their respective sports. They go balls to the wall no matter what they’re doing.
Clancy drops his jeans first. The women scream when they catch sight of him in his tight boxer briefs.
“Dayum, he’s a biggun all over,” Eliza announces. She must be drunk because I’ve never heard her utter anything close to those words.
“I think I need to keep you away from my friends.” Owen glances at Eliza, looking less than amused.
“Uh-oh,” I whisper in Perri’s ear. “Things are about to go downhill.”
“Maybe he should take her home before she drinks more.”
“I think you mean drools more,” I offer.
She laughs and nods. “I think you’re right.”
By the time the song ends, all three guys are down to their boxers and flexing impressively at the edge of the stage. The crowd goes wild, cheering madly as they take a bow. They head to the back of the stage to get dressed.
Eliza leans on Owen’s shoulder. “You’re the sexiest of them all.”
Perri smirks at me and I husk, “Are they going back to his place or yours?”
She walks her fingers up my chest, teasing me. “His place.”
I hold her tight to me and savor the way her body contours against me. She was made for me. I’m convinced of it. From the moment I set eyes on her, I knew I’d never be the same. And I haven’t. I’m a lucky man.
“Thank you for having the party for me. Tonight is the best present anyone’s ever given me.”
“You deserve so much more. I’d give you the moon and stars if I could. I promise I’ll do anything within my power to provide you with everything you want.”
“You already have.”
“I don’t know how you can say that. I’ve only given you two gifts so far, a Killington t-shirt and a party.”
“No, what you’ve given me is immeasurable. You’ve blessed me with laughter filled days and unconditional love.”
“Well, if that’s all you need from me, then you’re set for life because I have an endless supply of both just for you.”
Not ready to say goodbye to Nolan and Perri?
Read on for the Extended Epilogue.
Extended Epilogue
Nolan
Five years later, las vegas
If anyone had told me when I started college that someday I’d be spending at least a year in Las Vegas with the love of my life I never would’ve believed them. Yet, here I am. Not only am I living here, I’m loving it and we’re thriving. I’m sure that has more to do with Perri being by my side every single day than any real attachment to Vegas, but whatever the reason, life is good. I wouldn’t change a thing.
I glance at my watch and notice the time. We need to get going soon. “Are you almost ready, babe?” I call out to Perri. She’s in the bathroom of our apartment getting ready for work.
She strolls down the hallway toward me and my heart jogs in my chest. No matter how long we’ve been together, her effect on me never seems to lessen and I hope it will always be this way.
She smiles and pauses in front of me. “Does my makeup look okay?” She opens her eyes wide, then closes her eyelids before opening them again.
I nod, awestruck at her beauty. “You look gorgeous. The crowd’s going to love you as always.”
“You’re too sweet. I think you may be biased, but I’m going to pretend you’re not.”
“I only speak the truth judging by the way the audience reacts to you every night.”
We leave our apartment and I take Perri’s blue bag from her, slipping a strap over the same shoulder that my own backpack hangs from. We step onto the elevator and I pull her back against me, wrapping my arms around her waist. Nuzzling her neck, and breathing in her jasmine scent has the ten floor ride down passing in a matter of seconds. When the double doors open to the lobby, I catch Perri’s hand and lead her to the front door.
Once we’re outside on the busy sidewalk, we wordlessly merge with the flow of pedestrians and walk the two blocks to the Bronwyn Theatre. The stately brick building seems out of place amongst the steel and glass neighboring buildings, but tonight is the one hundredth year anniversary for the theatre. There will be drinks and appetizers in the lobby for an hour prior to the show for the historic celebration.
We enter through the main entrance and give a wave to Mary who works in the ticket box. Scott and Tim, two of the ushers employed by the theatre say hello as we walk by. We head toward the back of the lobby, walking across marble floors that are so shiny, I can almost see my refle
ction in them.
Using a key for employees, I unlock the door that takes us to a long hallway that runs the width of the theatre. If you follow it to the left it will lead you out behind the stage. If you follow it to the right, there are dressing rooms to get ready in. One of them happens to be our destination.
I sort through the keys on my ring and find the one to unlock the dressing room. Flipping the light switch on, I step inside, closing the door behind us. I set Perri’s bag down on the vanity seat where she likes to touch up her makeup before the performance. Moving over to the couch, I drop my backpack to the ground and sink down onto the old plaid upholstery.
A knock on the door, has Perri raising an eyebrow my way.
“Don’t look at me. I don’t know who that could be.”
She tugs the door open without a word and screams when she sees who it is. Eliza, Owen, Clancy, Flynn and Darren are all standing in the hall. “Oh my God. What are you guys doing here?” she yells, jumping up and down in her excitement.
“Your fiancé told us this was a special performance tonight and we were overdue to come out and see you guys,” Owen mentions.
“Why are the three of you here without your women?”
“We talked them into letting us have a guys’ weekend.”
“Pfft. And they fell for it?”
“Hook, line and sinker.” Clancy grins. “Don’t worry, we’ll be on our best behavior. We’re not looking to get our asses kicked when we get home.”
“Owen, how’s life in the NFL?” I shake his hand. “Are the Pats treating you and Trevor right?”
“We just won another ring so I’d say so.”
“I know, I watched. Congratulations.”
“You sure you don’t want to join us? With your talent, It’s not too late.”
“Nah, man. I’m good where I’m at.”
“Why don’t you guys go have some drinks and appetizers in the lobby and we’ll hook up with you after the show. We can head back to our place after or if you’d rather we can hit a bar,” I suggest.
“Your place sounds good. We really just came out here to spend as much time with you guys as we can,” Eliza mentions.
They all file over to the door and walk out to the hallway. “We’ll see you after the performance.”
“Break a leg,” Flynn yells with a wink.
“You didn’t know they were going to show up?” Perri stares at me, pointedly.
“Absolutely not. I had no idea. But what a great surprise.”
“Does seeing the guys make you homesick for Boston?” she asks with concern in her tone.
“No, not necessarily. I miss Boston every day, but not enough to give up what we have here.”
She smiles. “Good. I guess I better get ready. It’s almost show time.”
Hanging upside down from the silks in a split position over the stage, I reach for Perri’s hands. She flips over into a split of her own, her legs running perpendicular to mine.
Maneuvering from one position to another she shifts her weight with my arms being the only thing supporting her. With each pose change the audience gasps. She climbs the silks above me and inverts her torso, ending with her back against my naked chest. Every part of her shadows me. We slide down the silks together and roll over to our feet as we come to the floor. The music ends and we take our bow.
Looking out, I can see our friends in the front row, clapping and cheering for all their worth. When Perri and I began training silks together five years ago, I think the guys all thought I’d lost my mind. But from the first moment I tried them, I was hooked. And it being something the two of us could share, only made it better.
I kept playing football for all my college years in addition to training with Perri. My strength and size made me a natural and the flexibility came with a lot of work. When Perri mentioned wanting to try out for America’s Got Talent, I thought she’d lost her mind. She begged and pleaded and the more I thought about it, the more I decided life’s too short to hold back. Playing it safe wasn’t an option. Turns out we made it to the live auditions and then we made it to the finals. And you’re not going to believe it, but we won the whole fucking thing. We got one million dollars and we’ve been performing in Vegas for a year now. We’ve had so much success with our show, that the Bronwyn extended our contract for two more years. We didn’t want to commit to any more than that. By the end of the three years here, we’ll have made enough money to invest and live comfortably for the rest of our lives. Perri talks about opening a dance studio back in Massachusetts, and maybe that will be the direction we go.
I can’t wait to have some little Perri’s running around so I can put my snow fort making skills to good use.
“Will you listen to that crowd,” I say to Perri as we take our bows.
“It never gets old,” she trills, beaming.
It’s funny how life can be so unpredictable. I never imagined this journey we’re on, now. You can have your future all planned out with a solid outline of how to achieve your dreams and then everything changes. Opportunities present themselves and are too good to be passed up. Football used to be my everything, but now my priorities have shifted and I have new goals that are far superior to the ones I originally had. Perri is one of those dreams that came to fruition. With her by my side, anything is possible.
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Want to start the Series from the beginning? Read on for the prologue and chapter one of PENALTY, and find out how it all began.
He’s the bad boy quarterback of Boston University's football team. As the son of a former NFL player, he’s showered with attention and praise twenty-four-seven. One flash of his smile and all the girls fall at his feet - or should I say to their knees?
And then there’s me.
Brady Lincoln is the last person I want attention from. He’s the kind of guy my father warned me about. His play on the field is legendary and his play with the ladies, even more so. I’ve managed to stay off his radar until recently.
What happens when the cocky quarterback breaks all the rules to win my heart?
Read on for the Prologue, and Chapter One of PENALTY
PROLOGUE
Brady
AUGUST
Grimacing at the sting of her long nails digging furrows into the skin on my back, I thrust my cock into her. She moans in my ear and her hands move down to grip my ass. Her legs squeeze my hips like a vise as I pound into her harder and deeper.
I’m surprised by how good a fuck she is. A lot of the time I find easy pussy is lazy pussy, but she’s proving to be a nice exception. I don’t even mind she’s older than the women I usually screw. She’s hot with her deep red hair, bright pink painted lips and a rack that won’t quit.
Her pussy is starting to quiver around my cock now. Rubbing my fingers over her clit, circling around the swollen flesh, I slam my dick as hard as I can into her. She shrieks like a wild cat as she trembles through her orgasm. I pull out of her and remove the condom before stroking my cock until I release all over her flat stomach.
I never come inside easy pussy. I don’t need some gold digger looking for a free ride, claiming I’m their baby’s daddy. What would be even worse is actually being their baby’s daddy. Jesus. That’s why I always wrap and pull. I like to think of it as being proactive.
I grab some tissues off the hotel nightstand and wipe her stomach clean. I’m such a gentleman. She stretches and yawns loudly as I slide my boxer briefs on.
“Where are you going, sugar?” She asks posing provocatively on her side. The scent of sex and her floral perfume are strong in the air. Stepping int
o my jeans, I pull them up. “I have some place else to be,” I reply vaguely as I button and zip my pants.
“Are you sure I can’t talk you into round two?” She traces a long red nail around her nipple.
My dick twitches at the thought of another go in her tight pussy, but I should finish unpacking my stuff. Two of my friends just moved into a new apartment off campus, with me. There’s still a lot to be done before classes begin in a few more days.
“No, sorry I can’t.” I walk toward the door. “I gotta run. Maybe some other time sweetie.” I pull the hotel suite door open and give her a quick wave before I go.
Closing the door, whistling the song “The Stranger,” my shoes are silent on the thick carpet of the ritzy hotel corridor as I head toward the exit. The woman I just fucked already all but forgotten.
CHAPTER ONE
Brady
Early November
I grunt from the impact as the air expels from me when I’m tackled to the ground. The crowd loudly cheers, and I know my pass to my roommate, Nick, one of our team’s wide receivers, hit its mark. The peal of a shrill whistle nearby cuts through all the sounds of celebration.
My buddy, Zeke, one of the offensive linemen, holds his hand out for me, pulling me up. He pats me on the back.
“You okay man?” he asks. “That was a hard hit and a late one.”
“Yeah, I’m good,” I say, picking grass out of the side of my face mask and throwing it to the ground. My body is wracked with pain, but I shake it off. There’s no time to think about it; we need to win this game.
