“Oh my God,” she said a few minutes later, jumping up as the teams ran at each other. Sam and King both hit players from the other team. King flipped one over his shoulder and then slammed into another, driving him back several yards, almost reaching the Packers quarterback. Meanwhile, Sam tackled a player to the ground and then got kicked in the head by another Packer who’d been trying to run past him. She pressed up against the glass, waiting to see if he got up. After the play stopped, the Packer who’d kicked him held out his hand and pulled Sam up. They slapped each other on the shoulder and went their separate ways. Jane fell back down in her chair, already exhausted from the highs and lows of the evening.
“This is going to be a long night,” she said.
“They all are, honey,” Chloe Alvin said, coming over to sit down on Randi’s other side. “They all are.”
—
The Rebels won the game 17–13. King had two sacks and Sam made an interception and ran the ball to the ten, which led to their second touchdown. According to Randi and Margo, they both had an exceptional game and would be very happy with their performance.
Jane was a mess by the end of the game. Having to sit there watching them make punishing hit after punishing hit was sheer torture. All she could think of were the football injuries she’d helped treat in the ER. In her mind, Sam and King’s injuries were magnified ten times, because they were playing in the NFL, and not Pop Warner ball. She had to excuse herself to go to the bathroom at one point, because she thought she was going to throw up. Sam had gone down hard and, as he lay on the field for a few seconds, Jane’s vision had dimmed because she was sure he was paralyzed.
All the women in the box were talking smack and bitching at each other and Jane completely understood. They were all as worried as she was. What a nightmare. She’d never imagined that being with a football player would be so hard. She didn’t worry so much about King, because he was clearly one of the biggest guys on the field. His arms were as big as any two other players’ arms put together. She’d known he was big, had seen him next to Sam and some other Rebels, but she didn’t realize how big until she saw him on the field. He was totally jacked. She got a little horny just thinking he was hers.
There was no indication on the field at any time that Sam and King were involved. They kept it professional during the game, teammates and nothing more. That had to be hard, too. King held back when Sam was down, letting Darius Alvin check him out and help him up. When Sam walked past King after he got up, he’d punched King’s shoulder pad. That was it. Jane had seen other players doing that to each other the whole game. Jane wanted to go down there and throw herself on Sam, and kiss him and make sure he was all right. She was pretty sure that’s what King really wanted to do, too.
“I can’t believe I held out for almost a whole week,” she told Margo when the game was over. She had collapsed in her chair and was rubbing her temple. She had a killer headache. At this rate, football would kill her before either of the guys even got hurt. “It’s all I can do to stay up here and wait for them and not run down to the locker room and tackle them.”
“Yeah, we all get jacked up after a game,” Randi said. “Best. Sex. Ever. Seriously. Half these ladies won’t even make it out of the stadium before they’re fucking. They don’t care how much their man hurts, if he’s alive and walking he’s going to get some pussy.”
“Randi,” Chloe said mildly, dusting some imaginary lint off her sleeve. “You’re so bad.”
“I know you and Darius have some secret closet or something in the stadium,” Randi accused her. “I’m going to find it. You know I am.”
“Not all of us are lucky enough to be banging a coach with his own office,” Chloe replied. “We have to improvise.”
“I just want to see them,” Jane said. To her utter mortification her eyes filled with tears. “It’s been a long time.”
“Going to be even longer,” Randi said unsympathetically. “They’re doing the fireworks show in a couple of minutes and the guys have to stay out there for it.”
“Oh, God,” Jane said, jumping up. She pressed her hands against the glass again. She was leaving permanent handprints there. “Sam hates fireworks.”
“How can anyone hate fireworks?” Shonda asked in a bitchy voice. She was the girl in the back who it turned out was sleeping with Dominique Reyes.
“Because they sound like bombs,” Jane told her without turning around. “They make him jumpy, like he’s under attack again.”
“Oh.” For once Shonda didn’t have a smart-aleck reply.
“Well, who the fuck thought fireworks were a good idea on Veterans Day?” Randi asked in disgust.
“Because fireworks are an American thing,” Margo said. “I mean, Fourth of July, apple pie, and fireworks. Right? I get it.”
“Help me find them on the sidelines,” Jane said, dragging Margo to her feet. “There are too many people out there.”
“Isn’t that King?” Chloe asked. “Next to Darius. You can always tell which one is King.”
Jane followed Chloe’s directions and found King. The crowd parted a little and she saw that Sam was sitting on the bench in front of King, his helmet off, his elbows on his knees as he stared at the ground. When the first firework boom split the air, she saw him flinch, and then the crowd hid him again. “I can’t see Sam,” she said, panicked.
“He was on the bench,” Margo told her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “He’s fine.”
“I don’t think so,” Shonda said. “Look at the TV.”
Jane spun around and saw a close-up of Sam on the screen. He’d lowered his face to his knees and covered his head with his arms. King sat down next to him and put his arm around him. Danny Smith was standing in front of them. He turned to the camera and shoved it away and the TV cut to the commentators.
“…suffers from PTSD,” one of them was saying. “He probably shouldn’t be out there with the rest of the team for the fireworks display.”
“Well, he and King Ulupoka almost made it through the game without touching each other,” another commentator said in disgust. “I don’t think people at home need to see that on their TV screens.”
“What a dick,” Randi said loudly. She turned to Jane. “Come on.” Without waiting for a reply, she took Jane’s hand and dragged her toward the door.
“Where are we going?” Jane demanded, trying to tug her arm free. “I need to keep an eye on Sam.”
“That’s where we’re going,” Randi said. “I think he’d appreciate a personal touch right about now.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” Jane said. “Run. I can keep up.”
Chapter 37
Sam kept his head down, but even with his ears covered he could hear the bombs going off. The fireworks. They were bright, star-spangled fireworks. If he repeated it enough, he’d make it through the five- or ten-minute show, right? When King sat down and put his arm around him, Sam turned slightly and rested his forehead on King’s big thigh. King was rubbing his back, but Sam couldn’t really feel it through the pads. It was a nice gesture, though, and he could feel it enough that it grounded him.
Shit, how long are these fireworks? he wondered. They were taking longer than it took American troops to take Baghdad.
He wanted to see Jane. This whole fireworks thing was a bad idea. What piss-poor timing. He knew Melody Ann had only been trying to help his image with the whole Veterans Day celebration thing, but he was totally going to kick her ass when this was over.
“Hey, man,” Jo Jo yelled, pointing down the field. “I think your girl’s coming to see you.”
“What?” King yelled. The crowd was going crazy over the fireworks.
“Your girl,” Jo Jo yelled. “Look.” Sam lifted his head and turned to follow Jo Jo’s pointing finger, but he couldn’t see anything. Most of the team was surrounding them, as if they could protect Sam from the booms in the sky. Next to him, King stood up. He turned to Sam, grinning.
“Come on,�
� he said, pulling Sam up. Another firework went off and Sam flinched, pulling away from King. He shook his head. What he really wanted to do was go far, far away and curl up in a ball.
“Get out of the way,” King said, pushing a few guys aside and pulling Sam out of the protective circle. That’s when Sam saw her. Jane was trying to hurry down the sideline, Randi McInish pulling her along. But Jane was wearing a clingy dress and high heels, and she was having a hard time. When she saw Sam and King, she started waving wildly at them. She yanked her hand from Randi, then reached down and flipped off the heels. Then she began to run. Without thinking, Sam started to run, too.
They met halfway. Jane threw herself into his arms and kissed his face all over, her arms wrapped tight around his neck as he lifted her off her feet.
“I missed you so much,” she said, her voice cracking. Sam realized she was crying. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’ve been an idiot. I made you do it all alone.”
“Shut up so I can kiss you properly,” Sam said, yelling to be heard over the crowd. He didn’t care that they were in the middle of a group of strangers on the sidelines in front of sixty thousand people.
“Do you forgive me?” Jane asked. She was a wreck. Her hair, which looked like it had been pinned up, was falling down around her shoulders, and her face was blotchy from crying, and he didn’t care. She looked beautiful to him.
“For anything and everything, but there’s nothing to forgive,” he told her. “Seriously, let me kiss you.”
“Oh,” Jane said and Sam’s heart did a flip. He kissed her exactly the way he wanted, as if he were starving for her. When he broke the kiss, she looked a little dazed and her cheeks were flushed.
“I’m sorry to put you through all this,” Sam said, resting his forehead on hers. “This isn’t what King and I wanted at all. You know that, right?”
“I know,” she said. “And I’m sorry I couldn’t handle a little negative press. I mean, who cares, right? As long as we’re together.”
“And I’m sorry I missed that kiss,” King said from beside them. “I watched it on the jumbotron.”
“King,” Jane said, starting to cry again. She reached out one arm and wrapped it around his neck, pulling him close. “I’m sorry. Again.” She sort of hiccupped and Sam wasn’t sure if it was a laugh or more crying.
“Enough of that,” he said. “If I know you two, you’ve just spent the last couple of minutes apologizing.” Jane stretched up to kiss King, and Sam adjusted her in his arms. “Everyone is watching,” King said against her lips.
“Let them,” Jane said firmly. “I don’t care. They’re all just jealous, anyway.” King’s laugh was cut off by Jane’s kiss. Sam nuzzled her neck while she kissed King.
“This crowd is really jacked up tonight,” Sam yelled over the noise. “They take their fireworks very seriously.”
“They’re cheering for you, you idiot,” Cass Zielinski yelled, striding up beside them. “The fireworks ended a few minutes ago. Shannon said take it back to the locker room.” He smiled. “Hi, Jane.”
“Hey,” she said shyly. “Sorry about all the fuss.” Cass just grinned.
Sam lowered her to the ground. She was blushing furiously. A second later, the team swallowed them all up and they were forced to move with the tide toward the tunnel. King scooped her up in his arms right away. “No shoes,” he reminded Sam. Sam just nodded, smiling like a fool.
Chapter 38
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Sam asked breathlessly as he kneeled between Jane’s thighs on his bed. They were both naked, and Jane ran her hands over his abs like she was enjoying the view.
“Uh-huh,” she said. “This is what I want. A Sam sandwich.”
Sam shivered as a tingle went up his spine at the image. He leaned over and pinned Jane’s hands above her head. “Dirty girl, you are so bad. You want to watch me get fucked? Is that what you want?”
She bit her lip and nodded with hooded eyes and flushed cheeks, looking like a sex kitten with her pretty hair spread all over the bed around her. “I want to feel it,” she whispered, licking her lips slowly.
“Damn, baby,” King said appreciatively from beside the bed, where he was grabbing the lube from the nightstand drawer. “Ask like that and we’ll give you whatever you want.”
“You in Sam, Sam in me, fucking,” she said. “That’s what I want. Hard. I forgot that part. Fucking hard.” She grinned up at Sam.
“Are you crawling around inside my head again?” King asked.
“No, she’s crawling around inside mine,” Sam told him, grinning back at Jane. “I only fuck one way. Lucky for you it’s hard.”
“It sure is,” Jane agreed as she wrapped her hand around his dick. He growled and she giggled.
“A dirty girl would know what to do with that,” King told her as he climbed on the bed behind Sam. Sam got a little breathless again, knowing what was about to happen. He moved his legs, straddling Jane’s hips.
“Suck it,” Sam told her roughly. “While King plays with my ass.”
“Oh, God,” Jane said, her eyes going wide as she smiled. “That is so hot.”
King laughed behind him. “I can’t believe you ever wondered why we wanted you,” he told her. “Not when you react like that to the kinky shit we like.”
“We are so kinky,” she said, sliding down the bed, her hair a dark smear against his white sheets as it trailed behind her. She settled between Sam’s legs and pulled the tip of his cock into her mouth with a little hum of satisfaction. As soon as she did, Sam felt King’s slick finger rubbing against his ass.
“You two sure are kinky,” he said, his voice a little rough around the edges from the dual assault.
“Us?” King said, chuckling. He leaned over and bit Sam’s shoulder as he slipped the tip of his finger in, which made Sam pump his hips and fuck Jane’s mouth. “You’re the one with your dick in Jane’s mouth and my finger up your ass.”
“Guilty,” Sam said. “Give me two. You know I like it rough.”
Jane moaned under him and sucked him deep. He shuddered and his arms nearly gave way. She pulled off and licked his dick all over. “Sam,” she said breathlessly. “You are amazing. So sexy. God. I want to fuck you so bad right now.”
“Uh-oh,” King said, laughter in his voice. “She’s going to start talking and shouting and saying dirty shit now. I love it when she gets like that.”
Jane moaned and Sam twisted to look between his legs. “She’s masturbating,” he told King. She sucked on his head again and he groaned. Her mouth was so fucking hot and wet and perfect.
“She did say she was going to do that whenever we touched each other,” King said.
“Jane, stop,” Sam told her sharply. “You don’t come until I’m fucking you.”
She did a half groan and half moan, and pulled him out of her mouth. The cold air on his dick pulled him back from the brink. “But Sam,” she said, her voice pleading. “Please. You know I need it. I need to come. I can’t wait. You’re both so hot, loving each other. Please.” She ran the tip of her tongue around the head of his cock and then slipped it into his slit and Sam sucked in a deep breath. Between her mouth and King’s fingers playing around in his ass he wasn’t going to last. He reached down and gently tugged on her hair to make her stop. When she didn’t he tugged harder and she moaned.
“That’s going to make me come,” she panted. “I like it. Pull harder.”
He let go of her hair and reached under her shoulder and pulled her up that way, away from his cock. “I don’t want to come until I’m fucking you and King,” he told her regretfully. “But slide up here and I’ll eat your pussy, dirty girl.”
“Fuck yeah,” King said, rewarding Sam with a hard thrust of his two fingers. Sam’s whole body jerked and his dick began to leak. “I like watching you eat her out. That’s sexy, man. She gets so wet.”
Jane scrambled into position and spread her legs, cupping the back of Sam’s head and pulling his face d
own to her cunt. He was grinning at how eager she was by the time he frenched her pussy.
“Oh, God, yes,” she shouted. “So fucking good. Eat me, Sam. Make me come.”
King laughed and reached around to wrap his big hand around Sam’s cock. “Don’t let her come, Sammy. I want to come together. Okay?”
“King,” Jane wailed. “Don’t tell him that. I’m so close.”
Sam had to stop eating her. She tasted so fucking good. “I won’t last either if I keep that up,” he said. He still wasn’t used to King touching him like that. It was like lightning in a bottle. “Or if you don’t let go of my dick.”
“I think we’re all ready,” King declared. “Who gets cock first?”
“Me,” both Jane and Sam said at the same time. King boomed out a laugh. “I think Sam, then Jane. It will just work better that way,” he said over Jane’s protests. “Besides, don’t you want to watch?” Jane stopped talking in the middle of a word.
“Yes,” she said. She pushed Sam away and awkwardly rose onto her knees, leaning over his back. She patted his ass. “Open up.”
Sam laughed. “You’ve really got to work on that shyness problem in bed,” he told her. He heard the condom wrapper tear open and felt that shiver of awareness that he got with King. He spread his legs a little more, making room for King, going down on his elbows, shoving his ass up a little more.
“He really wants it,” Jane said. She licked his back and nipped him and his hips jerked.
“I really want it,” he agreed. “I like getting fucked in the ass. Sue me.”
“Sam, you are so amazingly hot,” she told him. “I love that you’re like this. Like, take me or leave me, this is what I want. It’s so sexy.” She rested her cheek on his back and smoothed her hand over his side. “Thanks for letting me be here.”
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