by Mj Fields
When I’m making dinner, they spend an hour in the sunroom. I make a mental note to get heat installed in there so she can soak up all the rays, all the time.
Vitamin D, baby.
When they come out, I look over my shoulder. “Have you picked out Leddie’s room yet?”
“No.” Ray laughs.
“Why don’t you do that? After dinner, I’ll put her things in it.”
“Where’s our room?” she asks.
“Up the stairs, last door to the left.”
My phone rings, and I look around for it.
Ray grabs it off the counter.
“Who is it?”
She looks at the screen. “Johnny?”
Shit, I ignored his calls for three days.
I look for a towel. “Can you hit accept and put it on speaker?”
“What the fuck is going on, Cohen?” comes his voice. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of your ass for two days. Fucking Twitter is—”
“Johnny,” I try to interrupt, but he doesn’t shut up.
“You’re all the fuck over the place, which is really good for sponsorships, but not when you’re out playing goddamn superhero to a kid and not answering your agent’s call!”
“Things have been—”
“Who’s the hot piece of ass in the picture with the kid?”
“You listen to me, mother—”
“For fuck’s sake. Well-played, man. I hope you’re tapping that for real. If not, feel free to share her info. I’d like to—”
“Shut the fuck up!”
Ray covers her mouth to hide a laugh.
I point to her. “This isn’t funny.”
“Never said it was. It’s fucking genius,” Johnny says.
“Johnny, you got a pen?”
“Yeah, man. Why? What’s up?”
“Take a fucking note.”
“Let’s have it.”
“You’re fucking fired.”
“What?” He laughs.
“Ray, hang up the—”
“I’m heading up your driveway with a fat contract and a bottle of champagne, man. It’s pay day, Cohen.”
And … he hangs up.
“I’m gonna kill him.” I storm toward the door, but she steps in front of me, wrapping her arms around me and hugging me.
She starts shaking, and I don’t know if she’s crying or laughing.
“Show me that face, Ray,” I demand.
She holds me tighter and shakes more.
“If you’re crying, I’m sorry. I’m gonna kill him. But if you’re laughing, I’m gonna spank that ass.”
“Who’s ready to celebrate!” Johnny yells, slamming the door.
“Remind me to change the fucking code,” I sneer.
She holds on tighter as Johnny’s laughter nears.
“We should have a house full of ass and—” He stops and looks at her all wrapped around me, and then up at me. He scratches his head and starts to open his mouth.
I point a finger at him. “Shut the fuck up.”
He raises his hands, one with a bottle of Dom and the other with an envelope, in the air.
“Do I fucking look like a showboat to you?”
“Tricky question, Cohen. Not sure how you want me to answer.”
Ray laughs, and I look down.
“That’s one,” I warn.
She looks up and smiles. “I love you.”
“I know you do.” I kiss her nose then look at Johnny.
“I’m not a showboat. I don’t do bullshit to try to get attention. On the field, I play a game. And, yeah, I may seem a little over the top at times, but that’s because I am that good. The kid, her name is Leddie Lou. She’s mine. The hot piece of ass,” I snarl, “is her mother and my fucking girl, so you disrespect her ever again, I will fucking fire you.”
Ray smiles. “That was nice of you to give him another chance.”
“I’m in a good fucking mood today,” I tell her, and she starts to laugh.
“In his defense—”
“Don’t you dare, Ray,” I scold her.
“In his defense, I’m sure you didn’t tell him about your college girlfriend, and you didn’t even know about Leddie until a couple of weeks ago, so …” She shrugs.
“So what?” I narrow my eyes at her, which she grins at.
“So, be nice, Trucker Cohen, because this is going to be your best season yet.”
“Oh, I like her.” Johnny smiles, and I glare at him. “I mean, I respect her.”
“That’s fucking right you do.”
“And I am in love with your man.” Shakeeka laughs. “I’m sorry, Brooklyn, but damn, he is—”
“Mine.” She looks up and pouts out her lips.
Epilogue
Ten months later…
She’s on all fours, her round ass in the air.
I bend down and give it a bite
“Mmm …” She shakes it at me.
“Someday, Ray”—I rub my cock up and down her slick folds—“I’m gonna take this ass.”
“Someday, Trucker Cohan, when I see a Super Bowl ring on your finger, I’m going to give you this ass.”
I grip her black hair and pull her head back while slamming into her.
“Fuck!” she cries out, and I feel her hot, wet pussy clench around my cock.
“You better not come yet, Ray.” I pull out fully.
She looks over her shoulder, licks her lips, and pushes her ass back against me. “Give it to me.”
“Give it to me, what?”
“Please?” She smirks and wags her dark eyebrows. “Your highness.”
I slam into her again and hiss when her pussy quivers and she groans.
“Not yet, Ray.” I pull almost all the way out, and then she slams that ass against me and proceeds to fuck the ever-loving shit out of me.
“Fuck, Ray. Oh, fuck.” I let go of her hair, grip her hip with one hand, lean forward, and wrap my other hand around her sexy neck. I pull her back against my chest and give it right back to her.
“Yes, yes, yes …”
“Don’t you come yet,” I hiss as I keep fucking her pussy like it’s mine, because it fucking is.
“I have to …” she pants. “I’m going to …” she cries. “Yes, yes, yes!”
I still. “Say please, baby.”
“Please,” she damn near begs.
I push her forward, and she grips the bench. I fuck her hard, fast, and deeply, just like she likes it.
Her pussy quivers, and I feel liquid heat surrounding my cock as she comes all the fuck over me.
“Mouth or pussy, Ray?” I ask from between my teeth.
“Trucker!” she cries as she seems to be experiencing an aftershock.
“Mouth or pussy?” I growl, gripping her sexy-ass hips harder.
“Mouth!” she cries out.
“You better hurry up.” I pull out, and she turns around, straddling the bench. She opens her mouth, and I come inside it.
I look down at her tits—Ds—and her swollen belly—baby number two—and my come on her lips. Then I reach down and wipe it up before offering her my thumb. She takes it.
“You good?” I ask.
She sighs contently. “Fucking football pants and the second trimester.”
“You think it’d be alright if I get back on the field?” I ask.
She nods.
“Ray, that means you gotta get dressed.”
“I know.” She pouts as I throw a shirt on over her head then pushes her arms in lazily.
“Ray, it’s half-time.”
She smiles as she pushes her feet into the leggings I’m holding for her. “It sure is.”
“It’s also the fucking Super Bowl, Ray. A little more effort would be cool.”
I kiss her lips then step back. “You’re getting a ring tonight.”
“I better.” She walks past me, and I smack her ass.
“I’m getting that.”
She laughs as she walks out of the
locker room. “Sorry, Coach, false alarm.”
Standing in the end zone with the ball in my hand, I look up and thank the man above. Then I look at her, my girl, and see her jumping up and down, tears running down her face, hands in the air, giving me nothing but sunshine.
I hold up four fingers and point them to her. She throws me kisses and smiles even brighter … and then my ass gets tackled to the ground.
The stadium erupts in confetti, reds and blues and whites, yet I still see her smiling
Standing next to my coach, who’s accepting the Super Bowl trophy, I’m beaming with pride for my team and for my family and remembering every moment it took to get to this very place.
When I’m announced MVP and am standing at the microphone, I feel my eyes mist over.
“Ray? I got your ring!”
I see her clapping from the sidelines.
I shake my head. “I need you here.”
I see my dad smiling, my mom smiling, and Ray’s entire fucking family smiling. I see Logan holding my Leddie, and London pushing Ray toward me.
“You guys wanna make room for my girl?”
She stands at the bottom of the stage, smiling at me.
“Ray, when all my dreams come true, it’s you I want next to me. Get up here.” I laugh and she walks up to me.
“I got your ring, baby.”
“I know. It’s beautiful.” She takes my hand and kisses my finger.
I look behind me and see Johnny. I hold out my hand, and he hands me the velvet box.
I look back at her, and she cocks her head to the side. And yeah, I don’t care if millions of people are watching, I scratch behind her ear. She closes her eyes, throws her head back, and laughs.
When she opens them, she looks down at me on one knee and covers her mouth.
“My moment of triumph wasn’t a Super Bowl ring; it was a moment of clarity. That moment was when I met you. Every event contradicting it was a denial of the truth. The truth is, I always was and always will be in love with you.”
I open the box and hold up the ring. “Marry me, Ray, and give me every moment of the rest of my life.”
She nods and grins. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
I stand up and push the ring onto her finger. Then I wrap my arms around her, lift her up, and kiss her the way she deserves to be kissed.
~The End~
What’s next in the Firsts series?
Mitch and Jamie’s story (2019)
Fletcher and Lisa’s story (2019)
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Information for Dyslexia awareness & adult literacy
Reading opens doors to, evoke thought, allow us an escape, give us a deeper understanding of the world around us, and learn so much more about anything we wish.
There are many people, like our hero and heroine in this story, who struggle with reading.
Below are some great resources to help assist those who struggle with the written word.
I’m blessed to have a great friend, who also has a masters degree in literacy, and a huge love for helping those around her.
Much love,
MJ
Information for Dyslexia awareness & adult literacy:
https://dyslexiaida.org/
The website for the International Dyslexia association. This website showcases resources to utilize, many articles pertaining to dyslexia, as well as general information on dyslexia.
https://www.davismethod.org/about-davis/
This website is based around Dr. Ronald D. Davis’ “method†of brain re-training (mentioned in the book, as it helped Trucker learn how to read), and his thoughts behind how the dyslexic mind works. Practictioners of the “Davis Methodâ€, more information, and his book (The Gift Of Dyslexia), are all available on this website.
https://www.ortonacademy.org/resources/what-is-the-orton-gillingham-approach/
This website is dedicated to an approach to teaching phonics/phonetics in ALL struggling readers, but has been found to be systematic, sequential, and very beneficial to students who struggle with reversals and decoding abilities. Orton-Gillingham is an approach that is utilized in many school districts around the country, but there are also many practitioners who do private tutoring that are O-G certified, and this website will point you in the direction to find one in your area.
https://www.scilearn.com/products/fast-forword
This computer based program, is meant to take readers who struggle, and take them through a language and learning journey to help minimize future difficulties in reading. Again, many schools use this as an intervention tool, as it can move students quickly from struggling to mastery when it comes to their reading, but anyone can sign their child/themselves up for a subscription.
https://ldaamerica.org/adult-literacy-reading-programs/
This website, from the Learning Disibilities Association of America, has lists of resources to locate tutors, and local chapters to lead adult learners to literacy.
Also By MJ Fields
The Steel Series (world)
The Men of Steel Series
Forever Steel
Jase
Cyrus
Zandor
Xavier
Raising Steel
The Ties of Steel Series
Abe
Dominic
Eroe
Sabato
The Rockers of Steel Series
Memphis Black
Finn Beckett
River James
Billy Jeffers
The Match duet
Match This!
ImPerfectly Matched!
The Steel Country Series
Hammered
Destroyed
Wasted
Tied In Steel
Terzetto
Valentina
Paige
Gia (Coming Soon)
LRAH Legacy Series (world)
These families’ stories are intertwined starting with The Love series, they move to the Wrapped Series, the Burning Souls series, Love You Anyways, 27 Truths, 27 Lies, Her First Kiss, His First Crush, and Their First Fall.
Many more series will spin off from these supporting characters already mentioned and each will be a standalone series but for those of us who love a story to continue I recommend reading in this order.
The Love Series
(Lucas Links story)
(Must Be Read In This Order)
Blue Love
New Love
Sad Love
True Love
The Wrapped Series
(Brody Hines story)
Wrapped In Silk
Wrapped In Armor
Wrapped In Always and Forever
Burning Souls Series
(Maddox Hines story)
Stained
Forged
Merged
LRAH Legacy Additions
Love You Anyway
Love Notes
The Truth About Love Series
(Ava Links story)
27 Truths
27 Lies
Firsts Series
(London Fields story)
Her First Kiss
His First Crush
Their First Fall
Standalone Series
The Norfolk Series
Irons
Shadows
The Caldwell Brothers Series
(co-written w/ Chelsea Camaron)
Hendrix
Morrison
Jagger
Visibly Broken
Use Me
Standalones
Offensive Rebound
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Acknowledgments
To the readers of this book,
Because of you, my past is my past, my present is beautiful and my future is brighter. Without you this unrealized dream would never be.
You are my blessings. Thank you so much for reading my words, my stories, sending messages, emails, being part of my group, commenting on posts, leaving reviews...basically thank you for anything and everything you do for the love of my words.
To the bloggers involved in this release,
Some of you have been with me forever, some are new, but all of you are gold to me.
To Colin and Breanna
Your love is clearly a blessing from above. Thank you for sharing it with us for the cover.
To Golden
Thank you so much for this amazing cover picture. Your work, amazing as always. Question… did you lose my application? Still waiting on the call for the assistant job.
To Kris
You are one of the most amazing women I know. You are invaluable to me and I hope that these words are felt and not just read… even without out you tweaking. Edits are a favorite part of the writing process for me, because of you. Your input, your advice, your messages, your encouragement, your love for the characters, your dedication and ability to deal with me… priceless.
To Asli
You are a life saver! Every last minute ‘911’ cal is answered with sunshine. You are such an amazing human being and someone I hope to meet someday. Thank you!
