The Game Changer : Indianapolis Eagles Series Book 8

by Samantha Lind

  “What’s up?” Jill asks as she comes up next to me. She slides a hand along my shoulders, rubbing the knots at the base of my neck.

  “I found a good flight option, but wanted to run it by you before I book it.”

  “Oh, good!” she says excitedly. “What is it?”

  “Fly out Thursday evening at six thirty. The flight is only about an hour, so pretty quick. We’ll get in at seven thirty. Then come home Monday afternoon, leave at two, home at three.”

  “That sounds perfect. I can totally swing two and a half days off from work.”

  “I figured that would give us a good amount of time to visit with everyone, time for me to show you around, lots of hotel sex,” I say, nuzzling my face against the side of her boob that is in the perfect spot for that with the way she’s standing next to me.

  “Of course you’d toss that in,” she says, laughing as I tickle her side.

  “Hotel sex is right up there with make-up sex.”

  “Is that so?” she asks, quirking a brow at me. “According to who?”

  “Everyone,” I state, like it’s a known fact.

  “Okay, I’ll take your word for it. I’ll also expect you to rock my world, big guy,” she says as I pull her down into my lap. My lips crash against hers as I push my erection into her ass.

  “I can show you just how big I am right now,” I whisper into her ear.

  “No, you can’t, you’ve got a trip to book us and I need to go back to folding clothes,” she tells me as she pushes off of me. I reach out and smack her ass as she walks away from me. I do as she says, pulling out my wallet for my credit card. Within ten minutes, I’ve got our tickets booked, along with a car and our hotel for the long weekend.

  “Everything is booked,” I call out as I push back from the table. I head for her room, standing at the doorway as I watch her folding a basket full of scrubs. Walter jumps down from the bed to come and walk his way between my legs, making sure to rub his body against my legs as he does so. I bend down, petting him, which causes him to start purring.

  “He’s such a brat,” Jill says, pointing at Walter.

  “Don’t be hating on him just because he loves me more,” I tease her.

  “I’m the one who rescued him, buys him all his special treats, scoops his poop. You’d think all of that would be worth something,” she huffs out, but I can hear the playfulness in her voice. She isn’t mad at all, just perplexed with how he’s taken to me.

  “Did you really buy us first class seats?” Jill asks after I hand her a boarding pass.

  “Yep.”

  “But it’s only a one-hour flight,” she points out.

  “I know, but, honey, if you haven’t noticed, I’m not a short man. Sitting in coach isn’t comfortable for me. Don’t worry, the cost of these two tickets didn’t set me back much. I’ve dropped more money on skates than I paid for them.”

  “Okay, but just know I don’t expect you to pay for extravagant things for me.”

  “Let me worry about what’s extravagant and what isn’t. Plus, I’m pretty sure it’s in the boyfriend handbook somewhere that says, ‘boyfriend must spoil girlfriend as often as possible to keep her happy and the blowjobs aplenty’.”

  She smacks me in the chest with the back of her hand. “Johnathan,” she hisses my name. “You can’t say shit like that in public. There could be little kids around,” she says, looking around for them. A few are about twenty feet away from us, but with the noise of the airport, it isn’t like they heard me.

  “Why not?” I play dumb. “Are you saying that I’m wrong?” I raise an eyebrow in question as I look at her.

  “That’s beside the point,” she tells me as we near the security checkpoint.

  “We get to go into that line,” I say, tugging on her hand to point her in the direction of the first-class line. “Perks of having a first-class ticket, we don’t have to wait in that long line.”

  “Well, that almost makes it worth the added cost,” she says as we wind our way through the line to the security checkpoint. We hand over our passes and IDs, getting waived through right away. I’m so used to flying in the team’s jet, and security for those is so much different than when you fly commercial. Thankfully, we make it completely through the checkpoint quickly, gathering our things on the other side.

  “Would you like to grab a quick bite to eat and drink before it’s time to board?” I ask as we make our way down the concourse.

  “Yes, I’m starving. With leaving early today, I didn’t have much time to eat a full lunch.”

  We stop at a bar, finding a small two-person table along the wall of windows that looks out on some gates. The server stops a minute or so after we sit down, taking our drink and appetizer order as we look over the menus that were stashed on the table.

  “So, what’s the plan for tomorrow?” Jill asks, once the server steps away.

  “I figured after breakfast we could head over to my mom’s place. As long as the weather holds out, I thought we could take her with us as we explore. I wanted to take you to some of the traditional tourist attractions, although I plan to wait to take you to the Arch until right before it closes. Watching the sunset from the observation area is probably the best thing about it.”

  “I can’t wait! I’m so excited to meet your mama.”

  “She’s excited to meet you,” I tell her, reaching out to lace our fingers together as we sit across from one another. The table is small enough that our knees touch underneath it.

  “When are we getting together with Cindi and fam?” she asks as our server drops off our drinks. I watch as her lips wrap around the straw in her daiquiri, my cock stirring in my shorts as if she was wrapping them around it instead, just like she did this morning before we got out of bed for her to rush off to work.

  “Hello, earth to John,” she says, snapping her fingers in front of my face when I don’t answer her.

  I shake my head, trying to shake the visual from this morning to vacate my mind. “Sorry, what did you ask?”

  She just looks at me like I’ve lost my mind, and I think she might be right. “I asked when we were getting together with Cindi and fam,” she repeats her question.

  “Tomorrow afternoon. I think we’re going to have dinner together. I offered to take everyone out to dinner somewhere nice, yet a place that will have something that Mason will like.”

  “Sounds good. Does that mean that we’ll do the Arch at sunset another night?” she asks.

  “Yeah, I was thinking maybe Sunday night, but we’ll see how things are going and I’ll check the weather once we’re there.”

  “I can’t wait!” she exclaims just as our appetizers are set down on the table. We didn’t really have enough time to order more than one course tonight before our flight is scheduled to take off, but this will be sufficient until we make it to our hotel and can grab something else in the hotel bar or from room service.

  “Johnathan!” Jill says my name on a gasp as we walk through the door to the suite I booked us for the weekend. “This is too much!” she says, walking right to the wall of windows that overlook the city. You can see the Arch in the distance, all lit up in the dark sky.

  “As I told you earlier, it’s my job to spoil you,” I tell her. I drop our bags on one of the high back chairs in the living room area, joining Jill at the windows. I wrap my arms around her from behind, resting my hand on her abdomen as I bury my face in her neck. “I could so fuck you against these windows right now.”

  “Is that so?” she says as she tilts her head, giving me better access to her neck. I move her hair out of my way before I suck lightly. I know she’d hate it if I left a hickey on her the night before she meets my mom. I slide her top up enough that my hand can slip under it. I skim it up her skin, feeling as it breaks out in goosebumps. I reach her breasts, cupping one in my hand, the fabric of her bra the only thing between her pert nipple and my palm. I give it a good squeeze as I kiss down her neck.

  Jill bring
s her hands up and behind her as she runs her fingers into my hair, tugging slightly as she holds on for the ride I’m about to take her body on.

  “Open your eyes, beautiful,” I instruct. I’m looking at our reflection in the windows in front of us. Her eyes pop open, and I wish I could see them in this moment. They are always so expressive when she’s turned on. It’s like they’re windows to her soul and only I get to see in.

  “John,” my name falls from her lips.

  “Yes, baby?” I ask as I caress her breast.

  “I need you.” She moans as she presses her ass against my crotch.

  “I know.” I smirk. “I need you just as much,” I say as I slip my hand from beneath her shirt, grabbing the hem as I pull it up and over her head. I unclasp her bra just as quickly, spinning her around to face me. I drop my head, sucking on one nipple as I roll the other between my fingertips. I alternate between the two, not wanting to ever stop. “One day, I’m going to fuck your perfect tits,” I tell her as I hold them together, creating the perfect space for my cock to slide.

  “Yes,” she agrees as I stand to my full height. I sweep her up into my arms, carrying her into the bedroom and placing her on the edge of the bed. I hover over her, boxing her in on the bed.

  “Are you ready to have your world rocked for the first time on this mini-vacation?” I smirk just before my lips slide over hers. I break the kiss when I feel Jill tugging at my shirt. I push off the bed, taking off all of my clothes. Jill follows suit, taking off her flats, jeans and panties.

  I take my fill of her beautiful naked body on display for me. “How’d I get so lucky to find you?” I ask her as I stroke my cock. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I tell her as she moves back on the bed, stopping once her back meets the multiple pillows stacked behind her. She crooks her finger at me, beckoning me closer.

  I’m not one to tell my woman no when she’s naked and waiting for me. I crawl up the bed, dropping kisses on her legs as I pass by them. Jill opens her legs wider, allowing my body room between them. I kiss her inner thighs then slide my tongue up her slit. I know she’s expecting me to suck her clit, but I don’t. I tease her until she’s withering under me as I kiss along her abdomen, leaving sucking, biting kisses along her sensitive skin from her hips to the underside of her breasts. I suck each nipple into my mouth as I circle her clit with my fingers. “John, quick fucking teasing me and fuck me already,” she grits out.

  “Are you sure that’s what you want?” I ask against her skin.

  “Yes!” she cries. I push up, resting the bulk of my weight on my left forearm. I grip my cock, stroking it as I slide it through her wet folds. I run my tip ever so lightly over her clit and I swear she levitates off the bed. I line myself up with her entrance, thrusting hard and fast until I’m fully seated inside her pussy. I’ve worked her up so much, I immediately feel her walls start to flutter, the telltale sign that her orgasm isn’t far off. I snap my hips, pistoning them in and out. I hike one of her legs higher on my hip, which gives me a slightly deeper angle to thrust in at. I take full advantage of the added depth, finding a rhythm that has both of us crying out with our pleasure not even two minutes later.

  I collapse on the bed, sliding a hand underneath her so I can pull her with me as I roll onto my back. It takes us both a good five minutes to catch our breath and recover enough to talk.

  “Now, that’s how you start a vacation,” I say, breaking the silence in the room.

  “You are incorrigible.” She laughs, attempting to smack my chest with her hand, but she’s so languid and sated after her orgasm that she can’t connect with my skin.

  “You won’t be saying that when you’re begging for round two,” I reply cockily.

  “Maybe, maybe not,” she says, shrugging her shoulders up.

  “God, I’m hungry now,” I say just as my stomach growls.

  “I could go for a greasy cheeseburger. Maybe one with bacon and avocado,” she adds.

  “I’m sure we could order one from room service,” I suggest.

  “Yeah?” she asks as a question.

  I, unfortunately, have to slip out of bed to grab the room service menu from the desk, but I do, since I’m so hungry. The appetizers we had a few hours ago now weren’t enough to satisfy me for the night. Especially if I’m going to be burning calories again before bed.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Jill

  I check my reflection one last time in the hotel bathroom mirror. I don’t know why I’m so nervous about meeting John’s mom, Nancy, but I am. I run a hand down the dress I finally decided on for today. It’s flattering, not too sexy, but makes me feel that way, which makes me feel confident. I adjust my hair one last time, looking over the small amount of makeup I applied earlier before I got dressed.

  “You look beautiful,” John says from the doorway. “She’s going to love you, so stop your worrying.”

  “I’m ready,” I tell him, ignoring his comments.

  “Then right this way, milady,” he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me from the bathroom. I grab my purse and a jean jacket I packed to wear with this dress in case it’s on the cool side. I slip it on as we ride the elevator down to the ground floor.

  “You sure I’m dressed appropriately for today?” I ask.

  “Of course, you are,” he assures as we reach the lobby level. We get off, heading for the valet stand. John had already called down to let them know we’d be leaving soon, so the rental car is pulled up and already waiting for us. The valet hands him the keys as another one comes around and opens the passenger door so I can slide in. He waits until after I‘m settled to shut it for me, as well.

  “So fancy,” I tell him. I haven’t used valet services all that often, so this is all over the top to me.

  John just smirks as he puts the car into drive and pulls away from the stand.

  “Are you ready?” he asks me as we pull into a parking spot that is labeled as “visitor parking” for the large complex we’re at.

  “I was born ready,” I tell him as I slip off my seat belt. He comes around the car, opening my door for me, then offers me his hand as I stand from the car. I’m so used to his truck, so having a car that is so much lower than his truck is just something I have to adjust to for the next couple of days.

  We head inside the lobby and straight to the elevator bank. John hits the up button. “She’s going to love you,” he says as his lips rest next to my ear. He must sense my nerves again as we ride the elevator up to her floor.

  “John!” I hear his name called out as soon as we exit the elevator. “You’re finally here!” his mom exclaims as we make our way to her door. I watch as he wraps his mom in his arms. His large body engulfs her small petite frame.

  “Hi, Mom,” he greets her.

  “I’ve missed you so much, please don’t make me wait as long before I see you again,” she scolds him as she pulls back from his embrace. I notice his flinch from her words. He’s confided in me how hard it is to come back here sometimes.

  “I’ll see what I can do, Mom,” he says before he turns back to me. He grabs my hand and tugs me into his side. “Mom, I want you to officially meet Jill.”

  “It’s so nice to finally meet you in person,” I tell her as she pulls me in for a hug.

  “Oh, honey, the pleasure is all mine,” she says, squeezing me tight. “You two come on in, no need to stay out in the hallway for my nosy neighbors to start poking their heads out to see who’s here.”

  We follow Nancy inside her condo, it’s small, tidy; perfect for just one person.

  “How was your flight?” she asks, as she shows us into the living room.

  “Quick and painless,” John tells her.

  “How was your appointment?” John asks his mom.

  “Fine, just a routine yearly checkup with my arthritis doctor. They’re keeping my meds at the same dosage since it appears to be working. I don’t get as much pain as I was getting just six months ago.”

  “I’m
glad they appear to finally have found the right medicine to use for you.”

  “Me too. I was getting pretty miserable, and it took a few doctors before I found one that would listen to me and actually try some different things to combat the pain I was in,” Nancy tells us. “Oh, Jill, before I forget, I have something to show you,” she says excitedly as she hops up from the chair she was sitting on. She comes back with a book. One that I quickly realize is actually a photo album.

  “Mom,” John moans from the cushion next to me. I smirk as I crack the book open to the front page. It starts with pictures of Cindi as a baby, then ones of John as an infant, then a toddler and finally a little boy. I laugh and cry as I make my way through his album.

  “This is incredible,” I say as I flip through more pages.

  “I’m going to ask your mom for pictures of you when you were a kid when we get back. I need to see awkward pre-teen Jill pictures as payback,” John says as he looks over my shoulder at the pictures with me.

  “Aww, look at you with your medals,” I say, as I take in one picture of him with a bunch of hockey medals.

  “I don’t like to brag, but I was pretty good at hockey from a young age.”

  “I’m sorry that it’s been taken away from you,” I tell him, squeezing his hand underneath the album. He just nods.

  “So, Jill, tell me more about yourself. John has been pretty tight lipped about you these last few months, but my daughter couldn’t stop gushing about you when she returned from her trip a couple weeks ago.”