by Cross,Lexi
She stopped and looked up at me with shock in her eyes, as if she couldn’t believe what I had just told her.
“They’re making the announcement tomorrow. It’s over. Once it’s announced that the charges have been dropped, I’m back on the field. I’ll be playing as early as this weekend,” I continued.
“That’s great,” she said.
“That means I can also start helping you at Older Brothers as well,” I added.
“Definitely.” She pushed me against the wall and pressed her body against mine again under the water.
She ran her hands down my chest and gripped my shaft, giving me a couple of good, firm strokes.
“First, I want you for myself,” she said.
With one hand planted firmly on my chest, she slid her lips down my wet skin, kissing me as she went. I watched as she slid down into the cascading water, letting it run through her hair as she continued kissing down over my stomach.
Her mouth opened around my wet cock and she took me between her lips. Her fingers wrapped around the base of my shaft and squeezed, hardening me even more, as her lips moved down from my head to join her fingers. I could feel the back of her throat opening up to take me in. I put my hands down in her hair and guided her up and down on my shaft as she sucked me harder and harder.
I tilted my head back and panted in the heat of the shower, the steam rising around us from the hot water. I closed my eyes and kept my hands on the back of her head as she worked me with her lips and her tongue.
“God, yes,” I panted.
I could feel myself growing closer as she worked. Her mouth felt so good. She ran her tongue down the ridge on the underside of my shaft. I pressed my hips against her, holding her face all the way down on me. She moved her fingers and pressed her lips against the skin around the base of my shaft. I was all the way into her throat. If she didn’t stop, I was going to finish in her mouth. I didn’t want to do that. I wanted to be inside her. I wanted her against the wall while I ran the length of myself into her. I let up on her head and she pulled back slowly, sucking me as she did. She was pulling my orgasm up into my shaft, getting me even closer.
I relaxed as she released me from her mouth, letting myself calm down and move a little further away from orgasm as I pulled her face up to mine. I kissed her under the water and turned her against the wall.
She planted her arms against the tile, pushing herself back so that her breasts didn’t touch, leaving room for me to grip them as I positioned myself behind her.
“Fuck me, Lucky,” she panted, pushing her ass against me.
I gripped myself and guided my head between her lips. I pushed myself into her warmth, feeling her juices surround me as I slid into her inch by inch. She moaned and pushed against me harder as I slid all the way into her.
“No,” I said her in her ear.
“No what?” she asked breathlessly, writhing against me.
“No, I’m not going to fuck you.” It was the same thing I remembered saying to her the first time, but I wasn’t worried about finishing it this time.
“What are you doing now, then?” she asked.
“I’m making love to you,” I told her.
She tilted her head back and cried out as she pushed her ass down on me. I gripped her tits, squeezing her nipples between my fingers, and slammed myself deep into her.
“Keep loving me like that,” she said. Her body shook beneath me as I rocked myself back and forth, in and out of her. Her muscles tightened with each stroke. I could feel her getting closer to ecstasy as we kept going. I felt it in the way her body tensed up against me. I could hear it in her trembling breath.
Her ass was so soft against me as I pushed in between her tight wet lips. I could feel her arms giving out as we moved closer to the wall each time I thrust into her. I moved my hands and held onto the wall as she finally stopped pushing back and allowed herself to be pressed against the hard, cool tile.
She grabbed my arms and bit her lower lip. She pressed her ass against me even harder as her body began to shake underneath my weight.
“I’m coming,” she said abruptly. “Oh my god, I’m coming for you, Lucky.”
Her muscles worked frantically around the base of my shaft, gripping and releasing. As I pulled back from her, I could feel her sucking on me with her lower lips. I rammed into her harder, listening to her whimper. Her grip on my arms tightened.
I pulled back, feeling the tug of her tight hole as I did. I shoved into her again, harder this time, as deep as I could go. She cried out as her body shook. I pushed against her, holding myself all the way in. I could feel my erection growing harder, stretching the skin taut along my shaft.
My orgasm welled up inside me, and I pulled back slowly, very slowly, prolonging the growing sensation, before pushing myself into her again. I pressed myself against her back, watching as her shoulders sank beneath mine.
She was mine, all mine. My chest tightened as I held my breath. I felt like my entire being was about to erupt inside her.
And then I did.
My breath came back, and I started panting as I emptied myself inside Kendra. I started rocking my hips back and forth forcefully, making sure she got every last drop of me inside her. She was mine, and I wanted to claim her as mine.
“I love you,” I said. “God, I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she moaned. She changed her grip on my arm so that her fingers were wrapping around them instead of digging into my flesh.
I continued to thrust inside of her as my body came down from my ecstasy.
She pulled her hips from me and turned around, throwing her arms around my neck.
“I never thought you’d say it,” she said as she pulled me to her for a kiss.
I put my hands on her back and pulled her from the wall as we kissed underneath the running water. It hadn’t even cooled off yet.
We showered after we finished. I gently scrubbed her body with her soap that smelled like a garden. I scrubbed every inch of her delicious body. My hands followed all of her curves, her feminine lines. I could feel desire trying to stir between my legs again, but I wasn’t quite ready to go again, not yet.
As I watched the water rinse the suds off her body, she started washing me. Her gentle hands covered my entire body, running over my chest, down my stomach, along my hardening shaft, and across my legs.
We stayed in the shower after we were finished bathing, silently sharing the hot water pouring over our bodies. Eventually, we cut the water and grabbed our towels.
“If that’s making love, I want you to make love to me every night,” Kendra told me as she toweled off next to me.
“That won’t be a problem,” I told her.
“Okay, but no more other women. The next time someone shows up from your past, I’m going to have her arrested for trespassing. You’re mine now, Lucky,” she said with a devilish grin on her face.
“Completely,” I agreed.
I watched her walk past me into the bedroom. She stood at the foot of the bed and dropped the towel she’d wrapped around her waist, exposing herself to me again. She was perfect. Her hairless folds beckoned me. Freshly cleaned, they wanted me to make them dirty again.
I felt myself thickening and hardening for her again. She was getting to the point where I couldn’t resist her. That was exactly where I wanted her to be.
I left my towel on the floor in the bathroom as I pursued her again.
Epilogue
Kendra
My parents had come back up for the championship game. We sat in box seats, courtesy of Mr. Stevens. As far as I knew, it was their first NFL game ever. We sat and watched. We could tell it was a close game because of the score. That was the only thing that made sense to us. The plays went over our heads. The back and forth between the teams on the field only made sense in so much as we could usually tell who had the ball.
We judged the tension in the crowd at times, telling us when there were close plays or when things
were just going well for the guys on the field. We really didn’t have any idea what we were watching.
“When does Lucky come on the field?” my father asked over a hotdog he’d purchased from one of the vendors. I had told him that we had access to our own food in the box seats, but he insisted on getting a hotdog.
“He’s the kicker, so he’s not really on the field a whole lot,” I explained.
“And he gets paid good money for that?” my mother asked.
“Yeah, it’s probably the best paying position on the team for the amount of work he does. I mean, he’s not getting paid as much as the quarterback or anything, but he’s also not on the field nearly as much,” I told them.
“Well, shit, tell them they need to kick the damn ball or something,” my father said, his mouth full of the bite he’d just taken.
“Take it easy. They’ll probably end up using him soon. They always do,” I explained. Lucky probably got more action on the field than most kickers. It seemed they were always pulling him out onto the field. They just hadn’t done it once all game.
I hoped nothing was wrong. I was sure they would have notified me if anything was, though. I had been re-introduced to everyone after he’d been reinstated on the team. It seemed that Lucky was the only one who wasn’t married.
In fact, the team had even discussed dropping his nickname since it was representative of the days when he pretty much ran wild. I still called him Lucky because that was who he was to me. He wasn’t Cade to me unless he was in trouble.
The announcement finally came that he was being called to the field. It was the last play of the game, the end of the fourth quarter. They didn’t have any time to run the ball. From the looks of things on the scoreboard, they had just enough time to kick it.
There was no way anyone could have made that kick. It was over half the field. I had no idea how many yards it was, but they were on the back end of the field with the ball.
The ball was snapped, setting the players on the field into motion. The other team started closing in, and all of a sudden, that ball shot out over their heads. Everyone stopped. The stadium fell silent. I was sure no one was even breathing.
All eyes were on that ball as it flew towards the goal posts on the far end of the field. There was just no way he had kicked it that far. There was no way it was still soaring through the air, but it was.
And the referees threw their hands up to signal that the kick was good.
The stadium erupted in cheers. Lucky’s teammates picked him up and carried him as the score was updated and they won the game. Players and team staff stormed the field. Reporters and security joined them. Cameras and microphones were everywhere. Everyone was either a reporter or a member of the team and staff.
“Come on,” I said to my parents.
“What do you mean?” my father asked.
“Come on, I’m taking you down to meet Lucky in person,” I insisted.
“Both of us?” my mother asked, almost in protest of going down to the field.
“Yes, both of you,” I said. “Come on. You can come with me or not, but I’m going to see my boyfriend.”
I started down to the field, not caring if they were behind me or not. We were stopped by security from stepping onto the field, but one of the staff members saw us, and he recognized me.
“Sir, that’s the kicker’s wife,” he said, embellishing a little to make sure he stepped aside to let us pass.
“These are my parents,” I told him. “They’re with me.”
The security officer nodded with his severe face, and we walked past him.
“This way. I’ll take you straight to Cade,” the kid said as he led us through the crowd.
As we got closer, I could see Lucky standing under the lights of several TV news cameras, talking to a couple of different reporters about what had happened and why they hadn’t used him all game.
“You know, I trust Coach Anglin. If he decides he wants to save me until the last play of the game, I’m good with that decision. If he wants me out there early on, that’s awesome, too. But he knows what’s going on out there on the field throughout the game, so I’m going to keep my faith in his calls and make sure I’m ready when he needs me,” he told one of them.
“How does it feel to kick the winning goal?” another asked.
“Look, the guys won this game. They set me up for that last kick. If it hadn’t been for how hard they worked out there tonight, I wouldn’t have been able to pull anything off,” he told them, laughing.
Someone was starting to ask another question, but the staff member pushed me forward, through the line of reporters surrounding Lucky. I had wanted to hang back while he was talking. I didn’t want to get in the way of his spotlight, because I knew he loved the attention, and he had certainly earned it by playing straight this season.
He looked up. He his eyes met mine, and even though I froze, he didn’t. He grabbed me and pulled me to him, throwing an arm around my shoulder.
“I want to introduce you all the woman who singlehandedly has made me a better player this season. Her name is Kendra Boles. She’s the director of the local office of Older Brothers. She’s been using their program to actually make me the player Coach Anglin thought I was when he took me in at the beginning of the season.” That statement got a good round of laughs.
“How has she helped your game?” one of the reporters asked.
“She’s been helping me keep my nose clean. She’s why I’m not in the papers every other day getting myself into trouble like I used to do.” He winked at me.
“Miss Boles, we have some questions for you, too,” the same reporter said. She was pushing everyone else out of the way and trying to hog all of Lucky’s time.
“Actually, I have a question, first,” Lucky said.
I looked at him, and he had a strange look on his face. It was a smile I hadn’t seen before. There was a twinkle in his eye that had never been there as well.
“What would you like to ask?” the reporter asked him, holding her microphone out to him so she could pick up what he said.
“Actually, yeah, hold the mic right there for a moment. I want you to pick this up.”
I stepped back. What the hell was he about to do?
He reached under his shirt and pulled out a ring as he got down on one knee in front of me. The reporter kept her microphone in front of his face while he knelt down, looking up at me and holding the ring up to me. I couldn’t believe it. He was about to propose to me on national television and right in front of my parents.
I covered my face and held back a scream of joy while he cleared his throat. Once again, silence settled around us as all eyes were on Lucky’s move.
“Kendra Boles, you have been an inspiration to me since the day we met. You have saved my career. You have done the impossible and helped me salvage my reputation. You have taught me the importance of giving back to my community instead of always just taking for myself.”
I blinked back the tears of shock and joy as he continued talking.
“You believed in me when I had shaken everyone else’s faith. You are an amazing woman, and I love you more than I ever imagined possible. Kendra Boles, will you do me the honor of letting me take your hand in marriage?”
At the end of his speech, the reporter turned her microphone to me. The light from the camera shifted as well. I was on the spot. I had to choose my words carefully, because everyone at home was watching. My parents were watching. The other reporters, his teammates, and even some of the guys from the rival team were all watching and listening.
“How lucky are you feeling?” I asked him in return.
He smiled and took my hand as I lowered it from my face. I didn’t give him a straight answer, but he slid the ring on my finger nonetheless. I couldn’t help but stare at the large diamond shining at me with all the light coming from the cameras. It was almost blinding.
“I’m feeling that lucky,” he said, nodding.
; “Then yes,” I said, and everyone around us cheered. He stood up and wrapped his arms around me.
The reporter pulled her microphone away from me and started reporting on Lucky’s proposal.
“It’s always been yes, and you’ve known that,” I told him. “At least I hope you have.”
“I have,” he said in my ear, kissing my cheek.
I pulled back from our embrace and introduced him to my parents formally. He put out a hand to shake my father’s, but my father pulled him in for a hug.
“I want to thank you for bringing our daughter back to us,” my father said.
