Touchdown

by Garnet Hart

  Troy smiled. So his father was proud of him now. Finally.

  He shook the old man’s hand before responding to his father. “Thanks for coming, Dad. I really needed your support.”

  “You got it, son. As long as you’re not playing against the Jets, I’ll be rooting for you.”

  Troy chuckled and his father laughed.

  “Just kidding. Go talk to your wife. She’s waiting for you.”

  “Where is she?”

  “Somewhere around. Just look.”

  He nodded before turning away. He had no idea how Zoey managed to bring that kind of change to his father, but she certainly had done a miracle that he had never accomplished for years.

  He walked around the place, searching for a brunette, but he could hardly identify the color underneath the faint lights.

  He spotted someone wearing a white dress in the middle of the hall. She was surrounded by some other ladies like she was some sort of a famous celebrity.

  She was on her side from his point of view, but he couldn’t be wrong. That was his wife.

  Slowly, he approached her. When the people around her noticed him coming, they all moved aside. Zoey turned in his direction.

  The world stood still as their eyes met. Everyone and everything else around them disappeared. Only the two of them were left.

  She looked like an angel. So beautiful. No longer the fierce tigress he used to regard her as.

  He stood a foot away from her. No one of them said a word, but their eyes were speaking to each other.

  He held out his hand to her. She understood the gesture and put her hand on his. He pulled her out of the crowd, going to the garden where they could be alone.

  He chose a shaded spot underneath a tree.

  “What happened to your jersey?” he asked.

  She glanced at her dress. “I had to change. I was covered in sweat.”

  He smiled. “You look good. I mean… you’re beautiful.”

  She raised her eyebrow, probably surprised of his compliment. He knew he’d rarely told her that before.

  “Thank you.” She bit down her lower lip. “You were amazing. I’ve never seen you play better than how you just did.”

  He nodded. “You inspired me.”

  She smiled. Just like him, she too was trying to hold back her emotions. But his heart was now screaming.

  “You did not come down on the field. I was calling for you.”

  She shook her head. “I didn’t want people to think we’re pulling off a show once again. Whatever’s between us, I’d rather keep it private, regardless of what people say and think.”

  “So what is between us that you wish to keep private?”

  She laughed softly, her face flushed. “…Love?”

  He squinted. “Love?”

  She nodded, although she seemed unsure.

  “Are you sure about that?”

  She did not speak, but it was becoming more apparent she really was not. Her face had just turned beet red.

  “I don’t know about you, Zoey… but I do love you.” There, he’d finally said the words that he should have told her a long time ago.

  Her eyes widened, shocked at his answer. “You don’t really mean that, do you?”

  “I thought you’re sure about it?”

  “I had some doubts.”

  He smiled. “I love you, Zoey. I really do. All I want right now is for us to raise our baby together, as a family.”

  Holding back her tears, she jumped at him, clinging tight on his neck.

  His arms quickly circled her, hugging her tighter than ever. “Did that surprise you?”

  “Not really. I’ve known it all along,” she said.

  He tugged his head back to see her face. Now, she was crying. He smiled and wiped her tears with his thumb. “You’ve known what?”

  “That you love me.”

  “You know, huh?”

  She nodded. “It shows.”

  He laughed deeply. “Well, I’m probably not so good at hiding my feelings.”

  “You suck at that Troy Myers.”

  “And you’re so good at that, Zoey Graham-Myers. All those times, I thought you never really liked me.”

  “I never liked you. I hated you. But I loved you, and I still do.”

  He laughed again and kissed her mouth. “I’m sorry if I hurt you, Zoey. Uncle was right, I didn’t know what I really want. Now I know. I want you back.”

  She nodded. “You got me back.”

  He smiled and kissed her again. How he missed the taste of her mouth, the feel of her body against his. Why in the world had he even attempted to push her out of his life, while all along, she was the one who had made his life complete. He only realized that fact when he thought he had lost her. Now that she was back, he wouldn’t let her go again.

  “I still want my four million,” she murmured.

  He laughed under his throat. “Get a hold of my entire bank account if you like.”

  “You said cash. I demand interest, as well.”

  “Where’s your hotel, baby?” he asked, his lips sliding down her jaw. “I’ll pay the interest in kind.”

  She moaned, stroking his hair. “It’s a cheap hotel.”

  “I don’t mind. Let’s fill that cheap hotel with lots of pent-up love. I’ve got too much to unload.”

  She laughed and slid her hand to his crotch. “Wow,” she said and stroked his hard on. “Indeed, there’s too much inside this big, hard thing.”

  The more that his flesh swelled, tightening his jeans. “It’s about to burst,” he replied and held her wrist, tugging her along as he headed for the road.

  “What about the party?”

  “Let them have fun. We will have our fun.”

  *****

  “Here we are,” she said as they entered her hotel room.

  Troy didn’t look much. Indeed, it was a small room, but the sight of a bed in the middle was good enough for him.

  He locked the door and tugged his shirt off. When she turned to look at him, she was startled to find him half naked.

  He smiled and cupped her face, cocking his head to reach for her mouth. “I’m calling Jeremy to cancel the divorce proceeding,” he murmured.

  She moaned against his lips. “I already did. But he said you never gave back the papers to him.”

  “I had no intention to.”

  She laughed, pressing and gliding her hands over her chest and abs, tracing the curves of his muscles.

  His hormones spiraled out of control, but there was one final thing that she had to know beforehand. “I need to tell you something,” he said and pulled away from her.

  She looked into his eyes, still dazed. “What is it?”

  He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her down on his lap. “Tomorrow, I’m going to jail.”

  Her smile faded away and her lips trembled. She looked like a child who was on the verge of crying. “That soon?”

  He nodded, twirling a few strands of her hair around his finger. “They just gave me the opportunity to play tonight, but I signed an agreement that I would voluntarily submit myself tomorrow before five PM.”

  “Did you not appeal?”

  “I did. They lowered my sentence to seven months. I decided to accept it.”

  “So you’d be away for seven months?”

  “Not only that, I’m still awaiting sentence in the obstruction case.”

  “You shouldn’t have confessed to that. All they had were circumstantial evidence.”

  “I just didn’t want to cause you any more trouble.”

  “Oh, baby.” She put her arms around his shoulders. “We should have shared the trouble together.”

  “Not while you’re pregnant.”

  “I don’t want to give birth without you.”

  “I’ll be eligible for parole after a few months, so I’ll be there to meet our baby. Will you wait for me?”

  She nodded and kissed him, which he passionately responded. “Yes,
baby. I’ll wait for you.”

  His response was a moan and a deep, searing kiss, his tongue exploring the insides of her delicious mouth. His temperature had risen, almost to the point of burning. He wanted her now.

  He fumbled at the back zipper of her dress and slid it down. He tugged the straps off her shoulders and unfastened her strapless bra. Tugging his head back and down, he stared at the flesh he bared.

  He gasped at the sight of her breasts. They looked a lot bigger now, rounder, and firmer, topped with the most delectable cherry nipples.

  “You want them?” she teased.

  He looked into her eyes and smiled. “Badly.”

  She stood up discarded the rest of her clothes, including her lacy panties. When she straightened before him, he gasped at the sight of a beautiful goddess.

  Breathless, he reached for her breasts, squeezing them with both his hands, relishing its soft texture against his fingers and palms, like smooth cream flowing out of his grip.

  She straddled his lap, kneeling on each side of his legs, yielding her body closer to him.

  He took her offer, taking her nipple as deep as he could inside his mouth and sucked hard. She moaned and arched her body forward, needing more. He granted her wish by seeking her clit between her legs. When he found it, he pressed the flat of his thumb on the swollen bud and massaged it.

  She whimpered like a kitten, holding on tighter to his shoulders. He sucked her breasts harder, squeezed the other, and his long finger sought her entrance.

  She whined in pleasure, rocking her hips against his penetrating finger. She was dripping wet, wild, and hot.

  He grabbed her underneath her arms and easily tossed her down the bed, momentarily stunning her. When she recuperated and found herself lying underneath him, she smiled and stretched like a kitten.

  His cock throbbed. This woman just stirred his arousal out of control.

  Without wasting a second, he tugged his jeans and his boxers down. He knelt beside her and allowed her to watch his nakedness.

  Like she was in trance, she kept her gaze on his dick. She propped herself on one elbow and reached for his cock with her other hand.

  “Oh,” she moaned as she stroked his hard, thick length. “You’re so big, baby.” She looked into his eyes, revealing to him the hunger in her eyes—so intense, so vibrant. “So hard.”

  Those words only heightened his arousal even more. He knelt between her thighs and pushed her back flat on the bed, his body coming over her. “Is that what you want, baby?” he whispered.

  “Yes,” she replied in between shallow breaths and spread her legs wider. “I want it deep inside me right now.”

  He smiled and held his shaft, stroking her entrance and clit with the wide head of his cock, reducing her into a wild cat in heat, desperate to be fucked, and that’s exactly how he wanted her to be.

  “Please!” she finally begged, arching her body to him.

  “Here now, baby,” he said and thrust forward. Suddenly, the pain on his knee hit him, making him pause and cringe.

  “You okay?” she asked, worried that she could have hurt him.

  He shook his head. “It’s nothing, baby,” he said and continued forward. He would not stop now, not while he’s in the midst of this pleasure, not even if this injury killed him.

  “No.” She pressed her hands on his chest. “Let me do it.”

  “I can do this.”

  “I want to ride you. I’ve always wanted to.”

  He stopped and met her gaze. When she smiled, he smiled back and rolled over the bed, taking her over him.

  “Wow.” Her eyes gleamed with pride as she sat over him, her legs straddling his thighs. “Now, you’re mine, Troy Myers.”

  He smiled and held her hips upward and positioned the tip of his cock on her entrance. “Not yet, Zoey Graham, until you take me deep inside you… every inch of it.”

  She bit on her lower lip and lowered herself into him, taking his cock inside her inch after inch. “This big cock is mine,” she whispered and was about to close her eyes.

  “Look at me, Zoey,” he demanded. “I want to see your eyes while I enter you.”

  She obeyed, her breathing becoming shallow. “You’re not entering me. I’m taking you in.”

  “Yes,” he agreed as he felt himself sinking deeper and deeper within her hot moistened channel. “Take me all the way in.”

  She suddenly cringed and stopped. “You’re so big, baby. There’s not enough room.”

  He pulled himself up and kissed her mouth. “Relax your legs, darling. Soften your those muscles.”

  As she heard his words, her tension eased down and she continued to swallow his cock deeper inside her.

  He moaned in pleasure and laid down back on the bed. As the last inch of his cock disappeared inside her, she moaned with him.

  He held her hips close against him, relishing the feel of finally being completely sheathed inside her hot channel after weeks of abstinence. So blissfully satisfying, the pleasure so intense it threatened to awaken the monster inside him.

  “Zoey,” he found himself uttering her name and guided her hips to move back and forth over him. Her inner muscles were hot, tight, wet, and soft. It massaged and stroked his hard cock in the most delicious way possible. “Harder, Zoey. Fuck me.”

  She obeyed, moving faster over him, until she got the perfect rhythm that he no longer had to support her. “Troy, you feel so good.”

  The pleasure was overwhelming. His heartbeat was racing that he had to catch his every breath. He kept his eyes on her chest, hypnotized with the way her breasts bounced up and down as she moved over him.

  She was wild and reckless. From the way her eyes rolled, he could tell she was about to come. So was he. His body was on fire. His seed was demanding for a glorious release.

  “Yes, darling, yes,” he urged as he reached to squeeze her breasts.

  Harder, she rode him, intent on chasing her climax. It didn’t take any longer than a few seconds when she suddenly stiffened, her hands clawed at his shoulders, followed by the sound of her shrill cry of blissful pleasure.

  Her inner muscles contracted around his cock, milking him, drawing his own orgasm out. She succeeded. In the midst of her pleasure, his seed surged violently inside her.

  She collapsed over him as his orgasm began to subside. Gasping, they lay in peace as he relished her light weight over him.

  “Wow,” she said a moment later.

  He stroked her tousled hair. “Wow, huh?”

  She lifted her head to see his face. She was sweating to the tip of her nose, her make-up was ruined, but she had never looked more beautiful as she was right at this moment.

  “Is it not?” she asked.

  “Sure is, but you know me.” He smiled and she flushed. He knew she understood what he meant. Something like that would never be enough to satisfy his hunger, not especially after weeks of dry spell.

  “Then, let’s start the second half,” she said.

  “It’s only the second quarter, baby.”

  She laughed and reached for his still hard cock.

  “No.”

  She stopped. “Why?”

  “Let me do it this time,” he replied and moved to stand on the floor with her. He turned her around and bent her down the bed.

  “You don’t want me to ride you again?”

  He kissed her mouth and spread her legs. “You can ride me all you want later, darling. I need to unleash this demon inside me before they put me to jail tomorrow.”

  “Bring it on, demon. Show me what you’re made of.”

  “You got it.” He was about to shove his cock inside her, but he paused and fumbled on her belly. “I might hurt the baby.”

  “You won’t. He’s snug and comfortable inside my womb.”

  “Sure? Even if I go rough on you?”

  “Sure.”

  That was all what he needed to hear, and he drove his cock forward, penetrating her in one solid plunge.


  She cried and tightened her inner muscles around his cock. He growled like the beast he was. Holding her hips tight, he began to thrust in and out, hard and rough, relentlessly. And she loved it. She was meeting his every brutal thrust like the wild cat she was.

  “Harder, Troy! That feels so good.”

  He thrust harder into her, just as she asked, and she cried louder.

  This pleasure. He couldn’t begin to think that he’d have to abstain from this for seven months while he’d be in jail. The more that he wanted to fuck her like crazy. But the baby. He must not hurt it.

  “Slow down, baby,” she said. “You’ll hurt your knee.”

  “This is slow enough to me,” he replied. “If this injury ends my career, I don’t give a damn. I have you. We have a baby. That gives me a lot to live for.”

  She turned her head to him and smiled. “I love you, Troy.”

  He bent down and kissed her lips. “I love you,” he whispered and continued to make love with her.

  Seven months in jail. It felt like forever. The more that he did not want to stop, because it would be a long, long time because he’d feel this pleasure again.

  Epilogue

  15 months later…

  “From Beth.”

  Surprised, Zoey reluctantly accepted a gift in a brightly-colored wrapper that Franki handed her. “Where is she?” she asked.

  Today was Bessie’s tenth birthday, which was now being celebrated at the backyard lawn of Troy’s house, now her house as well. She had sent Beth an invitation, but she didn’t hear back from her old friend.

  “She didn’t want to come here,” Franki replied. “She handed that to me at the gate.”

  Zoey sighed and scattered her gaze around the backyard lawn, searching for Bessie. She found the little celebrant running with her friends around the huge princess castle that Troy had built for the occasion.

  “She’s having fun,” Franki, who was also staring in the same direction, said. “You can give it to her later.”

  Zoey nodded and placed the gift on top of the piles of presence. “She could have been happier if her mother was here.”