by Aja Cole
“I guess I had other things to focus on.” I hug her to my side and we walk back in the direction of the stadium, stopping a few times to talk to people.
“Crap, I think I dropped my keys at the stadium earlier.” She checks her small purse.
“We can swing back by, someone probably has them since we were in one area.” We walk down East Campus Road to the back entrance and I explain to the security guard, who lets us in. We go into the gathering room where we were before we left, and her keys are sitting there on the table.
“Praise.” She grabs them up. “What do you say we toss the ball around a few times before we head back home?”
“Someone’s really enjoying playing hooky today.”
“What can I say, I like my company.” She pulls me by the hand through the tunnel and onto the field. “Just think, what if you’d picked one of the women at the end of the show? We wouldn’t even be together right now maybe.”
“Maybe we would’ve. There was still the contract. Maybe we’d have met, you’d have captivated me and I’d have ended things.”
“How scandalous. I would’ve been wrongfully labeled a home-wrecker or something.” She muses. “The thought bothers me a lot less now than it would’ve then.”
“I like to think we’ve both grown. Like me, thinking before I say things now. I’ll grab a ball.”
“I’ll get it!” She stops me, walking over to the rack. It feels like deja vu of the first time we were here. She toes off her wedges, bare feet on the turf and turns to me with the ball in hand.
I move a healthy distance away, because I’ve learned my lesson many times over.
That woman has me running all around the damn field with her throws, and by the end of it, both of us are damn near exhausted after the day. She drops to sitting, leaning back on her elbows and I walk to her, turning the football in my hand absentmindedly.
“It’s like I tried a first down with you, right here. Now three years later, back where it all started.” I murmur.
“Still together. A few bumps, but mostly unscathed.” She adds.
“Did you think this would happen? That night?” I ask, playing with the hem of her red dress.
“I could barely admit to myself that you were appealing. You were still a little too much of community dick in my mind.”
“I didn’t even sleep around as much as I could’ve,” I scoff.
“Yeah, but you didn’t have a problem letting people think you did.”
“It helped my devil may care image. I know it’s okay to care about more things now, not as insecure I guess.”
“I think that’s true for both of us. I thought being in a relationship would diminish me somehow, but I think we’ve made each other better. Stronger, I hope.” She peers up at me, all wild curly hair and hazel eyes banked by thick lashes. I pinch one of her cheeks and she swats my hand away.
“Sorry, it’s just so chubby and adorable.” I laugh when she punches me in the arm.
“Have you looked at that ball since you’ve had it?” She lays back on the field, and I admire the line of her body.
“I’d rather leave here and look at you.” I drop my face into her neck, and she laughs, pushing me away.
“Jax, look at the ball.”
“I’ve been playing football forever, these balls basically dance in my sleep.” I grumble, but look at the ball. “What am I looking at?”
“Maybe examine it a little more?” Her voice is long-suffering.
“I tell you, I’m just trying to go home and lay my woman over the back of the couch and she wants me to examine a football.” I mumble, turning it over in my hands. There’s silver writing on it.
Will you be my playboy for the rest of my life?
I swing my head to her, where she’s looking up at me, a small smile on her lips.
“You wrote this?”
“No, I had someone else write my proposal.” She deadpans, sitting up.
I stare at the writing dumbly. “Is this real?”
She gets up on her knees and moves behind me, wrapping her arms around my neck and leaning her chin on my shoulder.
“Does it feel real?”
“I don’t know.” I frown. “Leave it to you to propose.”
“Look, you’ve got two seconds to say yes or I’m taking it back.” She stands, hands on her hips.
I’m still in disbelief a little, but I stand, setting the football gently on the ground.
I want to frame it on my wall.
“Yes, you ingrate.” I tease. “I’ll be your playboy for the rest of your life.” I drop to my knee, taking the ring box out of my pocket that I was planning on using later tonight.
She puts a surprised hand to her chest. “Jaxon.”
“I mean, shit, you’ve already asked me, so this is just a formality.” I take her hand and slide the ring on. “I’d be honored to be by your side for the rest of our lives, tiger.”
She starts jumping up and down and I laugh. I can’t believe we both had the same agenda, and of course she beat me to it.
That’s just Sienna for you. Always one step ahead.
“Everyone’s waiting at home for us, because I had a whole thing planned. They’re going to be very confused.” I kiss her hard, tangling my hands in her hair.
“I love you, Jaxon Blake.”
“I love you too, future Mrs. Sienna Blake.”
Epilogue
Sienna
There’s a very thin line between love and hate, and right now, it’s blurring.
I’ve been swamped at work, we’re not communicating like we should be, and we keep snapping at each other. Wedding planning is stressful, and so is trying to get your fiancé to care about what kind of flowers you have at the reception.
It’s a battle I think I’m going to just give up on. At this point, I’m ready to elope to Vegas but I think both of our families would pitch a fit.
We need to reconnect, and fast.
“Now I’ve gotta apply for another one and shit, and it could’ve been avoided if you’d just stop trying to organize what you don’t need to.” He’s pacing and I look up from my computer, belligerent.
“Are you done? How many times can you say the same thing?”
His face goes thunderous. I can’t resist needling him when he’s like this, it’s terrible. It’s mostly my fault too because I’ve been taking on too much again even though I have a wonderful team.
It’s just hard to concede that I’m wrong sometimes, but I’m working on it.
Closing my laptop, I rub a hand over my eyes.
“We need to have sex.”
He stares at me for a second. “Angry sex?”
“Yeah, there’s just far too much tension in the air. Let’s get it out, and reconvene after. Talk shit out, communicate, apologize. But right now, I think we’re both too wound up.”
He rubs a hand over his chin, considering. In the end, he nods slowly, eyes flashing. “Okay.”
I stand, moving to him. “I’m feeling a little…rough.” I rub my nipples against his chest, skimming my nails down his back and feeling his slight shiver. He drops his head to my ear.
“Rough sounds good.” His whisper slides over my skin and my breath catches.
“You’ll have to catch me first.”
I turn on my heel and dart past the great room, just focusing on not tripping over my own feet, because wouldn’t that defeat the purpose spectacularly.
I must catch him by surprise because the man is fast enough to have caught me almost immediately, but it takes a few seconds before I hear him behind me.
I turn the corner and encounter the stairs, grabbing onto the banister and wishing I’d spent a little more time doing cardio. I prefer weights.
I’m huffing and puffing, losing energy pretty quickly. In comparison, he’s the quietest football player I’ve ever been around.
That’s why I don’t know he’s right behind me until it’s too late.
I’m creeping alo
ng the edge of the hallway and he must’ve come around the other side of the hallway because he cages me against the wall in a quick second and I shriek.
“Caught.” He sinks his teeth into my earlobe and captures my wrists in his big hands, pressing them against the wall in front of me. I shiver, my cheek pressed against the wall, and hearing his heavy breathing in my ear only intensifies the feelings running through me.
“What are you going to do about it?” I breathe out, with a lot more bravado than I actually feel. It’s the good kind of exhilaration, arousal, and a healthy dose of relief.
I gasp when he jerks up the fabric of my long pajama shirt to rest on my hips, bunching it there and stroking his fingers through my wet heat from behind.
“Take what’s mine. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want me to take it.”
The darkness in his voice gives me delicious pause.
“I don’t…” I start, at a loss for what to say when his fingers are playing at my slit, dipping into my pussy every so often.
“Tell me you don’t want this.“ He nuzzles his face into my neck, plunging two fingers inside me and making me cry out.
“No,” I groan, rising on my toes from his hard and fast rhythm as he wraps his other arm around me and puts his fingers to my lips.
“Wet them.” He growls, and I open immediately, licking and tonguing his fingers, wetting them for whatever he wants to do next.
His fingers retreat from inside me and I feel the press of his freed cock against my back as he cants his hips and lifts me to his liking. Thank god for IUDs.
He pauses with the head of his cock against my pussy, hot and teasing.
“Please.”
I hear his swift inhale before he fills me totally with his entire length, and I buckle against him, shuddering through an unexpected orgasm and gasping as he uses the fingers I wet to tease my clit. There’s nowhere for me to go, no adjustments I can make with him impaling me and being caught against the wall.
I’m completely at his mercy and I love this as much as I love our sweeter moments.
He starts a punishing rhythm, one that leaves me breathless and knowing I’m going to feel it for the next few days, but I don’t care.
“You like when I fuck you like this?” He grits out, wet sounds filling the hallway as his hips slap against my ass. “Like reminding yourself who you belong to?”
I swallow hard, biting my lip and curling my fingers against the wall. I can’t get any words out and his low hiss is the only warning I have that I’m only about to become more boneless.
He slams his back to the carpet and drags me over him, fitting his cock to my passage and holding my hips captive, his hips pistoning under me as I brace my hands on either side of his head.
It’s all I can do to stay upright.
His hand fists in my hair and his eyes glitter with a heady mix of desire and relief. I press my lips against his gently and he molds his mouth to mine, heaving and hips stopping. I watch his throat move as he swallows and I close my eyes, pressing my forehead against his. We needed this. I needed this.
“Love you.” I whisper against his lips, “Sorry for being a butt.”
His grip tightens before his whole body softens against me.
“I love you.” I whisper again, pressing small kisses to his face and mumbling the words until he stops me, stroking a gentle hand down my back and somehow rising to stand and carrying me to our bedroom.
I lean against his chest, legs wrapped around his waist and dress bunched over my ass. When he sets me down on the bed, he gets rid of our clothes and falls on me, skin to skin.
“You didn’t really throw about my social security card did you?“ He pushes a fluffy curl behind my ear and push my hips against his insistently.
“No.” I grin. Hey, I’ve still got growing to do. I needed the help to de-escalate things.
He slides into me inch by inch, his thickness familiar and welcome, and I relish in the way he knows my body. The way our bodies recognize each other. I’ll never get tired of being wrapped around this man, and I have the rest of our lives to annoy him to the best of my abilities.
It’s going to be a very, very fun ride.
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