His eyes flare with happiness at my words and he grins over at me. “All you ever have to do is ask, babe. Come here.”
He pushes his chair back from the desk as I stand and quickly walk around to him. He pulls me down in his lap and I curl up against him. He tucks my head under his chin and caresses my back soothingly.
God, it feels good to be in his arms.
* * *
It’s been a long day. Nick is no better when I leave for the night, and I feel guilty because I won’t be there for the next few days. So much can happen in that small amount of time. Maybe I should pick up a shift. I’ll call the day nurse tomorrow and see if they need me over the next few days.
I’d love to go to Will’s but I ended up working late. It’s almost 4:00 a.m., and he has a game tonight, so I decide to just go home and not bother him. I’m still driving the Rover. It’s much fancier than my Toyota sedan, and is fun to drive.
My phone suddenly starts ringing and I frown when I see Football Star flashing across the screen.
“Hello?”
“Where are you?” he sounds sleepy.
“In your car. I just left work; I got out late.”
“Are you on your way here?” he asks and I hear the covers rustle as he moves in the bed.
“I think I’ll just go home. You have a game tonight, you should get some sleep.”
“I’m fine, babe. I’ll sleep better if you’re here. I kept waking up every few hours checking to see if you were here anyway.”
I chew my bottom lip. Who am I kidding? I want to see him. Get naked with him. Thank him for earlier.
“I’m on my way,” I murmur.
“Good.” I hear the smile in his voice as he hangs up.
I drive through his gate and park in the garage. He’s left a few lights on in the house for me, so I turn them off as I make my way upstairs. He’s in bed, asleep, naked from the waist up with the white linens wrapped around his waist.
He looks tan and sexy and…mine.
I strip down to nothing and slide into the bed, over to him, and wrap myself around him. Head on his chest, arms and legs wrapped around him, clinging to him.
He wakes and holds me, kisses my hair, runs those magical hands down my back, and the next thing I know, he’s rolled us so he’s on top of me.
“I missed you,” he whispers against my ear.
“I missed you, too.”
He kisses my dimple, and then over to my lips and offers me soft, sweet kisses. He gently nibbles my lips, and then slides his tongue into my mouth, taunting and playing with me. I run my hands up his back and then down to his ass and smile against his mouth when I find him naked.
His ass is really spectacular.
He pushes my legs apart with his and settles himself between my legs, not moving, just resting there, kissing me, brushing my hair rhythmically with his fingertips. I continue caressing his back, his sides, his arms, and we are just content to love each other softly. Be together.
I raise my legs and hitch my thighs around his hips, opening myself to him. I feel my wetness against his sex, and he groans as he slides effortlessly against me.
“So wet,” he whispers.
“Need you,” I whisper in return. He pulls his face back and gazes down at me, runs the backs of his fingers down my cheeks and slowly, oh-so-damned-slowly, sinks inside me.
His eyes close as he reaches my cervix and is buried balls-deep inside me. He rests his forehead on mine and starts to gently move, letting me get used to him, allowing my body time to accommodate him.
“Your body is already learning mine,” he murmurs. “It’s easier this time, isn’t it?”
“Mmm…” I moan and circle my hips, inviting him in further. I clench around him when his pubis rubs the metal against my clit.
“Fuck, that piercing is going to be the death of me,” he mutters and I giggle. “You have the most beautiful smile.”
He disarms me. With just a few words, or a touch, this man completely disarms me.
His hips begin to move a bit faster, a little harder. His lips circle around a nipple and he sucks greedily, making it harden even more. He pays the other the same attention and I writhe beneath him, as my body becomes just sensation. His beautiful cock is moving deliciously in me, his strong body is blanketing me, his hands still running through my hair, his mouth on mine… I am draped in him, and yet I can’t get enough of him.
“I love the way you love me,” I whisper. He grins against my mouth and pushes his cock all the way inside me, grinds his pubis against me, and holds himself there until I come apart around him, my muscles spasm, my hands clench onto his ass, pulling him in even tighter.
“Ah, hell, honey.” I feel his body tighten and he’s coming with me, emptying himself inside me.
He kisses me softly and then pulls out of me and lowers his head to by belly. He rests there, his cheek against my navel, arms wrapped around my waist, and falls asleep.
I think I just fell in love with him.
* * *
“So,” Jules flashes her sweet grin at me and I tense. Ah hell, she only uses that when she wants something. “What’s going on with you and my brother?”
I take a long drink of my margarita and eye Jules. She’s sitting across from me at the same sports bar where Will brought me on our it-doesn’t-count-first-date. She, Natalie and I are enjoying late happy hour after having shopped all evening and getting pedicures.
These girls don’t play when it comes to shopping.
“Leave her alone,” Natalie mutters, then eyes me suspiciously. “On second thought, I want to know too. What’s up? You guys seemed pretty cozy while bowling the other night.”
I shrug and look down. “We’re sleeping together.”
“Duh.” Jules rolls her eyes. “The way you were making the googly eyes at each other screamed sex. And I’m trying to ignore that he’s my brother because otherwise, that’s just… ew.” She shudders.
“What we want to know is, what else is going on?” Natalie asks with a grin.
“I don’t know. We just started sleeping together the other night.”
“Your three date rule?” Jules asks.
“Yep,” I smile smugly at her.
“Good girl.” Nat fist-bumps me and I laugh.
“We’re seeing each other, I guess.” I shrug and take another sip of my margarita. “He’s a great guy. Not the asshole I originally thought he was.”
“He’s arrogant as can be sometimes, but definitely not an asshole,” Jules agrees.
“I’m not crazy about his arrogant public persona,” I admit. “But I like how he is with me when we’re alone. He’s been great to the kids at the hospital, and he is fun to be with. I don’t think I could afford to feed him for long. The man can pack away the food.”
“You should have seen him as a teenager. This is nothing. I think mom and dad had to take out a second mortgage on the house just for Will’s groceries.”
“I’m not surprised,” I laugh.
“So, you like him,” Natalie grins knowingly.
“I like him,” I agree.
“If he hurts you, I’ll kill him.” Jules’ eyes are narrowed menacingly and I giggle.
“Aren’t you supposed to be saying that to me? He’s your brother.”
“He’s a man.” She shrugs as if that explains it all.
“Hey! He’s on TV! Turn up the volume!” Natalie yells over to the bartender. He turns up the volume on the TV in time to catch a post-game interview with Will.
He looks fantastic, all sweaty and dirty, panting.
Damn, that jersey does things to me.
“Great game, Montgomery. Congrats on another win.” The shorter man turns the mic to Will, who smiles graciously.
“Thanks, man. We played a good game.”
“Do you think Jennings will be out for the rest of the season with that knee injury in the third quarter?”
“Oh, man, I hope not. I don’t know.”
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��Did you feel any pressure from the Green Bay defensive line tonight?”
Will frowns down at the guy like that is the stupidest question he’s ever heard. “I feel pressure from every defensive line.”
“Are you ready for Miami next week?”
“I think so. We’re training hard, watching a lot of tape. We’ll be as ready as we can be next Sunday.”
“You’ve been seen around town with an auburn-haired woman. Is she your girlfriend?”
My heart stops. Literally stops. Natalie gasps and Jules frowns.
“This guy is an idiot.” Jules mutters.
Will offers the guy a lazy, cocky grin. “Dude, does she look like someone that I would date?” He laughs mockingly. “She’s a friend of the family. I don’t have room in my life for a woman right now. Football is my priority.”
“Good luck next week, man.”
Will nods and then the screen turns back to the four guys at a table talking about the game.
“Meg, he didn’t mean it to sound like that,” Jules says quietly.
Does she look like someone that I would date?
I feel nauseous.
“Fuck, I’m stupid.” I whisper.
“No, sweetie. Seriously, he didn’t mean to sound like that.”
“I think he meant exactly what he said, Jules.” I shake my head to clear it and dig some cash out of my bag, toss it onto the table and stand. “I’m going home. Thanks for the fun night out, guys.”
“Meg, don’t go.”
“I’m okay. I just need to think. When you meet up with the guys later, tell Will I didn’t feel well, and I’ll call him in a few days.”
Yeah, like that’s going to work.
“I’m gonna kill him,” Jules fumes as I walk away.
Chapter Eleven
~Will~
Will
How could you? How could you start seeing someone when I know that you love me? That ugly bitch is nothing, and she will never love you like I do. Why won’t you notice me? If you’ll just stop seeing her, and love me the way I know you want to, I won’t hurt her.
Your love.
Holy fuck. What kind of sick fuck would leave this in my locker and how in the hell did they get into our locker room? I need to talk to Mike, our head of security, now.
“Hey! Someone get Mike for me!” I yell out, confident that someone will fetch him.
We played a kick-ass game against the Packers tonight. Hell, I’ve been playing the best ball of my life the past few weeks, and I don’t think its coincidence that it’s since I’ve started seeing Meg. This dumb-ass stalker fan bullshit won’t touch her. Thank God I put that alarm system on her house.
The thought of anything happening to her makes me sick.
“Hey, Montgomery, can I ask a few questions?” A new sportscast guy is holding a mic in my face and I paste on my public smile and play the post-game game.
“Sure, man.”
“Great game, Montgomery. Congrats on another win.” The shorter man turns the mic to me.
“Thanks, man. We played a good game.”
“Do you think Jennings will be out for the rest of the season with that knee injury in the third quarter?”
“Oh, man, I hope not. I don’t know.” How the fuck would I know? Do I look like a fucking doctor?
“Did you feel any pressure from the Green Bay defensive line tonight?”
I frown down at the idiot and want to ask him if he’s ever watched football. Jesus, where did they find this asshole? “I feel pressure from every defensive line.”
“Are you ready for Miami next week?”
“I think so. We’re training hard, watching a lot of tape. We’ll be as ready as we can be next Sunday.”
“You’ve been seen around town with an auburn-haired woman. Is she your girlfriend?”
Fuck. Please, babe, don’t be watching this. My stomach clenches and I’m glad I’m already sweaty from the game so no one can see the fresh sheen that’s just broken out on my face.
I offer him my lazy, cocky grin. “Dude, does she look like someone that I would date?” I laugh down at him, like that’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. Yes, she’s my girlfriend! She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I plan to be buried deep inside her sweet body as soon as possible. “She’s a friend of the family. I don’t have room in my life for a woman right now. Football is my priority.”
“Good luck next week, man.”
I nod at him, and he turns away from me, on to the next guy to interview.
Fuck. If Meg saw that interview, I’m so screwed. She’s already got issues with my arrogant public persona, and this will be the nail in the coffin of our relationship if she sees it.
And that is not possible.
She’s mine, goddamn it.
I quickly shower and get my shit together, ready to be out of here so I can meet up with my brothers up in the suite, then go meet up with our girls for a night out.
I need to see Megan.
“You wanted to see me?”
Mike, a former Army Ranger and current Seattle cop, is standing behind me.
“Yeah, man. Someone left this in my locker. I found it when I got in after the game.” I hand him the fucked up note and scowl. “How the fuck did someone get in here?”
Mike frowns as he reads the note and then swears under his breath. “I don’t know. She probably flashed someone her tits. I’ll check the security cameras and we’ll find her. Don’t worry about it.”
I narrow my eyes at him and cross my arms over my chest. I know Mike is good, he’s been with us forever, and no one fucks with him. But some of the other guys come and go.
“I want whoever let her in here fired.”
“Without question.”
“And if one hair on Meg’s head is touched…”
“It won’t be. This is just some stupid girl with a crush, Montgomery. I’ll handle it.”
I nod once and turn my back, dismissing him.
The guys, Isaac, Luke, Nate, Matt and Caleb, are in the suite, still eating the spread of food laid out and drinking beer. I grab some chips and stuff my face. Fuck, I’m hungry.
“Good game, bro,” Isaac salutes me with his beer and I nod back at him.
“Yeah, we kicked some ass. Felt good. Ready to go get the girls?” I ask and grab another handful of chips.
“Stacy stayed home tonight. She’s just uncomfortable, so I’m going to head home and rub her feet and put Soph to bed.” Isaac pulls out his keys and waves at us, then heads out.
“Okay, let’s go get the girls and take them out for dinner.” Nate leads us all down to the private parking garage. “But I’ll just tell you all right now, we’ll be leaving early. I’ve got plans for her tonight.” He grins and all of us stop and frown at him. Luke laughs.
“Just because you put a ring on her finger doesn’t mean we won’t kill you, McKenna,” Caleb warns him. I suppress a laugh. Nate may be smaller than us, but he could take any one of us. Not all at once, but in a one-on-one fight, I’d put my money on Nate.
“You kill me, Julianne kills you. I know you’re afraid of her.”
“I’m not afraid of my kid sister,” Matt mutters, earning a sidelong look from Luke. “Okay, I’m afraid of her. She doesn’t fight fair.”
“That’s my girl,” Nate announces proudly. I like him. He’s good for my sister.
Now I need to get my hands on my girl and make sure she didn’t hear what an asshole I was on TV tonight.
* * *
“You are such an asshole!”
Jules storms at me across the parking lot of the restaurant we arranged to meet at earlier. She pushes me hard in the chest, knocking me back a step. Matt’s right, she doesn’t fight fair.
“Jules…”
“You know,” she interrupts me. “I know that you can be an arrogant ass at times, but what you said on fucking live television tonight takes the cake. Who the fuck do you think you are to hurt someone like that
?”
“Fuck!”
She takes a step back and her eyes widen a bit. The guys are all standing around, watching us. Natalie’s hands are planted on her hips, and she’s glaring at me too. Brynna stands next to Caleb, links her arm through his, and I frown.
What the fuck is that about?
“Seriously, Will, what the hell were you thinking?” Natalie asks.
“Where is she?”
“Not here.” Jules raises her chin stubbornly. I turn to Natalie.
“Where is she, Nat?”
“I believe she went home. Why in the name of God would she be here, Will? You announced to the world that she’s no one you would dare date. She’s no one to you, remember?”
“Fuck, man, what the hell did you say?” Luke asks and I wince.
“You guys didn’t see it?” Jules asks, her eyes still narrowed menacingly and on me. Part of me wants to cover my dick with my hands, but the man in me won’t stoop to that.
“No, we didn’t see any post-game interviews,” Matt adds.
“Well, let me fill you in. When asked who the pretty girl is that he’s been seen with recently, our stupid-as-fuck brother responded with, and I quote, ‘Does she look like someone I would date? I don’t have room in my life for a woman. I’m a selfish douchebag with a small dick.”
“I did not say that last part!”
“Fuck, man, why didn’t you just say no comment?” Luke asks, looking at me like I’m a moron. And I am.
Why didn’t I?
“Because less than thirty seconds before that asshole pushed the mic in my face, I found a note in my locker from some fucked-up fan saying that if I don’t stop seeing Meg she’ll hurt her. I didn’t have time to talk to security, or think it through. I had to play it off like I don’t have a girlfriend because if anyone ever hurts Meg, I’ll fucking kill them, and I can’t go to prison.”
Jules frowns at me, and my brothers both narrow their eyes menacingly.
“Does she have security at her house?” Caleb asks, his voice low and pissed.
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