by Louise Hall
“You should have seen Mum when the final whistle went,” Lola giggled, “she was crying like a baby.”
“Lola!” Cate frowned, taking Sierra back from Kian. “I was not.”
Lola rolled her eyes at her mum, “you so were!”
Kian glanced over at his wife. It was obvious that she was lying. Her beautiful, black eyes still looked a little glassy and red-rimmed. He raised an eyebrow.
“OK,” Cate smiled, “maybe I did shed a few tears but I was absolutely not crying like a baby. I’m just so proud of you.”
Kian tugged her close so only she could hear what he was about to say next. “This is going to sound so fucking cheesy but do you remember what you said the other night, about how all those things on your to-do list weren’t just your achievements, they were ours. This…” Kian gestured to the stadium which was still half-full, none of the Seattle F.C. fans, players or officials wanted to leave just yet. There was still too much celebrating to be done.
He flicked his tongue over the metal stud in her ear, delighting as he felt her ever so softly tremble against him. “It’s not just about me, angel. It’s about us. You’ve been with me every step of the way. I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”
Cate shook her head, her inky-black hair covering her face a little. It was one of the infinite things he loved about his wife, how fucking modest she was.
“You’d better be wearing my shirt underneath that thick coat,” Kian warned.
Cate gave him a womanly smile. “You’ll have to wait and see.”
Kian tugged her close one final time before they joined the rest of the players and their families in the middle of the pitch. “When we get back to the hotel room, I’m going to strip you naked apart from that shirt and give you so many orgasms you’ll be begging me to stop.”
“Kian!” Cate felt her nipples stiffen against the confines of her bra. “We’re in public.” They were surrounded by literally thousands of people and TV cameras. She tried to surreptitiously squeeze her thighs together to ease the relentless throbbing of her clit. But Kian must have noticed what she was doing because he smirked and she could see him practically swell with masculine pride.
Kian dipped his head one more time and Cate was so turned on, she felt sure that if he said one more dirty word to her she was going to spontaneously orgasm right there in the middle of the pitch at the RFK Stadium.
But he didn’t. “I love you, angel.”
Cate smiled, “I love you too.”
The sun was already starting to come up when they finally got back to the hotel the next morning. After they’d left the stadium, Ben and Erin had kindly offered to take the children back to the hotel so Cate and Kian could continue celebrating with Kian’s Seattle F.C. team-mates and their wives and girlfriends.
“Wow,” Cate sighed as they walked into the empty hotel room. “That was such a fun night but I’m exhausted.” She let her coat slip from her shoulders, giving Kian a teasing look at his name and number emblazoned across the back of her shirt.
Kian let go of the door and it slammed shut, rocking the tasteful artwork on the walls.
Cate enjoyed teasing him like this. She looked at the clock at the side of the bed, “we’ve got to be up again in a couple of hours. Don’t you want to get some sleep?”
Kian growled, “the very last fucking thing I want to do right now is sleep. Get over here.”
“I don’t know,” Cate slowly slid down the zipper of her jeans. She faked a yawn. “I’m so tired.”
As she eased her jeans down her slender fucking legs, Kian had to unbutton the front of his jeans, freeing his painfully hard cock. The head was dark and leaking moisture.
“I said,” Kian gritted his teeth. If he didn’t get between his wife’s legs soon; he was going to come all over his hand like a fucking teenager again. “Get the fuck over here.”
Cate threw her head back and laughed. She liked that she had this power over him. She walked across to her small suitcase, folded up her jeans and placed them on the top. She was careful to arch her back and raise her bottom so Kian could see that she wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath his Seattle F.C. shirt.
She didn’t need to turn around to see his reaction. “Fuck!” Kian hissed through his teeth as he saw his wife’s bare buttocks presented to him so perfectly. “Temptress.”
Cate turned around and put her hands on her hips, “don’t you like what I’m wearing?”
Kian was so fucking aroused he could hardly breathe. This was even fucking better than the fantasy. She’d taken off her bra and he could see her nipples pushing against the front of his shirt. He stalked towards her, “I don’t think I can be gentle.”
Cate met his intense, lust-filled gaze, “I don’t think I want you to be.”
His hand dipped underneath the shirt and pushed between her legs. “You’re wet!” Kian breathed a sigh of fucking relief. She was just as greedy for this as he was. He penetrated her with two fingers; his short nails deliciously scratched her tender tissues. Cate gripped on to his shoulders.
“How do you…?” Her pussy squeezed him so tightly. “How do you want me?”
“Hands and knees,” Kian spat out. “On the bed.”
While Cate climbed up on the bed, Kian tore off his clothes. He palmed her ass cheeks and she grabbed thick handfuls of the bed sheets. Without him asking, she parted her legs wide. “Fuck!” Kian grunted, his hands tightening on her bare hips as he felt the first brush of her molten desire against his cock.
Cate was so turned on she could barely breathe as Kian eased the blunt head of his cock inside her tight opening. Her nipples chafed against the football shirt. She could feel the rough hairs on his thighs gently graze against her smooth skin. He was holding himself back and she didn’t like it. She wriggled a little against his restraints, trying to take him deeper, anything to soothe the relentless ache between her legs.
Kian watched them in the mirror above the bed. Cate looked so fucking sexy like this, on her hands and knees, in just his Seattle F.C. shirt. He pushed deeper, grunting as he felt her struggle to accommodate his thick girth. He paused, sliding his hand up the front of her shirt to fondle her breasts. Her nipple was stiff and she let out a hoarse cry as he flicked his thumb over the rosy tip. Cate looked up at him through the mirror, “please.”
Kian dropped his hand to her hip again, restraining his wife’s writhing body as he pulled back until the head of his cock almost slipped free and then surged inside her, taking her so deeply, her arms collapsed underneath her and she fell face-first on to the mattress.
As much as it was a fucking turn-on to take his wife while she was wearing his shirt, he wanted to see every inch of her fucking, beautiful body, that addictive silky-smooth skin. He tore off the shirt and curved himself above her, feeling every inch of her sexy-ass body pressed against him. He found the thundering pulse on her neck and sucked and nibbled at it as his hands roamed the front of her torso, playing with her breasts and then dipping down to touch her creamy slit. Her ass rubbed seductively against his groin.
Cate felt him so deeply; it was like he was pushing against her stomach. She reached up and freed his hair, running her fingers raggedly through the silky strands. “I love you,” she panted as he slid out, dragging his thick cock against her tender, swollen tissues before forcefully taking her again.
Kian brought her to orgasm twice and then flipped her over on to her back. He dragged her down the mattress until her bottom was almost hanging over the edge. “I don’t…” Cate tried to protest as she felt Kian’s warm breath on her sex. She was so tender from the first two orgasms that every lick and suck felt that much more intense. Tears trickled down her cheeks as Kian slid his tongue inside her pussy. She was so swollen; his tongue felt as thick as his cock inside her.
“Touch yourself,” Kian demanded. His lips were glossy with her arousal.
His eyes burned hotly as she cupped her breasts and rubbed her thumbs over her hard, dist
ended nipples. She couldn’t stop shivering and yet it felt like she was burning up from the inside. Kian dove back down between her legs, his burgeoning stubble adding the most delicious friction against her sensitive skin. She lifted her hips, desperate for more. He rewarded her obedience by taking her clit between his teeth and flicking his tongue over the throbbing pink bud. “Kian!” Cate cried, spiralling into another heady orgasm.
Kian lifted her up and put her back down in the centre of the bed. Cate watched, still dazed from she couldn’t remember how many orgasms as he knelt one knee on the bed. His cock jutted proudly between his strong, muscular thighs. He wiped his damp mouth with the back of his hand.
Kian crawled up the bed towards his sexy-ass wife. She might have been dazed from the three orgasms he’d given her already but she still parted those slender thighs for him, letting him savour the view of her gorgeous pink pussy framed by whorls of dark, matted hair; her clit poking mischievously between her creamy lips.
He kissed the scar which marked her abdomen from giving birth to Lola and then suckled on her tight pink buds, drawing yet more hoarse cries from her throat. Kian brushed her hair away from her face so that he could look unobstructed into those intoxicating, black eyes. She looked right back at him and it was like she could see so deeply inside him. She’d always had this uncanny ability to see and love not just the man he was but the man he could be. She’d made him want to be not just a husband and father but the best husband and father he could possibly be.
He still hadn’t decided whether he was going to retire from football, whether last night’s MLS Cup final had been his last professional game. Seattle F.C. had offered him a new two-year contract and they’d graciously allowed him to think about it over the Christmas holidays.
When he’d made his debut for Manchester Rovers against Brighton & Hove Albion, he’d come on as substitute after Rovers first-choice central midfielder, James Lightfoot had got injured early in the second half. They’d found out after the match that James had ruptured his cruciate knee ligaments and would be out for the rest of the season.
The match against Brighton had turned out to be James’ last competitive match. Although players had successfully come back from cruciate knee ligament injuries before, James couldn’t do it. He was already a bulky player and during the months he couldn’t play football, he put on a lot of weight. It wasn’t just the physical though; mentally he couldn’t come back from it. He became frightened of tackling opponents, something that had been a big part of his game before the injury. If he felt even the slightest twinge in his knee, he was convinced that he’d injured himself again.
“What are you thinking about?” Cate asked softly, tracing her delicate fingers along his jaw.
“James Lightfoot,” Kian answered honestly.
“Whatever you decide,” Cate looked up at him, there was such fierce love and determination in her eyes, “you’re not going to end up like him.”
“I know,” Kian shook his head. When he’d retired from football, James had bought a pub near the Rovers Stadium. He hadn’t been able to let go of the career that had been tragically cut short. A couple of years later, he was bankrupt and an alcoholic.
He wasn’t worried that he’d end up like James Lightfoot.
“I’m just thinking how lucky I am,” he tasted his wife’s lips again. She trailed her fingers up and down the muscles of his back. “Because of you…” He dragged his teeth over her plump bottom lip, chuckling as she trembled a little underneath him. “My life is about more than just football.”
“You can’t say that,” Cate teased. She wrapped her leg around his, bringing him deeper between her thighs. “They’ll rescind your professional footballer card.”
“I mean it,” Kian laughed. “You and the children, you’re my life.”
Cate felt his words like warm, syrupy honey trickling through her veins. “I love you.”
Kian slid an arm under her hips and pushed inside her. Sod football, there was literally no greater feeling than being inside his wife like this. He took a moment to savour the feel of her peaked nipples rubbing against his chest; the burgeoning love bite at the base of her neck which she would no doubt complain about tomorrow morning when she tried to hide it with make-up, her pussy so hot and slick, gripping his thick cock.
It felt like they’d only just gone to sleep five minutes ago when the alarm went off the following morning. “No,” Cate burrowed her head in Kian’s chest, “please tell me it’s not morning already?”
“I’m afraid it is, angel,” Kian chuckled. After last night’s MLS Cup final win, they had to fly back to Seattle this morning for a victory parade.
Cate reluctantly got out of bed, wrapping herself up in the bedsheet. “Ugh,” she sniffed the skin on her arm, “I smell like sex. I need a shower.”
Kian laughed; she definitely wasn’t going to be happy when she spotted the love-bite he’d left on her neck.
He’d just stepped out of the shower when he heard her yelp. She stormed into the steam-filled bathroom, frowning. “Look at this,” she gestured to the cute red mark at the base of her neck, “you bit me.”
She looked so indignant, it just made Kian laugh even more. “You weren’t exactly complaining, angel. In fact,” he drummed his fingers on his stubbly chin. “If I recall correctly, you were just about to orgasm and loudly screaming my name.”
Cate narrowed her eyes at him, “just how am I supposed to explain this to our children?”
“It’ll be fine; you can cover it with make-up like you’ve done countless times before.”
“Except,” Cate scowled, “that I jumped so much when I saw the bite that I squeezed foundation all over the mirror in the bedroom and so I haven’t got any left.”
Kian was laughing so hard, he was almost bent double, “you didn’t?”
“You’re no help at all,” Cate huffed. She turned her back on him and walked back into the bedroom.
He followed Cate into the bedroom, trying really hard not to laugh as she wiped beige gunk off the mirror. “It’s not funny.”
“Come on,” Kian wrapped his arms around her waist, “it’s a little bit funny.”
He tumbled them both backwards on to the bed. “We’re going to be late,” Cate yelped.
“Who cares?” Kian laughed, tickling his wriggling wife until she was laughing just as much as he was. It was too easy because he knew where she was the most ticklish.
As he reached for the soles of her bare feet, she sat up, “unless you want a black eye, I wouldn’t do that. Like mother, like daughter, remember.” When he’d tried tickling Lola’s feet a few years ago, she’d given him a rather nasty-looking black eye which had raised quite a few eyebrows at training. He hadn’t wanted to admit that he’d been beaten up by his three year old daughter.
After they’d finished getting dressed and packed up, Cate checked to make sure that they hadn’t forgotten anything. “We’re good,” Kian grinned, reaching for her hand.
“What’s next?” Cate asked. Kian had the itinerary they’d been given for the rest of the day from the Seattle F.C. management.
Kian kissed her, “the rest of our lives, angel.”
Dear Reader,
Thank you so much for continuing on this journey with Cate and Kian. I cannot even begin to tell you how much I appreciate each and every one of you who have either bought my books or read them through Kindle Unlimited.
As always, I would really love to know what you thought (good or bad, I promise).
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All the best,
Louise
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