by H. J. Bellus
“How are your nerves, Baylor?” I help her get the duffle bags situated and then hug her.
“Not gonna lie, Justice. I’ve never been this nervous.” She shrugs. “You’d think after being married to a three-time MVP of the NFL and standing by his side through the ups and downs, this would be cake, but it’s not.”
“He’s your baby,” I whisper and hug her again.
“Yes, he is.”
“Where’s State?” I ask as we take a seat.
“Girl, you really have to ask?” She shakes her head. “He’s down on the sidelines just like he has been at every single game of Liam’s. Guarantee he’s gone through bags of sunflower seeds by now and pacing the sidelines. Lives to be there for his son.”
“Has State ever thought about coaching?” I ask, watching Rowe fix herself a hotdog with all the condiments.
“No.” Baylor shakes her head. “My husband has lived his dreams when it comes to football. Now, all he wants to be is a dad. Both of us had nothing growing up. It was hell, and now we can give everything to our kids, and that’s a blessing we will never take for granted.”
I smile, loving Baylor is opening up to me. “Liam has told me all about it. He loves you guys so much and is super proud of you.”
Something cracks in my chest. It’s not painful, but foreign. It takes me a few beats to understand it, and when I comprehend, tears threaten. One day, Liam will be an amazing dad just like his, and I can only hope to be a part of all of it even though it’s years down the road.
I sit there and listen to her banter with my family while I watch the clock wind down to zero. My nerves are picking up to an all-time high after we lose the coin toss, stand for the anthem, and the defense takes their place on the field.
“You did good, Justice. Take a look at the crowd. It’s only preseason, and the stadium is packed. This wouldn’t be happening if it weren’t for you,” Roan acknowledges.
“Thank you, and thank you for trusting me.”
I appreciate the compliment, but right now I can’t fully comprehend anything. Even though our defense is on the field, I’m still studying Liam, who has laminated papers in his hands, going over plays with the offensive coach. He has his helmet gripped in one hand and a serious look on his face. He has to come out with nothing but perfection to shut the nation the fuck up.
His dad, State, stands back, not interfering in the game or trying to coach his son. His face mirrors the same dead-serious expression as Liam. The roar of the crowd causes me to startle, and when I look out to the field, our defense is jogging to the sidelines.
“Three and out! How do you like that shit, Tampa!” Rowe jumps up and down, screaming at the top of her lungs.
Jesus, she takes this sport seriously. The wheels in my mind begin to turn. I’d love to involve Rowe somehow with this team. Baylor stands when number eleven trots out on the field. She grabs my arm, pulling me up with her. The tension wafting off her is palpable. She turns to me with tears brimming in her eyes.
“Thank you for loving him and talking it out with him.”
I don’t have a chance to respond before the Diamonds’ huddle breaks and they take the line. Liam points to each side. I wish I could hear what he is saying; I’m assuming he’s hollering out different names to try and confuse the defense.
“It’s the Longhorn Tahoe play,” Rowe announces to no one particular. “Bubba, you better hit your receiver.”
It all plays out in slow motion. The center hikes the ball to Liam, the line blocks, Liam scrambles a bit before he hitches his arm back and lets it fly. My vision darts down the field to see the receiver wide open. He flies in the air, the ball wobbling in his hands before he secures it and runs faster than anything I’ve ever seen. He doesn’t stop until he’s in the end zone.
“Hell yeah! We just scored our first touchdown. Bring it on, boys!” my brother hollers.
I’m elated. First play. Touchdown. Take that, you haters. My man is back better and stronger.
“That’s my boy!” Baylor jumps up and down.
The excitement in the skybox is unreal. For the first time today, my nerves begin to dissipate.
Our level of cheering and excitement doesn’t diminish when the second-string quarterback is put in. We are all die-hard Diamonds fans and cheer our team on until the last second of the game.
Baylor tried to fight me on it, but I send a security guard with her when she takes off. Rowe was completely on my side, declaring the guard was a hottie. I watch as they disappear making their way down to State. Once the skybox is empty and Roan and I have talked to the press, I finally head to my office to grab a few things. I take the elevator down to the lobby and decide it’s best to dodge the media circus outside of the locker room and stride down the long hallway to the parking garage. A door slams, startling the shit out of me. I slap my hand over my chest and peer around to come up empty.
Two more steps, and a figure steps out of a side door. A figure I’d recognize in the dark with my eyes closed. Liam smiles and tucks his hands into his back pockets, his hair wet from a shower, and eyes piercing holes through my chest. I don’t think. I go. Dropping my bag and sprinting toward him. I don’t stop until I’m up in his arms and wrapping my legs around his waist. I kiss the hell out of him.
“We won, Liam. We did it.”
10
Liam
“Come home with me,” she whispers in my ear. The catch of desperation I hear in her voice makes me rock hard.
“Lead the way.” I place her on the ground, give her one last quick kiss, and follow her out the door.
“Family doesn’t want to celebrate the first win?” I ask, my tone high pitched as if I were a kid in a candy shop. The excitement of winning sends adrenaline through me like never before, and hell, it was just a damn preseason game.
There’s no perfect team, and issues between players constantly arise; and they will with us as we begin the season. Tempers will flare, mine especially. Anger will come, arguments with the refs, and the taunting to the opposing team will occur. Plus much more. It’s inevitable.
If today’s game is any indication of how the rest of the season will go, then our future is bright. Everyone worked well together, and no one but the coaches lost their tempers and went on a rampage.
“I’m sure they will, but they’ve all gone to the airport. Most of them either have to work or go to school tomorrow. The only one who stayed back is Roan.” She doesn’t elaborate any more than that, and I’m not going to ask her about it. Doubt the guy would mix his other business with this one anyway. Justice told me on the phone the other night that she had a talk with him and how she worried over nothing. Might not care for the shit he does, but as long as he’s good to her, I’ll take a step back and give him respect.
I’d love nothing more than to talk to her more about her family, but I’ll leave it up to her. If she never brings it up again, I’m okay with that, too. Justice, this team, nor me have a thing to do with it. Probably best to keep it as far away from us as possible.
Right now, all I care about is having her under me and burying myself inside of her until I’m all she’s thinking about.
“You sure about this?” If she changes her mind, I may lose my shit. I need to be sure this is what she wants and it’s not just her getting caught up in the moment.
“I’m positive. Follow me home.” She reaches around me, places her small hands on my ass, and tugs me into her. Swear to God the warmth radiating off her is more than I’ve ever felt before. “I’m proud of you and the team, Liam. I see good things ahead.”
“Thank you. Make sure to be proud of yourself, too.”
I watch her climb into her car, jog to my vehicle, and follow her home. My mind racing the entire drive. I can’t believe this is happening. Won’t really until I have her sprawled out naked and tasting her. I reach my hand down under the elastic of my gym pants, giving my throbbing cock a hard squeeze.
Need crashes inside me. I want to fuc
k her fierce and dirty and under no circumstances stop. I want to take my time getting reacquainted with every curve of her body using my hands and my tongue. I want to brand her skin with my mouth, sear her with the wetness of my tongue, and hear her pleas for more.
By the time we make it to her house, I’m all kinds of wound up with tunnel vision and a stunning blonde standing at the end of it. This woman unravels me. She’s so far embedded in my skin that I wouldn’t be able to explain my feelings for her right now if I tried.
“You can show me around in the morning, princess.” I lift her into my arms and nearly come in my pants. “Bedroom. Now.”
Kicking the door closed behind us, I lay her in the center of her bed, and as the last light of the day shines through her windows, it gives me the shadows of her darkened eyes, the rise and fall of her chest, and legs that spread wide enough for me to climb on top of her.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I grate against her throat before taking a soft bite. “Once we start, we aren’t stopping until our bodies can’t fuck anymore.” I doubt I’ll want to stop even if my mind begs me to.
“God, Liam,” she moans, her hands pulling my shirt up. I reach around, yank it over my head, and toss it behind me. I don’t want to climb off her, but I do. I pull her up with me, trail the tips of my fingers down her neck and arms, and tug the hem of her shirt. She slowly peels it over her head, and I die a little. Her breasts are spilling over a black lacy bra, creamy white skin, hardened nipples. Damn perfection.
I slide down my gym pants, strip out of them, and stand in front of her with my cock in my hand. “Oh, God,” she moans.
“Pretty sure those same words came out of that mouth the first time, too.” I lift one corner of my mouth.
“They did.” I watch her with a bobbing throat when she unhooks her bra, her tits spilling free. I stroke my cock, ready to blow when she shrugs out of her jeans, grasps the elastic of the tiny little panties she has on, drags them down her legs, and exposes her neatly trimmed pussy, hands running down her stomach. And the naughty woman she is, she runs her finger straight up her slit.
“Motherfucker, Justice. Spread them.” I release my dick, grip her ankles, and dip my body and head right down to the spot I’ve dreamt about for years.
I groan when the tip of my tongue feels how ready she is for me.
Colliding my mouth with her opening, I fuck her with my tongue, adding a finger until she bows her back and her sweet juices explode into my mouth. I lap and suck, nip and bite until the veins in my balls string tight. If I didn’t want inside of her bad, I would keep my head buried here and have her screaming my name for the entire town to hear.
But I do. I want to fuck her until she can’t see straight. Until all she thinks about when she walks down the hallway, sits at her desk is how my dick feels.
“Where are you going?” she pants, her voice on the verge of panic.
“I need a condom.”
“No, you don’t. You’re clean and so am I.” I raise my brows even though I’m fairly certain she can’t see them. I know I’m clean. Had to confirm it with the NFL along with every other disease known to man when I signed.
“You sure?” I’m not questioning if she’s telling me the truth. I believe her. It’s just that I’ve never been inside this woman bare. It takes us to an entirely higher level. Trust. Something I fought over her not having in me when she walked away.
“The only thing I’ve been surer of in my life is I’ve never gotten over you, Liam Blake.” Christ.
“Same here, baby.”
Smirking, I lean over her, run my hands up her stomach, and palm her breasts, circling my thumbs over her nipples. Dipping my head, I bring one of them into my mouth and enjoy the pleasurable moans escaping her lips.
I haven’t begun to have my fill of her tits, but I’m not going to last much longer without having to release my aching balls if I don’t get inside of her.
Positioning myself over her, I grab my dick, and the feel of how wet she is nearly sends me over before I start to push inside.
“Years I’ve been dying to sink my cock back inside of you. You, your mind, every fucking inch of you are meant for me.” I close my eyes and press the rest of the way into her. I’m not lost anymore. I’m home. And it has never felt better.
“God, Liam,” she moans. I set a quick pace. Slow isn’t happening tonight.
A shudder escapes her, and I move faster in and out of her. I begin to sweat when I take her mouth, the way she feels with every pull and drag of my cock. Her tiny walls clench around me, gripping me so damn tight I could come.
My balls are aching, my cock is twitching, and my spine is tingling so damn badly. I need to come inside of her.
“Holy shit, you feel amazing,” she moans out, her hips thrusting up.
“Wrap your legs around me.” When she does, I hold her eyes through the dark. The deep connection between the two of us is still there. I reach down and press her clit; it’s as if I’ve triggered a bomb the way she shoots off the bed. Her back arches. Her cries are full of ecstasy. I rub her clit in slow, lazy circles. Her pussy constricts. My cock is screaming he can’t hold back. I pull up all of my control, needing her to come one more time on my cock before I let go inside of her.
Our bodies are covered in sweat, her nipples grazing across the hairs on my chest each time I slide back into her tight, sweet pussy. The smell of her sends me to drive into her hard and fast. I grasp a hold of one of those perky nipples and suck it deep into my mouth. I have no restraint left.
“God, you are incredible,” I murmur, picking up the pace for a few more drawn-out strokes until my willpower shatters. I grab her legs, unlatching them from around me, and lace them up over my shoulders. The angle is perfect, letting me sink deep inside of her.
“Liam.” Justice throws her head back, that blonde cascading everywhere.
It causes me to snap in half. My vision blurs as we become one. I slam into her over and over. Justice bites down on her lower lip. I remember that cue from long ago. My girl is about to coat my cock. I don’t stop pumping my hips into her while sneaking one hand to her clit. Our pace grueling and beyond out of control.
“Liam!” Justice screams the same moment her sweet pussy clenches my cock, and I fall right along with her.
My arm holding me up gives out, but I do my best not to slam down on her. We both struggle to catch our breath. Holy shit, nothing has ever been that wild and erotic before, not even our first time.
“Give me a sec. I think you just broke my dick.” I kiss the top of her shoulder.
She begins to laugh. Yep, my dick isn’t broken. The vibration of Justice’s laugh has my cock raging and ready for round two. I fall to her side tugging her close to me, not wanting to let go. This shit is unreal, and if I'm honest, I’m not ready to wake up from this dream.
“No cuddling yet, number eleven.” Justice continues rolling until she has me on my back. She straddles my middle, plants her palms on my chest, and sinks down on me.
“Ride it like you stole it.” I wink at her.
She moans, tossing her head back. I lean up and grab a fistful of her hair, tugging her head to the side until her neck is exposed to me. The greedy woman doesn’t stop riding me as I lick, suck, and bite at her flawless skin.
“Back.” She pushes on my chest. I obey and watch the woman who has always owned my heart take everything she needs from me.
Then I repay the favor.
11
Justice
A large, warm palm runs up and down the outside of my thighs. I push my hips up, not wanting the dream to end. I smooth my hand over Liam’s hair as he licks me into oblivion. Right as my core tightens and I’m about to tumble over the cliff, I open my eyes. The sensation is real.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, perching up on my elbows to stare down at Liam between my legs.
“Morning, baby.” He winks and then dips his head back between my legs.
It’s only a matt
er of thirty seconds, if that, before I’m pulling at his hair and screaming out his name over and over again. Liam climbs up my body, trapping me underneath him. I’m not shy about darting my tongue out and licking his lips until he opens for me. Morning orgasm, kiss, and Liam in bed with me was always my favorite thing to wake up to. Plus coffee.
“What was that all about?” I ask once he rolls to my side.
“Didn’t want to wake Sleeping Beauty.” He shrugs.
“So, you went downtown? Putting the face in place tends to wake a girl up.” I roll to my side, so we are facing each other.
Liam hitches a thumb over his shoulder. I lean up and peek at the clock.
“Shit!” I roll back only to be stopped. “I’m late. Son of a bitch like beyond late.”
“Calm down.” Liam rolls onto his back and pulls me to his chest. “We have twenty-five minutes to shower, grab a coffee and a protein shake.” Gross, I hate protein shakes. I’m not about to tell him that, though.
“My point exactly.” I struggle to get off him, but he doesn’t let go of me.
Instead, Liam sits up and then stands to stride to the master bathroom. He has us in the shower in a matter of seconds. His hands are all over me, lathering up the soap and running them everywhere. I return the favor, loving the feel of his skin underneath my palms. I’m running late, but it doesn’t stop me from sinking to my knees and taking care of him.
Once we are out of the shower, Liam tells me it’s completely acceptable to sport a side braid and a team hat the day after a game. He’s full of shit. I’m pretty sure of that, but I wasted any spare minutes on him in the shower.
After I’m finished getting ready, I round the corner to see Liam in the middle of my kitchen leaning on the island with a hand on his hip and his feet crossed at the ankle. I could easily wake up to this every single morning of my life. As I near him, he holds out a travel mug of coffee in one hand and a protein shake in the other.
