I take a moment to absorb the excitement surrounding me.
Absorb what this win means.
For the first time in history, the LA Sharks are in the championship finals.
We receivethe news that Byron arrived on time, and Giana gave birth to a little girl, Adelaide.
Byron never shared the inspiration for her name, but since it’s where Brandon lives in Australia, he would have some motivation for his reason.
The celebrations continued at the team’s function room, and I spent the night talking to corporate sponsors while avoiding Walter.
Brandon left early, exhausted, and headed to mine. I’m ready to join him, but expect him to be asleep after speaking with his parents so they can fly out next week to watch theplayoffs live. I alert Dwayne I’m ready to leave, and he escorts me to my car, driving me home, where he speaks with my home security. All security measures have intensified around the players and staff.
We enter the secure underground parking garage, and he speaks on his mic to his team. Then, we take the elevator to the second level. My home is dark, except for a few dim lights from appliances. I switch on the light, fill my water glass, and take something for the dull throb in my head.
Dwayne strolls through the house, checking each room and the security on his phone. The history shows the only person to enter the grounds was Brandon and that was hours ago.
“Get some rest,” I tell Dwayne. His dark eyes defy me, but inside my fortress, I’m safe. After quietly closing the door to my bedroom, I strip down, climb under the sheets, and lay close enough to Brandon without waking him.
I have no recollection of time, but the morning light is streaming through the drapes, blowing gently in the breeze. Brandon is standing on my balcony, looking out over LA. He has a glass with what I assume is some sort of healthy shake.
I groan and roll over. The moment my mind drifts back to sleep, soft lips caress my neck.
“Hey, sleepyhead. It’s time to get up.”
“Says who,” I groan out.
He slides in beside me and pulls my back to his front. “Let me rephrase that. It’s time to get up you.”
A sleepy giggle bubbles out of me. “Always the romantic.”
“You’re picky today. I could just say,Wake up, princess. I want to fuck you senseless.”
I slide my legs apart. “A little better.”
“We’re celebrating little Adelaide.”
My eyes fling open. “Excuse me?”
He is on his knees, stroking his cock. “Going to practice making babies. I’m going to fill you up with little Brandons.”
I burst out laughing. “Stop. This is not a turn-on.”
He drops between my thighs, caressing my clit with his tongue. “How about this?”
I slam my arm down on the bed, arching my back as Brandon pushes his fingers inside me while he sucks on my clit.
“Yes.” It’s all I can manage, leaving the rest in his capable hands… and mouth.
36
CHARLOTTE
The offices are buzzedon Monday, preparing for the championships’ home games. I’ve been in meetings with the league and special events, and I’ve made sure every step is aligned with Philadelphia. They’re coming into the championships as favorites, and it suits us fine.
Coach has multiple media appointments, and I can assist him with some of them. Not all. I’m still being asked questions about Brandon and my relationship, and it’s not where I want the attention to center leading up to the finals.
Knock, knock.
