“You’re still planning on coming out after the postseason?”
I frowned. “Yeah, why? You think I shouldn’t?”
“I don’t know what’s best. I guess we’ll take it one day at a time. See how it goes.”
“How what goes? Fallon, I’m not sure you realize this is it for me—youareit. I’m not leaving you.”
His head hung low. “I never wanted to force you to have to make a choice between me and your career.”
I framed his face between the palms of my hands. “There is no choice. No matter what, no matter when, I choose you. First, last, and always.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Fallon
Two months later, postseason madness had reached a fever pitch. The Kings had ended the season with only four losses out of the seventeen games and had won their division title. On Sunday they were playing for the conference championship. With the team pretty much traveling every other week, I hadn’t seen Patrick for more than a quick kiss hello in the evening and another good-bye in the morning. Practices were intense and long, and the media coverage was chaotic.
Conference championships were in Portland, and Patrick had asked me to come. My automatic response was to decline, but he continued to push me to change my mind. That morning, I watched as he was getting ready to leave . It was early, six a.m., and the car was coming to pick him up and take him to Teterboro, from where the Kings’ jet would fly them across the country. For a regular game, the team would normally fly out a day or so early, but there was nothing normal about the NFL postseason. Years ago, I’d learned that was a whole separate animal, and Patrick had been tapped to make commercials for the games and some of his sponsors. It did give me a bit of a thrill every time I saw him on television, knowing he was mine.
“It’s not like you’re going to be the only assistant there. Lots of the guys have their close friends, families, and my parents willbe there too.” He stood in his briefs and no shirt, his travel outfit waiting for him on the valet, where I’d hung it the night before.
That made me smile. “I know. Your mom’s been texting me. I figured you put her up to it.”
His brows drew together. “No, I swear I didn’t. They really care about you.”
It was tempting. I did enjoy spending time with Lori and Don and learning more about a younger Patrick. I never got the feeling they were putting up with me for Patrick’s sake.
“Make sure you have everything. Take one last look.”
“The only thing missing will be you.”
He knew saying things like that would get to me. Sensing my weakening, Patrick put his arm around me. “It would mean a lot to me to have you there, supporting me.” His demanding lips met mine. “Knowing you’re there helps me. It’s like I can feel your good vibes. I’m going to let you know I’m thinking about you when I take the field. So you can feel me with you. Like an invisible string connecting us.”
God, how could I say no to that? “Okay,” I whispered and kissed him back, hungry, but understanding this was as close as we’d get to be for the next few weeks. Not all coaches believed in no sex prior to big games, but Coach Jackson was one of those who did, and being this close to Patrick, smelling and tasting him without being able to do anything more, was torture.
“Good.” He pinched my ass, then cupped it and held me close, and I could feel how hard he was.
“Patrick, don’t you have to go soon?” But my words sounded weak even to me.
“Not being able to have you for two weeks? I’m ready to go right now.” He wet his thumb and slipped his hands past thewaistband of my sweats. I gasped as his finger entered me and moaned as he worked it in and out.
“Patrick, God.” The thick bulge of his cock dragged against mine, and we bucked our hips. Through the fire of lust building up inside me, I decided to try something new and pushed his briefs down, giving me access to tease his hole with the tip of my finger.
“What the—oh, fuck,” he groaned, and with his finger buried deep in my ass, he came, his cock jerking and spurting. Seeing him so lost in his climax sent me over the edge, and I hung on to him as my orgasm crashed through me.
“What the hell was that?” he murmured once we were both able to catch our breath and speak.
“I figured I’d give you something to think about on the plane ride. Looks like you enjoyed it.”
“Yeah. I did.” He kissed me. “Now I have to shower again,” he grumbled.
“Hey, it’s your fault. You started it. Besides,” I added as we stripped out of our sticky clothes. “We can do it together. Save water and all that jazz.”
“I love having an environmentally conscious boyfriend.”
**
“Fallon, Fallon, we’re here.” From the corner of the luxury suite, Lori waved to me. The Kings had a private box that could hold up to thirty people, and Patrick had asked for us to be included with some of the other team families as well as Kings management. At the Kings’ stadium, Dev had bought his own box, and I made a note to ask him if he wanted to sell it to Patrick.
