“Are you kidding me?” He stares at my chest. “I’mobsessedwith your body.” That’s true. He is.“One more good luck kiss? Please?” He gives me his best puppy dog eyes.
Unable to resist him, I grab his face, bring my lips to his, and give him one last long kiss he won’t soon forget. When we break, he’s in a bit of a daze, but I notice my father opens his hotel room door across the hallway. “Hi, Daddy,” I innocently say.
Daylen’s face lights up, not realizing my father is standing behind him. Tracing the tops of my breasts with his fingers, he says, “Ooh, I like it when you call me that. Iwasyour daddy this morning. Maybe I should take you over my knee and spank you.”
I can’t help but let out a laugh, but my father grumbles, “Humblecut!”
Daylen immediately pulls his hand away from my body, and his eyes widen in horror, but he doesn’t turn around, likely in fear.
Deciding to fuel the flames, I bop him on the nose and say, “You certainly were my daddy this morning, and I wouldlovefor you to take me over your knee. Maybe after the game tonight. Thanks for all the orgasms, baby.” I wink at him with a huge smile on my face. “Good luck. Love you.”
His eyes widen further, but I quickly close my door and leave him alone with my father. I happily look out the peephole and listen for voices. Daylen still hasn’t moved. My father looks murderous. “Humblecut, I’m going to fucking kill you this time.”
Daylen swivels his head from side to side a few times before taking off down the hallway in a dead sprint.
DAYLEN
“When the safety rotates down, rip the seam,” Coach yells at me while grabbing the cage of my helmet.
I nod and robotically say, “Yes, Coach.” Normally, I would have some silly, perverted response to that command, but in light of this morning’s activities, I decide to keep it clean. The Daddy thing was bad enough, but my witch of a wife had to go and fan the flames further. If I wasn’t scared for my life, I’d think it was funny, but I thought Coach was actually going to kill me this time around. Beau had to hold him back until he calmed down.
Coach is still grappling with my marriage to Kennedy. He knows I love her beyond comprehension, but I can understand that, as a father, having heard the things I’ve said and done for the past ten years, he would still struggle with it at times. I appreciate that he doesn’t want to hear about all the orgasms I give her.
Although sometimes I think how seamless and fantastic she and I are together freaks him out just as much as the thought of me touching her. Kennedy and I have something very special. We’re best friends and lovers. She’s my favorite person in the world. My marriage is exactly what I always hoped for. It’s the playful, fun, sweet, loving marriage my parents had.
She’s not due for another month, but she looks ready to pop. The doctor told us she could go at any time as the baby was quite large at our visit last week. I was torn on whether it was safe for her to come out here, but there was no stopping her. She didn’t want to miss my big day. And, honestly, I couldn’t be away from her.
I’ve been so afraid it would happen this week, when I was barely able to be with her due to team obligations and rules. After tonight’s game, I’m not leaving her side until that baby is born. I brought the baby’s first outfit with me just incase. I’m absolutely convinced I will win the bet. BJ thinks so too.
I run back onto the field to begin the third quarter. The first half saw a lot of offense on both sides for what has turned into a seesaw game.
Vance bangs his helmet with mine. “Let’s fucking do this.”
I nod. We both want our first Super Bowl ring more than anything. We’ve worked long and hard to get here. This is our moment.
We’re moving down the field, now sitting at our opponent’s thirty-five yard line for a third and ten. We need a first down here.
Vance calls the play, an eight-yard slant to me to the right side. The goal is for me to catch the quick, short pass and then muscle myself downfield a few more yards for a first down.
The ball is hiked, and I move across the field to get a step on my defender. Vance throws me the ball, and I catch it. Unfortunately, I’ve got three defenders hanging off my legs, trying to tackle me. Knowing I’m not going to get any extra yards, I toss the ball backward toward Champ for what is called a hook and ladder. Coach never calls this play because it’s risky, and he hates when I do it, but we need this first down.
Champ catches it and dodges defenders, running all the way down the field for a touchdown. I sprint toward him with my hands in the air, screaming in celebration.
He and I do our special handshake before heading off the field toward our sideline. Coach is scowling at me. “That’s the second time today you almost gave me a heart attack.”
I smile. “Love you too, Coach. I can call you Daddy if you prefer,” I offer.
He narrows his eyes at me, but I chuckle. “Too soon?” I ask.
His lips and fingers twitch to beat me senseless, but I know he won’t on national television.
The second half progresses similarly to the first, with bothsides putting on an offensive display, trading touchdowns on nearly every drive. After a miracle play by Beau on defense, we’ve got the ball back with less than a minute on the clock, down by three. I can physically see all the pressure Vance is feeling right now. Games tend to fall on the shoulders of the quarterback, but he’s having a great game. We just need to finish it with things going our way.
An option play is called, meaning Vance will read the defense and decide which person to throw the ball to. I’ll be the downfield, winning touchdown option. The safe play is a short pass to Champ or one of our receivers for a few yards, where we would kick a field goal to tie it, and then head into overtime.
Vance tends to play it safe at times. Too safe in my opinion. I’m going to have multiple defenders covering me, and he’s going to be afraid to throw it to me, fearing losing the game.
I look at Coach on the sideline, and he nods at me. He wants us to go for broke. I mouth to Vance, “Just throw it to me.” I silently communicate that I don’t care what I have to do, I’ll catch this ball no matter what.
