As though my body was built to know exactly what he needs, it releases, the most mind-altering orgasm slamming into me without so much as a warning. Myback arches, and I turn my head into the pillow, a string of muffled curses falling from my lips while I shatter. I contract and spasm violently around him, tearing a loud howl from his chest as he drives deep one last time. Thick, hot ribbons of cum pulse from his body, filling me so completely that I can practically taste him on the back of my tongue.
I’m still lost in the fog when he finally relaxes, keeping himself buried inside me while subtle aftershocks pass between us. I’ve never been so satisfied in my entire life, every one of my limbs still buzzing as the rush of pleasure slowly fades away.
“Mine,” he whispers, his fingers splaying over my stomach protectively. My heart twists with emotion, tears pricking at the backs of my eyes because I wish nothing more than for that to be true. My daughter deserves a man like Theo in her life, and although I’ve messed up and haven’t always made the best choices, I’d like to think I do, too. Even if it’s not in the way I long for.
Raising my hand to cover his, I close my eyes, imagining the most perfect family. A real, loving home, where nobody ever wonders if they’re enough because they’re told each and every day that they are. I never had that as a child, but in these moments with Theo, I can almost feel what it’s like to be truly loved just as I am. And I’m endlessly thankful to him for that.
“Yours,” I echo softly. “Only yours.”
TWENTY-ONE
THEO
There’snothing like the roar of a home crowd on game day. The way each step toward the end of the tunnel brings another rush of adrenaline, until I’m a live wire that’s ready to explode onto the field. It’s why we play the game, putting our bodies on the line week after week in search of a victory.
But today is different. The chants and cheers are louder, the grass is greener, and my hunger to win is more insatiable than ever—becauseshe’s here.
It’s week nine of the regular season, and I finally talked Finley into coming to a Renegades game. I know she’s been doing her best not to feed into the media speculation, which has been running rampant since our trip to the maternity boutique three weeks ago. She’s still concerned with my reputation and people gossiping about whether or not the baby is mine, but as I’ve told her a hundred times before, I don’t give a single fuck. In fact, I hope they do think that…because I wish she were, too.
I haven’t stopped thinking about the way it felt to hear Finley beg for me to breed her. The heady mixture of hormones and emotions that blazed throughout my body as the desperate plea left her lips was otherworldly, causing me to go completely feral until I was sure that every drop of my cum had been emptied inside her.
I understand biology, and I’m fully aware that it’s not possible to get her pregnant twice at the same time, but something shifted between us that day—at least, that’s how it felt for me. It wasn’t just two bodies coming together for pleasure like we had in the past. It was an act of possession. Aclaiming. I made them mine, and now there’s no way in hell that I’m letting go.
“You ready to put on a show for your girl?” Jett says, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face as he fastens his chin strap. “Maybe if you pull in a pick six, she’ll pet your Boner later.”
“I hate you,” I deadpan. “I hope you know that.”
He chuckles. “No, you don’t.”
“Who’s hosting dinner tonight?” Maddox cuts in as he sidles up beside us. “Kingsley says he’s out of the rotation forever, so someone needs to volunteer.”
Jett turns his head like the goddamn exorcist, eyes wide as they practically burn a hole through our quarterback. “Maybe if my fiancée hadn’t found a dried puddle of jizz on the guestroom carpet, we wouldn’t have to prohibit you horny fucks from entering our home.”
Maddox’s head rears back, a dramatic hand lying across his chest as though he’s appalled by what hejust heard. “Why are you looking at me?” he gasps. “It wasn’t mine. Emmett and Stella were also upstairs that night, so maybe you should point your judgy finger in his direction. Come to think of it”—his eyes narrow on me—“I’m pretty sure Theo was up there, as well.”
I scoff. “Yeah, you caught me. I got so turned on by my near-death experience that I immediately had to rub one out. My bad.”
It seems like just yesterday we were meeting Stella for the first time, even though it’s been nearly a year. She had just started caring for Austin after his surgery, and he talked her into accompanying him to our end-of-season dinner at Jett and Bailey’s. None of us knew about her history with Emmett, which is why I was caught off guard when he followed us upstairs and had me by the throat within seconds. Thankfully, he calmed down when he realized that the interaction was completely innocent, allowing Stella to pull him into an empty bedroom where they eventually reconciled. But I heard a lot of moaning and grunting coming from behind another door that night, and the voices definitely belonged to Maddox and Liv.
“Whatever,” Maddox relents. “I’ll host again.”
We iron out the details, agreeing to meet around six for dinner, then to watch the prime-time game. I’m not sure if we’ll even stay for all of it, since Fin’s feet have been swelling and aching when she’s on them for long periods of time. I’m sure a fun night out followed by a long soak in the tub—and me burying my face between her thighs—will fix her right up.
Fingers crossed on that last one. I’m insatiable when it comes to my girl.
We go through warm-ups, and the game kicks off, starting with the Renegades on offense. I try to stay focused on the sideline, but I can’t stop my gaze from wandering up toward the WAGs’ suite every now and then. There’s a glare off the glass, making it impossible to see inside, but just knowing Finley is up there cheering me on has my stomach flipping with excitement. She’s the closest thing to a steady girlfriend I’ve had since making it to the pros, and I have to say that I understand why my teammates play so much better when their significant others are here. Not only do I feel more relaxed because I can get to her quickly if she needs me, but I also want her to be proud to walk out of this stadium with me later.
To me, that’s better than all the trophies and rings this career has to offer. I can’t think of a single thing that could be more fulfilling than strutting out of this motherfucker someday with Finley on one arm and a beautiful baby girl in the other, and I’ll be damned if I don’t give her every reason to want that, too.
FINLEY
“You were amazing,” I say to Theo as he pulls out of the players’ parking lot. The game was a blowout, ending in a twenty-one to zero Renegades win over New York. I’ll be honest…it was rough at first, since I’ve never seen him get hit in person. It took him popping back up unharmed after what looked to be several brutal collisions—and Livvy explaining the science behind their pads and helmets—before I was able to watch without wanting to throw up. But by the end, I was a proper fan, screaming and slapping on the plexiglass every time one of them made a big play.
“Thank you, Mama,” he replies, a pink blush creeping up his cheeks as he reaches for my hand. “I’m glad you had fun. I hope you’ll come again.”
“I’d love to.” I can’t stop the smile that tugs at my lips when I remember how excited he was to find me standing outside the locker room with the girls. I didn’t even care that there were cameras around as he hugged me, then turned his attention to my belly before asking the baby if she saw his interception. I’m sure photos of that moment will be front-page news on a bunch of gossip sites tomorrow, but whatever. It was the cutest thing—and if he isn’t worried about it, I probably shouldn’t be, either.
The ride is short, and before I know it, we’re pulling down the driveway that leads to Maddox and Livvy’s place. It’s a beautiful home, with its rich exterior and perfectly manicured lawn, a row of in-ground lighting leading to a set of wide, brick steps. Theo keeps a protective hand on my lower back as we climb them, dropping a soft kiss to the top of my head when I reach out to ring the doorbell.
