We’re laying in bed when he pulls me close. “Thank you for being such a good sport tonight. I know my family can be a lot.”
“Archer, your family is just as ‘extra’ as mine.” I say completely serious. “Did you forget the over-the-top gender reveal party and the plague that followed after?”
“I hope there is no plague following this family get together.” He winces, I’m sure he’s remembering my prayers for death during that whole experience.
“I’m sure there won’t be; your niece and nephew are older and therefore typically have better immune systems.” I pray I’m right because I really don’t think my ego can handle another bout of the plague where Archer is stuck taking care of me.
??Chapter 39??
Elle
He kisses me and my brain immediately short circuits. It’s amazing how that happens. Our kisses turn deeper and more languid. His hands roam my body, taking off the threadbare t-shirt I opted to sleep in. His mouth never leaves mine as he works my body until I’m writhing under his touch. I’m aching for him in the best possible way. Breaking our kiss, I move on top of him and kiss my way down his body. Peppering kisses along his taught muscles before freeing his cock from his underwear. I take him in my mouth, and I hear him muffle his moan to keep from waking his family.
My jaw begins to ache when Archer says, “Fuck. Baby, I’m not going to last much longer.”
Taking that as my cue, I release him with a pop, kicking off my panties I sink down until he’s fully inside and wait a moment. I take him in. The way his hair is disheveled and his mouth stays agape, breathless. His eyes are crystal blue, looking over my face before indulging himself and looking at my tits. I smirk, I have never felt sexier than I do when I’m with him. Having a professional football player who is worshipped by the masses, worshiping you? It’s great for the ego.
I slowly begin to move, and he grips my thighs roughly. Beneath his beard, I notice his jaw clench. He’s ready to blow but he’s trying to hold off, he did warn me earlier. I continue to move slowly, trying to extend this moment for as long as possible. However, my body and desire ultimately win out and I ride him drawing pleasure from both of us. Tilting forward slightly to get that delicious friction, he watches intently as he hits that oh so sweet spot sending us both over the edge. We both muffle our cries of pleasure for fear of waking his family.
We lay together, our breathing slowly returning to normal. Archer gets out of bed and grabs a warm washcloth cleaning us both up and we both finally fall asleep.
Chapter 40
Archer
Ilove my family. I really do. They’re all amazing, wonderful people who shaped me who I am today. I wouldn’t be where I am today without them. But, holy fucking shit, I am relieved to be at The Den getting ready for the game. It’s not much quieter here, but at least the noise can be tuned out like a white noise machine.
I make my way to the athletic trainers’ office to get stretched out ahead of the game when my phone buzzes and I see a call from Georgia Harrison, DJ’s sister, and my realtor.
“I know you have a game coming up and I’m sorry to bother you at a time like this. But, you said to call as soon as I have a solid offer. I think you’ll like this one. They’re offering only five thousand below asking, contingent upon inspection, financing, the usual. They’re also good with the thirty-day closing timeline.”
“They’re fine with all the major appliances staying?”
“Yes. They’re also willing to cover their own closing costs; you’ll just be responsible for your end. Overall, I think this is a very clean offer, and with the short closing timeline, you’ll be free to move forward quickly.”
I think about it briefly before telling Georgia. “It all sounds good; please tell the buyers I accept their offer.”
“Perfect! I’ll send the paperwork over to you for your signature, and we’ll be officially under contract. Congratulations, you just sold your house!”
“Thanks Georgia. I really appreciate your help in all of this.”
“Thanks for agreeing to work with me.” Deej was right, she really is the best at what she does. This whole process has been quick and painless. “Good luck today with the game. Tell Deej the same too please.”
We hang up and I resume my pregame routine.
I check my phone one last time and see messages from my family. A video of my dad and brother doing their pre-game rituals. A photo of Grandma, Mom, Ellie and Mari all wearing variations of my jersey. Mom is wearing my high school jersey; Mari is wearing our away jersey and Elle is in the jersey I gifted her. My grandma, she’s wearing a jersey she made that is a patch work of all my jerseys. There’s my grade school jersey, my high school jersey, my college jerseys, and tying it all up is the Wolves’ orange and grey.
Smiling, I put my phone down and head to the tunnel with the rest of the team.
The tunnel is hot, claustrophobic, and humming with adrenaline. I can hear the crowd before I can see it. A deep thrumming that shakes through concrete. I can’t make out much but it’s a loud droning buzz that ignites my blood.
The light of the field is waiting. My teammates are pacing beside me, helmets on, pads creaking. Tyson jostles me with his shoulder. “Let’s give them hell.” He grins, teeth glinting in the dim light.
Then Garcia’s voice booms overhead: “And now - back at The Den, your Wolves!” His voice stretching ‘Wolves’ until it almost becomes a howl. The music hits. I take that one breath, the kind that is deep enough to burn.
And I run.
The noise hits like a tidal wave; 68,000 people cheering, flags whipping, cameras flashing. The music’s blaring, the cheer squad’s dancing, the sideline’s a blur of motion. But all I see for a moment is that green field stretching ahead. Tyson shouts something I can’t even hear over the noise, but it doesn’t matter; everyone I love is here. They’re here at The Den watching or out here on the field today.
