“Now, baby. Come with me.” Our bodies frantically pick up pace for a few seconds before we both yell out, both completely falling over the edge with one another. I’ve had a lot of sex in my life, but none as good as it is with Abby and I know it’s because I’m so madly in love with her.
* * *
One more hour until we touchdown in Miami and we’re officially on the clock for the game. I know the whole city is going to be wild just because the Super Bowl is made into a whole week's worth of events for the fans to experience. Honestly, the shit they have lined up sounds pretty cool and if we weren’t under strict instruction to keep a low profile this week then I’d be out at a lot of the events.
“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.” I lean over to Nate as we land. His eyes barely open as the wheels hit the runway. “You never sleep on flights. What’s keeping you up?” I grab my bag and stand up.
Nate stretches and yawns. “Sex.”
I’m almost choking on my own saliva at his reply. Yeah, it’s no secret he gets around, I just wasn’t expecting that candid of an answer.
“I’ve been having a lot of good fucking sex.” His mouth curves into a smile and we both walk off the plane over to the buses waiting.
Driving to the hotel where we are staying is surreal. I can’t even believe this is happening right now. It’s obviously something I’ve wanted my whole life, but to actually know it’s within my grasp, that I’m this close to holding a Lombardi trophy, getting to call myself a Super Bowl Champion… I’m getting fucking emotional just thinking about it.
Liam and Chase seemed to have squashed whatever they had lingering from that locker room incident a few weeks ago because I see them both deep in conversation as I walk in the doors of the conference room at the hotel. We’re having a meeting with the team and I’m expecting it to be the usual pre-game speech, but with some added seriousness considering the arena we’re in. Coach Aarons gets emotional as he talks about how far the team has come, how proud he is and how he feels confident about our team going into this game. It’s a heartfelt speech but with a good piece of fire at the end to really pump us up.
The game is still a few days away, so Abby won’t be coming down until Friday. She said she took a personal day so she and Mia can drive down and they are staying at Summers for the weekend. All three of the girls will be coming to the game on Sunday and she also mentioned that if we were able to come to Summer’s bar on Friday night for drinks, that’s where she’d be. I know Coach probably wouldn’t want us drinking, so I definitely won’t be taking any chances on being benched for the biggest game of my career, but I’ll definitely take the opportunity to see my girl.
“Look at us! Another road trip under our belt!” Mia swings her door open as we pull into the parking spot at Summer’s apartment. I get up and stretch my legs because a five hour drive with only one stop is not ideal for my bones.
Ford and I took advantage of every spare second we had last week to be with each other since we knew it would be impossible this weekend. I’m still sore in just about every place you can think of, but it was worth it.
Thankfully, Summer is only on the second floor, so there aren’t a million stairs we need to climb since her complex doesn’t have an elevator. I’ve been so spoiled living with Chase and having elevators at my beckon call.
“Hi!” Summer’s bright smile welcomes us as she opens the door and naturally, has a pitcher of margaritas in her hand.
“Don’t you work tonight?” I say reaching in for a hug after we walk in.
“Yes, but you girls don’t, so these are for you!” Mia wastes no time taking Summer up on the offer and grabs a glass from the kitchen to pour herself one.
“So how excited is Chase? He’s probably flipping the fuck out. Remember when we were like fourteen and he was going on and on about being in the Super Bowl one day? God, I thought he was being so annoying. Guess I owe him an apology.” Summer’s legs kick over the couch as we all get comfortable and settle in. I could definitely use a nap if I’m planning on going anywhere tonight.
“We still haven’t talked a ton, but it’s been better. I know he’s so excited though.” I pull my phone out, wanting to text Ford that we’ve made it.
“He’s still giving you the cold shoulder? What the hell, it’s been over a month.” Sighing while scrolling through my phone, I nod my head at her.
“I know… like I said it’s better. I still have no clue how he and Ford are though. Ford doesn’t tell me anything and I don’t ask.” Knowing that Chase is shitty to Ford won’t do me any good, so I’d rather just not ask and not know whether they get along at practices or not.
After Summer fills us in on her latest date from hell, I take up residence in my old bedroom and decide to actually try and nap. I told Ford we got here safe and sound and he confirmed that he would be able to come by tonight, but only for a little while and he wasn’t drinking. Summer said she mentioned it to Chase too so he will be out as well. Before I can form any more thoughts in my head, my eyes close and I drift to sleep.
A hand in my hair stirs me awake and I instantly want it to be Ford, but once I open my eyes, it’s Mia standing over me with giant curlers in her hair and string cheese hanging out of her mouth.
“Come on. Get up. It’s time to get ready!” Her voice feels so loud in my still sleepy state even though I know she’s speaking in her normal tone.
“I need to shower. When do you want to leave?” Mia is pulling out the clothes she brought with her and laying them on the bed to choose what to wear.
“When Summer left, she said it’s about twenty minutes away and to get there around nine, so I guess we could leave in an hour or so.”
That gives me plenty of time to shower and get ready to go hang out at my old stomping ground.
The Uber pulls up toMJ’s Bar, where Summer works and where we used to hang out all the time when we were in college. A pit forms in my stomach at the very real possibility of running into someone I know, someone I’d rather not see. My black heels feel heavy as I walk up to the sidewalk, and it suddenly feels like the black cropped tank top I’m wearing is suffocating me as I try to take deep breaths. I can’t remember the last time I was here, but it would have been when I was dating Andrew.
“Oh, don’t you two look gorgeous!” Summer’s voice carries from behind the bar. She has the exact personality of someone you’d want as a bartender at your business. Bubbly, flirty, fun, but also takes no shit so when people get rowdy, she isn’t afraid to put them in their place.
Mia and I take a seat at the bar and order beers while we wait for the guys to show up. I try to do a quick scan of the room to make sure I don’t see any familiar faces and thankfully, so far so good.
Mia’s dress looks like it was tailor made for her. It makes her legs look ten times longer than they are and it’s this navy blue color, which looks so pretty on her tanned skin and against big loose curls. If I would’ve had time, I would have curled my hair too, but alas, I chose a nap so straight hair it is. No regrets.
