“That’s the idea,” I pant, twisting my hands into the rumpled sheets and squeezing around him again, reaching back to grip his thigh, rolling my hips to meet him stroke for stroke. “Let me feel it, Cam. Give it to me so I can watch you play tonight with your cum still inside me.”
Cam groans, fingers digging into my hip and his thrusts speeding up until he’s driving into me in rough, demanding strokes that light my entire body up. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he grits out. “This perfect fucking cunt. This ass.” His hand leaves my hip, and a second later he brings it down on my ass with a loudcrack, his hips never losing their rhythm as histhumb continues to stroke and circle and drive me fucking insane.
“Cameron,” I moan, panting as I fall to my elbows, my entire body shaking as I start to unravel. “I need…” I have no idea what I need, and even if I did, I don’t think I could say the words. I’m too far gone, pleasure overwhelming my senses as my release barrels closer.
“I know what you need,” he grunts, adding pressure with his thumb as every nerve ending in my body burns with the need for release. And when he spits on my hole, using it as lube to press his thumb deeper, breaching the tight ring of muscle, all the breath leaves my lungs, my eyes slamming shut as his thumb pushes the rest of the way inside.
We’ve played around with this before, but he’s never been this deep, and I wonder if pleasure this intense is survivable.
“Holy fuck,” Cam mutters, his hips never losing their punishing rhythm. “You look so good, baby. Taking me in both holes, my name on your back. I’m close, Wildcat. So fucking close.” Cam’s gasping words and his ragged breathing have my own pleasure soaring.
“Please don’t stop,” I plead. “I’m right there. Fuck,” I bite out as he hammers into me.
“I know,” he groans. “I can feel you clenching around my cock. Squeezing my thumb. Let go, Maddy. Give it to me.”
Cam reaches around to stroke my clit with his free hand and twists his thumb inside me, hurling me straight into oblivion. My entire body shakes, Cam’s name falling from my lips on a broken moan as pleasure shatters me into a million pieces. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I’m all pleasure and sensation and unbridled bliss as I ride the wave of my orgasm.
Cam’s thrusts grow jerky and uneven as he pulls his thumb out, gripping both of my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he hammers into me two more times before he’s curling his body over mine, a deep groan rumbling from his chest as his cockpulses inside me and he unleashes, sinking his teeth into my shoulder as he fills me up.
When we’re both wrung dry, Cam wraps his arms around me and we collapse sideways, my back against his chest as he tucks me in close to his body, burying his face in my neck so we can float back to earth together. We stay like that for a few minutes, or maybe it’s a few hours. I have no idea because time has no meaning when Cam’s arms are around me, our breathing evening out and his heartbeat matching the cadence of mine.
“Do you think that’ll counteract the bad juju you’ll get from sneaking into my hotel room on game day?” I ask, turning my head to press a kiss to his jaw.
Cam laughs, tipping my chin back to capture my mouth in a longer, far more satisfying kiss. “There’s no way anything about today could be considered bad juju. I’m wrapped around my girl, and in eight hours I’m playing in the Super Bowl. This is the best day ever.”
It is the best day ever. The past two weeks have been filled with best days ever.
Fuck, I love him so much.
The two weeks since the AFC Championship have been a dream. The Renegades won the game, and afterwards, I went home with Cam, Riley, and Ethan and stayed overnight. I’ve pretty much been there ever since, only going home to bring more of my clothes to Cam’s. The four of us were together for one wonderful week of regular life. Of breakfasts together and driving the kids to school. Of homework and dinners and movies on the couch before bedtime. Of spending nights in Cam’s bed—what feels like our bed now—wrapped around each other, whispering hopes and dreams about a future we’ve already begun. I got to hold Cam’s hand as we watched Riley rock the stage inMamma Mia, surrounded by Ethan, Cam’s mom, and my entire extended family, and it was one of the best days of my life.
When Cam had to leave for Super Bowl media week, I stayedwith Riley and Ethan and then flew with them down to New Orleans on Wednesday. The three of us have spent the last four days exploring, eating beignets at Café Du Monde, walking around the French Quarter, and making it our mission to find the weirdest, most insane souvenirs in the entire city. We had our palms read on Bourbon Street, went to a Voodoo and folklore museum, and did a ghost tour that scared the shit out of us all.
Cam joined us when he was free, and Lisa, my parents, Sophie, and Tyler’s family trickled in throughout the week, but for the majority of the time, it was just Riley, Ethan, and me, and it was perfect. I have a suitcase full of keychains, shot glasses, and ridiculous T-shirts, a phone full of pictures, and a head full of the sweetest, funniest, and best memories ever.
This morning when I was getting ready to head to the stadium, Cam knocked on my door, having snuck off the team floor to come to mine. He growled at me to keep the jersey on before throwing me onto the bed, playing my body like a fucking fiddle, and in a few hours, after I do my own job, I’m going to watch him play in the damn Super Bowl.
Life is freaking amazing.
Turning in his arms, I press a kiss to his neck before leaning back and taking him in. His stubbled jaw and his bright blue eyes, the softness there as he looks at me, and the love. So, so much love.
“It really is. I kind of wish we could stay here like this for the rest of the day.”
He pulls me closer, hooking a leg over both of mine and gliding a hand down my side and back up. He leans in to kiss my forehead and then draws back to look at me, stroking a hand over my hair. “Me too. But also not, because I want to watch you cheer for me with my name on your back, while you’re sitting with our families. I want to play in the Super Bowl knowing you’re there, and when we win, I want to kiss you under the confetti and celebrate with you and take you home, knowingthat we have the rest of our lives to look forward to. Football won’t always be a part of it, but you will.”
I stroke a hand over his face, studying him. “Are you thinking about retirement?”
He shrugs, looking unbothered by the question. “I’m thirty-four. I’ve played for thirteen seasons, which is so many more seasons than most guys get. I have two years left on my contract, and I’m hoping to play them out, but this contract is going to be my last. I love football. It’s given me so much.” He swallows hard as his eyes glaze over a little, his arms tightening around me. “It brought me back to life when I thought my life was ending, and I’ll always be grateful for that dream realized.” He smiles, stroking the back of his hand down my face. “But I have new dreams now. I want to be there for you and for my kids. I want to be a family and make memories together…and maybe have kids of our own someday.”
Emotion fills my chest at his words, knowing what it cost him to say them. “It’s okay if you decide that’s not something you want. I love Riley and Ethan, and if our family is just the four of us, that’s more than enough for me.”
He smiles, leaning in to kiss me. “I know. But I like the idea of having a baby that’s part of me and part of you. Giving Riley and Ethan a new sibling or two. A big family was always a dream of mine, and if you want it, I’d like to chase that dream with you.”
“I want it,” I say immediately. “I want everything with you.” I give him back the words he’s given me so many times, emotion swarming in his eyes as he brings his lips to mine.
“We should get moving,” he murmurs. “I have to get back before they realize I’m gone, and you have lots of anxious rookies who are going to need you.”
“Poor guys are scared shitless,” I say on a laugh, rolling us so I’m hovering over him, my knees straddling his thighs. “This is the big show.”
