My eyes widen and I let her leg fall when I realize what I said. And before I can wonder if I actually said it, or if I can take itback—because what kind of fucking jackass says I love you for the first time during sex—Gabi stops moving.
“Gabi…I…”
I’m scrambling, trying to figure out how to take it back—I seem to do that a lot with this woman—but I can’t get another word out.
Because Gabi’s hands are around my neck, and she’s pulling me into her so hard I think I might crush her.
I quickly roll her to her side so we’re facing each other, knowing how uncomfortable she’s been now that her stomach is really starting to pop, but our lips never disconnect until Gabi slightly pulls away.
“I love you, Maddox. I love you so much it’s crazy.”
Those are the last words either of us speak—well, the last coherent words—because with her admission, the dam breaks. Our kisses become hard, but not desperate. It’s like we’re trying to make sure we seal our words with a kiss so intense, so passionate, that neither of us will forget this moment.
Like I ever could.
“Come here,” I mumble out, scooping her into my arms so I can adjust us to the end of the bed. “I need to feel you under me.”
“Yes,” she moans as I stand on the floor with Gabi at the edge of the bed, adjusting her legs around me.
“Are you okay? Do you need a pillow?”
She shakes her head. “No. I just need you.”
Those are the final words I hear before I bury myself inside her. Her back arches slightly as I start thrusting in and out, her hands grabbing onto my biceps so hard they’ll leave a mark. Good. I want her to mark me. I want to take that with me into camp. That way, when I see her nail marks on my skin, I’ll think of this. I’ll think of our eyes connected, never wavering as I fuck her with every ounce of love and feeling I have for her. I’ll remember her tits bouncing and her stomach hitting mine. I’llremember how it took me a matter of minutes to send my girl, and me, into orbit.
But most important, I’ll remember hearing those three little words for the very first time.
“So, what are the next few months going to be like?”
I thought Gabi had fallen asleep on my chest, and I was two seconds away from joining her. “In terms of?”
“Football. Your schedule,” she says, her fingers tracing absentmindedly on my bare chest. “Wait, am I a WAG now?”
“Damn right you are,” I say as I kiss the top of her head. “Speaking of, I need to get you a jersey.”
“Maybe get it in a size up,” she says as she rubs her stomach. “I swear, every day a new pair of pants doesn’t fit.”
“I’ll get you every size you want. And one in every baby size for Tiny Tot.”
That makes her smile. “Put that in your baby to-do notebook, but for after camp.”
“Noted,” I say. “But the season is actually pretty predictable. Camp is a beast in itself.”
“And I’m really not going to see you for a month?”
“Except for when I FaceTime you, which is going to be every night,” I say. “The Fury used to stay in town for camp, but players wouldn’t take it seriously. When Coach McAvoy gothired, he moved camp to a college campus a little bit outside of town so we have to stay in a hotel the Fury rents out for the month. Some guys apparently hated it at first, but it’s worked really well. We bond together. Focus completely on football. It’s part of the reason why we’re the best.”
“Then that’s what you do,” she says as she leans in for a kiss. “And the season?”
“Season is the easy part. Games, mostly on Sundays. Off on Mondays. Light days that consist mainly of meetings on Tuesdays. Full practices Wednesday and Thursday. Light day Friday. Travel or meetings and a walk through on Saturday. Game Sunday. Rinse. Repeat. The only way it deviates is if it’s a bye week or if we play on Thursday or Monday.”
“Good to know,” she says, but I can tell by her telltale bouncing eyes that something is going on in her head.
“Gabrielle…”
She knows she’s been busted by the tone of my voice. “You know I’m not the person to bug you for every little thing.”
“I do. I wish you’d bug me more about things. I don’t know if you’ve realized this about me, but I’m a pretty make-things-happen kind of guy.”
