Page 137 of The End Zone


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I crook my finger at her. “Come here, you tease. I have more arguments to show you.”

She giggles as she runs to me.

I grasp her by her waist and slam my mouth on hers, kissing her long and hard until her lips are swollen and glistening.

“Is that a yes?”

“Maybe.”

I slap her ass playfully as my cock has begged to get inside of her since she appeared in the bathroom. I back her in the shower stall and, sneaking my hands behind her thighs, I lift her up.

“My cock has already moved in.”

“You’re crazy,” she moans.

“About you.”

I bring her to orgasm two more times, and she gives in, saying yes before she pushes me out of the bathroom, calling for a time-out.

I smirk like the proud and in love man that I am.

Freshly dressed, I watch her head swaying from left to right in the walk-in closet.

“Change whatever you want. This place is our place,” I offer.

She pokes her head out. “You’re going to regret this.”

“That would be impossible.”

I kiss her temple, inhaling her scent. She’s home. It’s not a place, it’s her.

“See you later when I’ll help you bring your stuff in.”

She arches a brow, smiling. “Quite determined, aren’t we?”

I pin her with an intent look, wanting her to realize how serious I am about her and my intentions. “Always for what I want.”

I head to the stadium for practice, preparing myself for the news of my benching break.

I thought I’d be more nervous, but I have a bounce in my step and a smile on my face. That is whipped off when I meet Coach in the hallway.

He takes one look at me and sighs. “I don’t even want to know why you look happy when you’re in deep shit.”

He’ll be my father-in-law one day, after all.

Catching up with him, the words rush out of me. “I’m still not sorry, coach. I love Lilly with all of me. I’m not asking this from my coach, but from a man. Give me the chance to prove it to you.”

He drags a hand down his face, eyeing me harshly, but then the hard look slips.

“You’ll get only one chance with my daughter. Do we understand each other?”

I dip my chin in acknowledgement, eager to prove to him I am the right man for Lilly. “Yes.”

“And if you don’t give it your all on the field…”

“I will. I promise.” It’s a promise I will keep. Now that my personal life is finally where I want it to be, I can.

“So, what did you decide to say?” he asks.