Evan finishes his sandwich and cleans up the kitchen. Then he takes my hand, “Will you stay with me tonight? I have to get up early for work, but you can stay and sleep in if you want.”
“I was hoping you’d ask me to stay,” I say with a wink, taking his hand. “I’ll take you up on the offer to sleep in. I have a team meeting at ten and then I’ll work out for a few hours, but I have no desire to get up at six with you.”
Evan smiles as he pulls me into the bedroom then we get undressed. He snuggles up against me and I relax into him.Homeis the last thought I have as I doze off for the night.
FIFTEEN
EVAN
We’re three games into the season. I worked the first game, making sure food and drink service ran smoothly. Last week, the team was in California, so I had the weekend off. It was nice to have a break, but I missed spending my free time with Isaac.
Working six days a week for the past month has been brutal. It’s left me completely exhausted. The apartment is a mess and Isaac and I haven’t had near enough time together. Between his practice and travel schedule and my hours, we might as well be acquaintances. Good thing we make the most of the time we have together. He’s spent many nights at my house, but we’re like an old married couple–dinner and an early bedtime. We Facetime every night we don’t get to see each other.
I have an amazing staff, and all my new employees are trained, so it’s time for me to back off a little. My plan for the next few weeks is to work from home on Monday and at the stadium Tuesday through Friday. Then come in early onSunday to help get things prepared for the game and enjoy watching the game from the employee box in case I’m needed. Unless he’s traveling, Isaac has Monday off with the exception of a workout and a team meeting. Maybe this adjustment in my schedule will afford us some more time together.
I’m shutting down my computer, so I can head to the employee box when there’s a knock on the office door. I dread answering it because it’s likely an issue with one of the restaurants or bars, which means I’ll be working instead of watching my man on the field. I hate that I missed his first game and had to watch the second one alone in my apartment.
As slowly as possible I drag my feet to the door. When I pull it open, Isaac is standing on the other side, half dressed for the game minus the shoulder pads and jersey. He pushes me into the office and kicks the door closed behind him. His lips are on mine before I have a chance to register what’s happening. My head is swimming as I get lost in the feel of his tongue against mine.
Too soon, he breaks the kiss, “I only have a minute. I snuck off after my warmup, but I had to see you before the game. My ass will be in deep shit if anyone realizes I disappeared this close to kick off.”
“I’m glad you stopped by,” I respond breathlessly. “But go before you get in trouble.”
He ignores me and continues talking. “I brought you something.” He smiles, handing me a small, wrapped box.
I tear into the wrapping paper. When it comes to presents, I’m like a kid on Christmas. I love gifts–giving and receiving. When I pull the lid off the box, I find a Dolphins’ jersey. I hold it up, revealing the name Flores and the number 63 on the back.
“I thought you might want to wear it to the game.”
“I’m wearing it to every game from now on!”
I toss the packaging on the ground then pull off my Dolphins T-shirt and replace it with Isaac’s jersey. I have several Dolphins shirts and I keep thinking about buying a jersey with Isaac’s name and number, but by the time I leave the office at night, I’m too tired to go shopping.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. It looks good on you,” Isaac all but growls.
The white compression shirt he wears under his jersey hugs every taut stomach and chest muscle. Slowly, I rub my hands over each muscle, reveling in the feel of his hard chest. Damn, I love this man’s body. Leaning in, I kiss his neck then ear. He lets out a moan that’s a mix of pleasure and frustration and it spurs me on. I lick his ear as one hand curls in his short, brown hair and the other crawls down his chest, lower and lower until I reach his cock only to be met with hard plastic. Fuck. I forgot about the cup. I decide to go a different route and snake that hand around his waist, squeezing his tight ass while my lips find his. I push my tongue inside and deepen the kiss while my other hand drifts to his ass, pulling him close so he can feel my hardness against his leg. Then I start rubbing on him, slow at first then faster. I can’t believe I’m rubbing myself off on his leg.
Isaac groans then grabs my hair pulling gently before pushing me back while taking his own step backwards. His breathing is heavy, and his entire face is flushed. He reaches down and adjusts himself the best he can in those exquisitely tight pants and a cup.
“We have to stop or I’m going to miss the game,” he growls.
“Is there a problem?” I ask in my most innocent voice.
“You know exactly what you’re doing to me.”
I smirk at him, “Yeah, payback’s a bitch.” I shrug then turn away and take a few steps as if dismissing him.
Two steps later, Isaac grabs my arm and spins me toward him. “You’ve been waiting for a moment like this for over a month?” he questions, sounding as impressed as he is frustrated.
“Hmm, you remember.”
“I remember everything you’ve said from the moment I met you.”
When I don’t respond with anything other than a smirk, Isaac growls again, running a hand through his hair. “This isn’t over. Wait until I get you home tonight.”
“Is that a promise or a threat?” I challenge.
