His neck is corded, his head tipped back as he gives into the pleasure. Cum erupts from his cock, and he was obviously so turned on by putting his mouth on my pussy that it nearly made him have an orgasm in his pants.
Why is that the sexiest thing ever?
I have no clue, but I’m so turned on right now that I want his mouth back on me. I want his fingers driving back into my pussy while his tongue swirls around my clit, giving me everything he has to give.
My God. There’s no way I’m going to be able to wait nine more days for the main event.
CHAPTER 34: Ford Bradley
Best Man
When I walk out of my bedroom in my practice apparel on Friday morning, I find Tatum sitting on the floor near the tree. She’s wearing some ridiculous pajamas with reindeer wearing Santa hats, and she has the lights on the twinkle-blinking setting. She’s sipping from a mug of hot chocolate as she stares down at the boxes under the tree.
There are only a few. It’s certainly not the spectacle the Bradley Christmas mornings were, back when there were at least ten presents per kid, all bought and wrapped by assistants and hired help. We didn’t know it back then, but even if we had, I don’t think we would’ve cared.
I care about what’s under this tree, though.
The woman I love, for one thing.
“Merry Christmas,” she says. “Just so you know, I’m starting the day with your McGillicuddy’s.”
I chuckle. “I’d join you, but I have practice in an hour.”
She makes a pouting face, and I laugh.
“Open that one,” I say, nodding to the small box directly beside her.
She tears the paper off, and when she flips open the little box, she stares at the contents inside before she glances up at me, her eyes shining.
“This is gorgeous, Ford.”
She takes the necklace out of the box it’s nestled in, and she holds it up to inspect it. It’s a silver chain with a delicate pendant on the end, a diamond outline of a dolphin shape. She immediately puts it on.
“I love it. That was so sweet of you.” She stands, and I meet her halfway to press a soft kiss to her lips. “Your turn!” She grabs a box and shoves it at me, and I chuckle.
I open it, and it’s a bottle of McGillicuddy’s—the big size.
“I figured I’ve gone through probably a bottle of this shit all on my own, so you deserved a new one.”
I laugh. “That was very thoughtful.”
We each open a few more gifts, and the final one is a large one hiding in the back that she got for me. I can’t begin to imagine what it is, but when I open it, I can’t help but laugh even as the meaning hits me.
“This is amazing,” I say, studying the two-by-three-foot canvas print that’s clearly a screenshot from the viral video where I proposed to her while dolphins danced behind us.
I kiss her softly, tenderly, and then I need to get going to practice.
By some miracle, we just barely grab the victory on Sunday even without Landry. The other team was riddled with injuries, too, and I guess they were down more starters than we were.
That means we’re in for Wild Card Weekend. We’ll either advance to a longer season, or it’ll all be over.
Except for Christmas morning, I’ve been forced to keep my distance from Tatum since we got back, barring the oneindiscretion on the kitchen counter—one that just so happens to make me hard every goddamn time I walk into my kitchen. We’ve been tasked with extra film to study along with extra meetings to prepare for our opponents. I don’twantto keep my distance, but in order to focus on football, it’s been a necessity.
But with that said, I’m getting married on Thursday.
I’ve done zero preparations for it. She’s done everything.
I’m not quite sure what to expect other than the fact that Tatum has told me I need a best man.
