Once dressed, I tug on my hat, grab my bag and the gift bag for Willow, and make my way up to the executive floors. The halls are quiet, with most of the staff having left for the day. Coach kept us here for an extended stretching session after practice, seeing as tomorrow is game day.
I walk swiftly to Willow’s office, relieved to see the light on and the door open. She waited for me. Knocking softly on the frame, I grin when she looks up with a smile.
“Hey, I was starting to wonder how long Coach would keep you guys,” she says, pushing away from her desk and coming around to meet me as I step in and close the door behind me, turning the lock. Her eyes drop to my hand when I do so, and the corner of her lips tip up in a knowing smirk.
I hug her with one arm, keeping the other behind my back. “Yeah, he worked us hard, then had us do a long cooldown. Need to be ready for tomorrow.”
“You’ll dominate the Eagles,” she says confidently. “Their star pitcher is out with a shoulder injury, and they don’t have the roster of talent we’ve got.”
I lean in and kiss the tip of her nose. “Well, if you say we’re gonna win, then, of course, we will.” I pull my arm out from behind my back. “Especially if you’re wearing this.”
Willow takes the bag, looking from it to me. “Wearing…” Her face is a mixture of curiosity and happiness. She knows what’s in the bag, and her reaction is already better than I could have imagined.
I shrug. “Now that everyone knows, I thought maybe you’d wear my name.”
She lifts the jersey out with a look of wonder. “Ronan,” she murmurs, looking at my last name written across the back. Her eyes meet mine. “I’ve never worn a player’s jersey before. Just generic team shirts, never a specific player.”
Well, fuck. Now I’ve got a hard-on.
“Good,” I growl, cradling her face in my hands. I kiss her again, and her arms come around my neck, the jersey still clutched in one hand. “Because my name is the only name you should ever wear.”
She pulls it on over her shirt, and holy shit, that does something to me. “Goddamn, woman. You look good in that.”
She pulls her hair out from the collar as I rub my hand over my jaw, still trying to process the sheer perfection of what stands before me. My dick is painfully hard just from seeing her wear my name.
This is why I locked the door.
I push her backward until she’s leaning against her desk and tangle my hand in her hair while I ravage her lips. Teeth grazing, tongues tangling, I push my hips into hers so she can tell just what it does to me seeing her in my jersey. Tearing away from her lips is hard, but I need more. “I need you,” I growl, dropping to my knees. “Fuck, I need your pussy on my mouth while you wear my name, Cherry.”
I look up at her for permission and see her nod. Spinning my cap around to the back, her eyes darken as I give her a wolfish grin. Then, I’m yanking down her pants and pressing my face into her sweet pussy.
Her tight grip on my shoulders is almost amusing. As if I would want to move even an inch from where I am right now.
And when she comes just minutes later, her hands gripping my shoulders and her breathless moans filling my ears, I know. She’s mine. And I’m hers. And someday, it won’t be my name on that jersey she’s wearing.
It’ll beourname.
Chapter thirty-seven
Willow
The stadium is packed, every seat filled with enthusiastic Tridents fans, and a few Eagle fans, as well. The atmosphere is electric, with the hot July sun shining down, music pumping, and everyone ready for a great ball game.
Nervously, I smooth my hands down the front of the jersey Ronan gave me.
I don’t think he realizes how big of a deal this is for me. Wearing his jersey where anyone and everyone can see it is taking our relationship public in a much bigger way than just the other players and Tridents staff knowing about us.
I’m the new head of media relations. I run the press conferences. There’s bound to be questions. Yet, I feel ready to face them, knowing I’ve got my man, my uncle, and my team ready to support me. Aside from a little teasing, the guys haven’t seemed to care in the slightest that I’m dating Ronan. And my own team is just so happy to have Lydia out of the way, I don’t think they’d mind if I was dating every single player all at one time.
“You look good, darling girl.”
I look up to see Uncle Mike standing in the doorway of my office, a soft smile on his face. He walks in and places his hands on my shoulders.
“Your dad would be so happy to see you like this. In love with a good man, I mean.”
Crap. My eyes start to feel damp. “He’d like Ronan, I think.”
“I know he would.” Uncle Mike pulls me in for a hug. “He’ll treat you right, Wills. And if he doesn’t, I’ll sever his contract and send him packing.”
