Royce mentioned looking for a new GM from within. Before getting out of my car, I sent Aunt Rachel a text message.
* * *
“LET’S TALK ABOUT QUINTEN LEDGER TOMORROW.”
* * *
Quinten Ledger was our assistant general manager. He was hired around the time I first started working in football operations. I knew him and knew about him, but not in-depth. I needed Aunt Rachel’s and Uncle Darin’s football-operations perspective on his potential as general manager.
All the thoughts about the job opening disappeared when I stepped into our condo—yes, I was beginning to think of it as ours.
Fin was waiting on the other side of the door. A cloud of soap and sandalwood filled my senses. His hungry gaze scanned me from the top of my head to the toes of my boots. Each inch under his stare sent sparks over my flesh until fire smoldered hot as coal in his swirling cobalt orbs and my skin was ablaze. His deep tenor added fuel to the fire. “I was so proud of you speaking to the fans.”
Goose bumps prickled beneath the burn as I dropped my satchel, wrapped my arms around his torso, and looked up to his gaze. “I wanted to tell you how proud I am of you. You played great.”
Reaching for the lapels of my long winter coat, Fin brushed it from my shoulders and hung it on a nearby hook. “Too many layers,” he said with a smirk, before reaching for my waist and pulling my hips to his.
I leaned forward, melting into his hardened muscular chest. The memories of his touchdown that ended with him buried beneath large bodies came back. I splayed my fingers over his sternum, feeling the pounding of his heart beneath the button-down. “I love to watch you play. I also worry the entire time you’re on the field.”
His sexy lips pressed together in a straight line. “I don’t know if you had anything to do with me seeing playing time.”
I shook my head. “I didn’t. I’m not a coach. Dad told me not to micromanage. I couldn’t ask for a favor for you and not the entire team.”
His smile returned. “The only favors I want from you, Vee, are personal.”
“Fin, the coaches believe in you. Royce told me this evening about how glad he is that we signed you.”
“And as I remember, you weren’t.”
“I am now. I believe in you too.” Lifting my arms to his broad shoulders, our lips came together as my breasts flattened against his chest. As our kiss deepened, warmth flooded my circulation with the intensity of the heat from the fireplace.
I squealed as Fin swept me off my feet, cradled me to his chest, and carried me to the living room. The night sky was already dark despite the time not even being six p.m. The walls of windows reflected the fire’s glow. On the hearth was a bottle of wine with two glasses and a plate filled with cheese and fruit. The rug was littered with blankets and pillows from the sofa.
Fin knelt, gently laying me upon the soft blanket. His attention went to my feet. “I’ve had wet dreams about these boots.”
My lips turned upward. “Sounds like we need to change the sheets.” I peered up at the intensity of his gaze. “You don’t want to watch the game?”
Fin slowly shook his head before crawling toward me and reaching for a button on the front of my blouse. His skilled fingers undid one and his lips kissed my exposed skin. By the third or fourth button, I was lain back on the blanket, and the warmth of the fire added to the inferno inside me.
In the last month, we had our share of sex. It wasn’t only intercourse. We enjoyed roaming over one another’s bodies. Yet as Fin removed my blouse and bra, I felt the familiar magnetic pull that made it impossible for us to stay away from one another. Something clicked in him when he scored that touchdown. It returned vigor to his actions that had dimmed over the last few weeks.
That same intensity shone in his eyes, reflecting the flames, and swirling with unbridled desire. If I considered the last few weeks, it wasn’t only Fin who seemed out of sorts. The commemoration ceremony today had been weighing heavily on my mind.
Our individual concerns were lost as we dove willingly into the bubble we’d created.
After my blouse and bra, Fin’s shirt was the next to go. My fingers eagerly ran over the mountains and valleys of his muscular torso. A quick undoing of the tie at the waist of my skirt and Fin flung the material away into the abyss. After removing his pants, socks, and shoes, he begrudgingly removed my boots one at a time.
“I’d leave those on, but I don’t think they’re conducive to what we have planned.”
“What exactly do we have planned?” I asked with a grin.
Taking my hand, he placed it over the hard large bulge beneath his silk boxer shorts. He lifted an eyebrow. “You say you’re worried about me being hurt. Beautiful, I’m in more pain right now from blue balls than I was in on the field.” He tilted his handsome face. “My plan is that you and your tight pussy help me out.”
Sitting up, I tugged the waistband of his boxer shorts down, freeing his erection. Fin hissed as I leaned closer. His musky scent filled my senses as my nose brushed the taut skin. Quickly, I sat back with a grin.
“The fuck?” he asked.
“Your balls don’t look blue.”
