by Britney Bell
The smell of coffee wakes me from such a deep sleep that it takes me a second to realize where I am, and roll over to see if he’s still in bed. His side is empty, he must be making the wonderful smelling coffee. Stretching like a cat and enjoying the feel of the soft sheets against my bare skin, I wake fully, and get out of bed to hunt for something quick to throw on and meet him downstairs.
His dresser is just inside a huge walk-in closet, with the first drawer I open being full of t-shirts. This will work. I put it on over my head, run to the bathroom for a quick mouth rinse and to comb my fingers through the bed hair. When I’m convinced that it’s the best that it’s going to be, I pad downstairs seeking the warm cup of coffee that I’m sure the hot as hell man of the house will be offering.
On the last step, a woman’s voice halts me.
“Oh, Tyler. I didn’t know you had company.”
What the hell? Who is this, and why is she here this early?
“Katy, this is Jordan. Jordan, this is my baby sister Katy,” he says and comes over to greet me with the coffee.
Instinctively, I grab the helm of his t-shirt and try to tug it down even farther. It reaches my mid-thigh, but I am feeling really exposed with the cool air brushing my sensitive bare skin underneath.
“Jordan has been the one taking care of me this week,” he adds as he hands me the coffee, wraps his arm around my waist and gives me a kiss to the temple.
Her eyes are wide and a stunned shock passes across her face as she looks between the two of us, taking it all in. I’m frozen in place and glad that Tyler’s body is there to hold me up.
“Jordan, you are lovely. So nice to meet you, and thank you for taking care of this old brute. I know that could not have been an easy job, as he can certainly be a pain in the ass.”
“Thank you, Katy. Nice to meet you as well. He’s been no trouble at all. We actually finished his therapy yesterday, and he’s as good as new now.”
“Oh, I’m sure he is,” she said with a little smirk.
Tyler cuts in, “Jordan was my massage therapist, who has been kind enough to help me recover.”
She still has this big grin on her face, moving her head back and forth looking at each of us with amazement.
“So, Jordan, do you have plans tomorrow night?” Katy asks.
“Ummm, no, I don’t think so.”
“Well, there is the little gathering happening called the Beckett Fundraiser Gala, and I think you would have a lot of fun? What do you say, would you want to go?”
Now, it’s my turn to look shocked, and I look up over my shoulder to Tyler, for some clarification. He nods his head at me in acceptance.
“Oh, I’m not sure, I wouldn’t even have time to shop for a dress.”
“Don’t worry about that at all,” Katy quickly comes back. “I’ll get with Maxwell, and he’ll have everything put together for you.”
I look to Tyler to gauge his reaction. He looks at me with a sheepish grin and slightly nods his head in a shy acceptance and a little shrug, to tell me, he can’t be blamed for his sister’s forwardness.
Staring into his eyes, I relent and agree to the invitation, “Okay.”
His smile grows from sheepish to excited, and his eyes go from sweet bright brown to devilish dark brown with a twinkle of mischief.
Holy shit! Yes, I agree with whatever he has planned.
After Tyler’s sister leaves, it’s time to get dressed, pack and load all my equipment up. I’m glad that it's not a long break down and load up process, and I can be quickly on my way home and sort through these feelings. Am I anxious that I’ve done my job well enough to not let Tyler or the Briggs down? I am also scared and nervous about this gala I’ll be attending with him and his family.
Tyler is right there, helping me load everything up. Do I dare ask the questions that are on my mind? Actually, what are those questions? We went way past professional, and now I don’t know how to act. If I had just stuck to the job, this would be a ton easier. Is this why people say never mix work and pleasure?
A large hand grabs my elbow and gently twirls me around. I fall against a firm chest, and my fingers curl over his muscle in response.
“Jordan.”
I take in a breath of his scent, and a realization hits me. I’m going to miss this. Miss him.
We’re about to go from constant contact to the unknown of how much we will see each other, or if any after the gala. As if he’s reading my mind, he takes my chin and lifts it for my eyes to meet his.
“Thank you for everything,” he says.
We stare at each other for a moment, with unspoken words. His hand shifts to my neck, securing it as he leans down to press his lips to mine; from soft and sweet to firm and passionate. Tyler controls the kiss and my body as I can’t help but to inch up to him just a little, trying to get closer to him. With a sudden groan, he releases me.
“I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. Maxwell will have everything you need delivered to your house. Can I have your address?” he asks with a cute smirk and a wink, and he hands me his phone for me to add my address into his notes app, not giving me the option to say no.
Chuckling a little at his playfulness, I punch my address in, and ask as I hand his phone back, “Would you mind letting me know how your physical goes? I’ll be nervous until I hear back from you about whether I did enough or not.”
“Of course, and yes, Jordan, I am certain that you did enough to help me heal this week. My body feels great, don’t worry.” He grabs my shoulders and pulls me into another quick tight hug.
“Bye, Tyler,” I say, and he gives me one final short kiss, opens my car door, and I jump in. The door shuts confirming the inevitable change that has come.
I can’t remember my drive home, because I’m so lost in thought, that I don’t even realize I made it to my driveway, or know how long I’ve been sitting here. I snap out of my deep thoughts of Tyler and the fact that our time together has come to a close and that I’m extremely nervous about tomorrow night. The truth is, he’s the elite status quarterback of a professional football team, and I am just the average Texas girl.
15
Tyler
I’m nervous as hell today. Yesterday, when I told Jordan not to worry, I was actually really scared. However, that thought didn’t help me from tossing and turning in bed all night. It could have also had a lot to do with the blonde hair beauty who I wanted to hold in my arms.
I really like Jordan, and I have never felt like this before. It’s really outside my comfort zone. I know that she likes me for me. So, I’m not worried about that, but would I be able to have a relationship? Would the media come down on me hard, after they find out? Of course, they would. How would Jordan handle the limelight? Would it be too much for her? Would she even think I’m worth the trouble of the continuous cameras in her face? I don’t know.
I’ve got to focus on one thing at a time, plus I’m already in a committed relationship with the Texas Tornados, and have vowed to get them to the Super Bowl and win. Afterwards, I can focus on Jordan and see where it may go, or if she even wants to entertain the idea of a relationship. Thanks to my meddling sister, this is all really out of my hands now, I guess we’ll see how Jordan handles the lights, people and cameras tonight.
Physical time, let’s get this over with and move on. Sitting in the trainer’s office at the stadium, with Doc stretching, twisting and bending me all sorts of ways, I do not feel any pain.
Doc finally says, “Alright, Tyler, looks good. Let’s see how you handle tomorrow’s practice. If your back feels good at the end of it, you will be allowed to play.”
“Awesome! Thanks, Doc.” I jump up off the table, shake his hand, and walk out. I can’t get out of there fast enough, and my first thought is that I have to tell Jordan.
Me: Passed Round 1, we’ll see how Round 2 goes tomorrow :)
Jordan: That’s great! Good luck tomorrow.
Me: Thanks, can’t wait to see you tomorrow night.<
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Jordan: Me too. To be honest, I’m scared about the gala. I’ve never gone to anything like this before.
Me: Don’t worry, I’ll be at your side all night. I am really sorry my sister roped you into going, but I’m glad you are going with me.
Jordan: Thank you! No worries, see ya tomorrow. Goodnight. XOXO
Me: Goodnight, sweet dreams. XO
The rest of the day and well into the night, I spend watching film with my QB coach. I am so far behind on learning the other team’s defensive strategies for Sunday’s game, because I should have been spending my week studying, instead of spending so much time with Jordan. I only got in about an hour each night, after she would leave. With my body being so relaxed, I couldn't keep my eyes open to study.
Saturday morning comes too quickly. Before practice I check in with Maxwell to make sure that he and Katy have everything ready to take to Jordan for tonight’s gala. I’m excited and nervous for tonight. Jordan and I get along well when it’s just the two of us, but going out with me in public is a whole other beast totally out of my control. For someone who is new to the media attention, it can be overwhelming, growing up in my family, I am used to it.
Practice goes well, and I’m released from Doc to play. Rushing home to get ready, I shoot a quick text off to her, letting her know that I’m good to play tomorrow and that I will see her soon.
The limo pulls up to Jordan’s house, and I jump out to greet her. She opens the door, and looks breathtaking in a dark green ball gown with a beaded halter neck top and long flowy satin skirt.
“You look stunning.” I am barley able to get the words out.
“Thank you, you look so handsome in your tux.”
Of course, my sister left no detail out, including my slender tie being the same color as Jordan’s dress. We look the part, let’s see how this goes.
“Shall we,” I say with an offer of my elbow to escort her to the limo.
On the way, it’s just like we are at my house and quickly get lost in conversation. As soon as we start to slow, I can feel her tense beside me. Reassuring her, I take her hand and lightly squeeze it.
“It will be okay. Just keep that beautiful smile turned on, and I will walk us through as quickly as I can.”
“Okay,” she replies with a shaky voice.
The cameras and media reporters are their usual brutal selves, throwing accusations, and speculating questions out just to get a rile out of me. They want me to slip up and say or do something that will give them a small thread to start their gossip mill. Jordan’s hand is in the crook of my elbow, and I keep her firmly there, while reporters ask me to pause for pictures.
It takes around ten minutes to get down that dreadful red carpet and make our way into the hallway outside of the party. I’m finally able to pull Jordan aside to check on her. Just as I was afraid of, she looks a little shell shocked.
I lean in close to her ear, and ask, “Are you okay?” I can feel her seeking my comfort, so I stay right here close.
The shakiness is still in her voice. “Yes, can we just stay right here for a moment to breathe?”
“Of course, take all the time you need. I am sorry, I know it can be a lot to take in.”
We remain still, and I stay close to her, until I feel her relax into my body.
“Are you good?”
“Yes, thank you,” she responds with a now steady voice, and I lead us into the gala.
Katy immediately sees us and rushes over to say hello, and Jordan thanks her for the gorgeous dress as the rest of my family joins us. Introductions are made, and she gets along great with them all. I knew she would, like she is with me, they are all chatting as if they’ve know each other a life time.
Admiring her beautiful form and holding her close on the dance floor all night, has me desperately wanting to pull her away from the party, find a closet somewhere to sink my cock deep inside her and get her all wrinkled up. I’m holding back from doing just that, after seeing the look on her face from the red carpet, it may push her too much.
The rest of the night goes well with food and more dancing. When it’s time to leave, this time, I wish I could sneak her out the back door to avoid the lights and cameras in the front, but unfortunately it’s not possible.
Walking out is not as bad as coming in, yet there are still a lot of flashes and loud reporters yelling for us to stop for pictures. I ignore all of it with a focus on getting Jordan into the limo. We make it, and this time she seems okay, getting comfortable right away by kicking off her shoes.
“These shoes are so pretty, but my feet are killing me,” she says and wiggles her cute little toes.
“Here, let me see them,” I ask, holding my hand out for her to place her feet in them for a massage. This is what we are accustomed to at my house, and it feels good to be back at that place.
On the drive to her house we talk about the party, my family and she says that she had a great time. Tonight would be a whole lot better if she could come home with me, but I have to catch an extremely early flight out in the morning for the game.
I walk her to the door, leaving her just inside it with a lasting impression goodnight kiss for her dreams.
“Good night, peaches. Sweet dreams.”
“Good night, Tyler.”
Finally at home for the night, exhaustion brings sleep quickly, and my last thought, as I hit the pillow, is, I wonder if Jordan had a good time or was it all too much for her to handle. Sleep wins, before anymore thoughts of her linger.
On game day, everything moves like clockwork, and before I know it, we are in New Orleans, and I can hear the roar of the crowd, as we run onto the field. The National Anthem plays, and the kick off starts the game.
Three hours later, we are all celebrating the feat that we pulled off. Winning by 14 points still made for a close and hard fought win, but the offensive line did an unbelievable job, holding the enemy’s defense off of me. I’m so proud of them.
We all shower and spend an hour with the media, before leaving for the airport. Just as we get seated and told to turn off our phones, I see a text.
Jordan: Congratulations on the win :)
Me: Did you actually watch it?
Jordan: Yes, went to a friend’s house to watch. You played really well.
As I type out my response, something in my heart balloons with a sense of pride. She’s proud of me. That means more than I thought it would.
Me: Thank you! 1 down, 2 more to go before the Super Bowl.
Jordan: You got this! You’ll be a Super Bowl champ soon!
Me: Haha! Glad I have a fan! Have to turn my phone off, plane’s taking off. I missed seeing you today. XO
I hang on just a little bit, wanting to see her reply.
Jordan: I missed you too. XOXO
With that, I turn my phone off, lean my head back and close my eyes, thinking about Jordan. Hugs and kisses, yeah, those would be nice right about now. Two more playoff games remaining until the Super Bowl, roughly three weeks, and then I will definitely be chasing those hugs and kisses.
Even though I’m still on a high from winning, when I walk into my dark, quite house, I am overwhelmed by loneliness, and I know, without a doubt, someone is missing. Crawling into bed, I scroll to Jordan’s messages and reread them all countless time before I press the phone icon.
“Hello,” a sleepy voice answers.
“Did I wake you?”
“Yeah, but it’s okay. How are you feeling? How’s your back?” Jordan asks with a soft, sweet voice.
“It’s good, and I haven’t had any spasms at all. The doctor was really impressed. What have you been up to today?”
“I actually had a day off and finally got my laundry done. No more going commando for me.”
This girl is hilarious, and now, I’m thinking about her bare pussy with no panties on. Laughing, I shoot back, “I found that quite sexy.”
“Really, Tyler? I hardly believe it, but thank you. I’m just a little less em
barrassed now,” she replies with a chuckle.
“Jordan, believe me when I say, there is nothing you should ever be embarrassed about while taking off your clothes for me. No matter what you have on, or don’t have on. With the way your body looks, you can wear a sack and still be fuckable has hell. Plus, going commando puts me just one more step closer to filling your pussy with my thick dick.”
16
Jordan
Oh, it’s hot in here, and it’s not the temperature on the thermostat that’s the issue. Tyler’s deep voice, talking into my ear, is sending tingles straight to my core.
“Umm, yeah well, thank you, Tyler. You’re not so bad yourself with or without clothes on,” replying back to him and lacking the confidence that he voices.
“I’m going to let you go back to sleep,” he tells me. I really don’t want him to go, but I know that he has to be exhausted, from a busy couple of days.
“Goodnight, Tyler. Congratulations on your win, again.”
“Sweet dreams, peaches.”
Sleep finds me quickly, after we hang up. Morning comes way too fast, and I’m back to the usual work schedule with my regular clients. I have them on a rotation that fills my week, and am able to have two days off each week. There are a couple of spots I have open, but that’s it. My schedule stays pretty full most of the time.
Dinner with Harper is going to be taxing, because she’s going to require details, and I’m not quite ready to share those, just yet. I feel like if I talk about them, it will make my feelings for Tyler real.
Real feelings for him will be extremely hard, and I’m not sure how to handle them, and still maintain focus on building my business. I haven’t even wanted to think about these feelings or what they mean.
The last time I left his house, my emotions and thought processes had me totally confused, but I am too chicken to try to sort them out. Better to just live one day at a time, and if anything happens, it happens. That way if nothing happens, hopefully it won’t hurt as bad.