Misconduct (FSCU Pitbulls Book 1)

by Stella Marie Alden

  He winks. “No ma’am. This was a first.”

  I squeeze his hand and whisper in his ear, “I thought you weren’t going to make it.”

  “Me too. When I landed, there was an email about a problem with one of my grades. I still have one paper due but the professor agreed to take it late, given the circumstances.”

  “I am so proud of you.”

  I give him a big hug as my dad pipes up. “First draft. Damned right.”

  “No Dad, because he did that and got his degree.” My eyes meet Ryan’s and we share a private moment.

  As much as I like having our parents meet, I had hoped for some alone time. “When do you have to go back to Boston?”

  His smile fades. “In a couple days, I got rookie camp. CJ and Chris are going through everything with me, starting right after dinner.”

  Shit. I was hoping we could have at least one night together. “And then, after camp?”

  “I have a couple weeks off. Did you find a job yet?”

  “No, but I have a couple interviews lined up.”

  “In Boston?”

  “I’m trying but I still may end up in New York.”

  “You come home and stay with us until you get settled.” My mom has good intentions so I try not to roll my eyes.

  Kill me now.

  Jaz, who’s been quiet in the front seat must be part mind-reader. “Actually, she’ll be working for me until she finds something more permanent.”

  My mouth drops open. This is the first I’ve heard of it but I won’t turn down his offer. I can get some good experience working for his PR firm while I continue interviewing.

  Ryan chuckles and shakes his head. “So, how long before you move your stuff to Foxborough?”

  “Tomorrow soon enough?”

  Chapter 38

  Ryan

  She’s so damn cute when she’s flustered and I kiss the tip of her nose, I wish like hell we didn’t have to have this dinner. I want Kira all to myself, not have to share her with the ’rents. However, Jaz has us booked at the finest restaurant in Freedham and I’m not that selfish.

  The driver stops the limo, we all pile out, then we’re led to a private room with just a few tables. I almost blow a gasket. Guess who else is here? The Walkers. Go figure.

  I push Kira’s seat in, I lean and whisper, “Wish we could fuck.”

  She blushes up to the tips of her ears. “Tell Jaz to make it happen.”

  “What about our parents?”

  She rolls her eyes and shakes out a napkin. “Figure it out.”

  Our mothers seem to get along nicely and chat politely during dinner. My dad and I haven’t spoken much since Christmas but as long as we talk football, we get along fine.

  “How much they paying you?” he asks.

  “It depends.” It’s none of his business and I’m about to tell him but Kira interrupts me.

  “His agent has him on a budget. We’re going to live modestly and invest the rest.”

  My eyebrows shoot up. “You don’t say? I don’t remember agreeing to that.”

  “It was in the contract you signed with CJ’s brother.” She gives me a triumphant look.

  “So, I guess the two weeks at the ocean are off?” I pretend to look disappointed and she seems so upset that I can’t keep it up.

  “I’m just messing with you. We’re all set. As soon as camp is over, we have two weeks on the ocean.”

  Dinner ends too soon and after a quick kiss, I’m back on a plane to Boston, sitting next to Chris and CJ who’ve volunteered to help me through this.

  “Thanks for coming with me.” I don’t want to admit I’m nervous but hell, this is pretty big shit and I can’t afford to fuck up boot camp.

  CJ chuckles. “You got a guaranteed seat on the team. Not to worry.”

  But I do. Once we land, again, I’m subjected to a shitload of tests, physicals, and handed a playbook.

  Even though lights were supposed to be out hours ago, I struggle to read, the damned letters reversing on me. I highlight to help me memorize and when I get to a blank page, I think it’s a mistake until I turn to the backside.

  TEAR THIS OUT AND BRING IT TO ME. It’s signed by my position coach. Grinning, I rip out the page and stick it by my phone so I won’t forget.

  In the morning, I’m one of the few who got that far in the book which gets me a nod of approval from the coach.

  Then, there’s three grueling days of workouts which go by fast. Those not lucky enough to have assigned positions work like hell to get a spot on the team. Some got big chips on their shoulders which I ignore but those who ask for help, I give it and make a couple friends.

  For some, this may be the only time they wear an NFL uniform and I cringe the minute they make mental mistakes. You can mess up physically but these professionals got no tolerance for brain farts.

  Like in The Combine, I give it my all for three fucking days, and am so exhausted, I fall into bed almost immediately asleep. Even so, every day, I manage a text.

  Me: I <3 you

  Kira: I <3 U 2, miss you

  Me: Beach soon

  Kira: Can’t wait

  At the end of camp, the coach comes up to me and slaps me on the back. “Nice job out there. Keep up the energy. If you want to play, son, I want to see more weight on you when you get back. Understand?”

  “Yes sir.” Holy shit, that’s only a few weeks away.

  “Excellent. See you back here in July.”

  After I shower, I wander out to the parking lot where Jaz said he would be waiting. I spy Kira’s bright orange hair catching the sun and I wave, happy as hell.

  “What’re you doing here?” I open up my arms and she flies into them.

  “Surprise. We have an apartment!”

  “How?”

  “Ask Jaz. The guy is a magician. I have no idea how he does it. Did you sell your soul to him or something?”

  “I never was too sure about the fine print in his contract.” I hug her to me and my cock goes hard. “Tell me it has a bed.”

  Her familiar fingers lock behind my head and I lean over for her demanding lips. “Fully furnished.”

  “Thank fuck for that.”

  ~~

  The season passes quickly and when Superbowl Sunday arrives, I still can’t believe the Patriots made it here. Even though I won’t get to play, it’s a fucking honor to sit on the bench. Jackson, playing for the Rams, is doing much the same as me.

  It feels weird to have him playing for the opposite team.

  In the stands, my wife is all dolled up, looking like a million bucks with the other wives and girlfriends. Other than one day for Christmas, we haven’t seen much of each other and I miss her like crazy. Even though we text every day, my balls are about to fall off if I don’t have her soon.

  The Rams win the toss, the ball sails into the end zone, and it’s caught by our team. We advance to a first down. Then, we fight like hell for the whole first quarter but we’re so closely matched, no one gets a point.

  By the second, our Coach’s face is red as he shouts directions from the sidelines and calls a timeout. Our defensive team comes in, asses dragging while Brady paces like a caged wildcat. Coach changes strategies, exchanges a couple players, and they rush back onto the green.

  Soon after, we get the ball and hold onto it but it’s almost as if the Rams got ahold of our playbook. No matter the play, their defense is up our asses.

  At half-time, they have the lead and we’ve lost our mojo.

  Coach scrapes a hand across his chin. “Finnegan!”

  “Yes sir?”

  “Get in there. I want a seventeen-fifteen. Understand?” His eyes penetrate mine and I get what he’s thinking. My team is counting on me and I better not fuck up.

  As I trot out onto the field, I picture a perfect throw and force cameras, crowd, and noise into the background.

  “You got this, Finn.” Brady looks none too happy to see me but still, he slaps me on the back as we ch
ange places.

  A strange calm comes over me that’s hard to explain except to say I was born with a football in my hand. This moment is no different than any other in my life.

  “Seventeen-fifteen, thirty-two!” I make the call, the familiar leather snaps into my hands, and I run backwards as two huge Ram defensive linemen force their way through my protection.

  Fuck. Sacked in the game of the year?

  No way. I dash to the sidelines feigning to shoot while I look for any pair of hands in the air. Once they miraculously appear, I aim and shoot my missile. Time slows down and the crowd inhales with me as the ball sails high into the blue sky. Number eleven jumps and struggles to hold on. Then, he pulls the ball to his chest and lands on his side, just inside the goal line.

  Holy shit. I pump my fist into my palm, trying to look professional but hell, I just scored in the fucking Superbowl. Yee-haw!

  When we get two more points from the kick, I turn as Coach slaps me on the back. “You did good. Brady will take it home from here.”

  I was hoping for more time on the field but I respect his decision.

  “Yes sir.” I grin. “Thank you.”

  Not too many rookie quarterbacks get to play in a Superbowl, especially when they got a twenty-year veteran of the game on their team.

  I hold my breath as the Rams get close enough to piss on our goal but they miss the first down and we take the ball across the field. They miss a kick, the clock runs out, and holy shit, we win.

  My eyes search the stands for Kira and she waves as she hugs the other women with her. I told her last night to follow Brady’s wife. She’ll know best how to get onto to the field.

  As my teammates thump me on the back, reporters line up, and a familiar face from my college days shoves a mic under my nose. “Ryan Finnegan, congratulations.”

  I’m grinning so hard my face is about to fall off. “Thank you.”

  “Were you surprised the coach asked you to play?”

  “Shocked, more like it.” I relive the moment in my mind’s eye and still can’t believe it.

  “What were you thinking right before you let go of the ball?”

  I laugh. “I was praying.”

  “Guess God was listening.”

  “Yes, sir.” I grab a bottle of champagne handed to me and duck as ice water flies over my head.

  I shake my bottle and let it spray over Julian, who laughs and cuffs me on the back of my head. “Incredible throw, cowboy.”

  Turning, my heart leaps as Kira’s lips find mine. In this crazy melee, we kiss as confetti and ribbons float onto the field. A bunch of kids find their daddies and I grin. Someday soon, that’ll be me.

  I take the podium with Kira at my side and when the crowd cheers like crazy, I lean into the mic. “Best day, ever! Thank you all.”

  Someone shouts from the sidelines, “Don’t you have a poem prepared?”

  “No ma’am. I didn’t want to jinx it.” I introduce Kira to all the guys and then there’s limos to bring us back to the hotel where the owners have a huge party set up for us.

  Around midnight, I grab Kira and whisper into her ear. “Ever fuck a Superbowl winner?”

  She laughs. “Not yet, who you got in mind?”

  I take her hand and say goodnight to my teammates who whistle and hoot.

  Julian shouts, “If he doesn’t marry you, I will.”

  I put my arm around her and throw him a kiss. “Y’all be nice or I won’t invite you to the wedding.”

  A few families follow us into the elevator so I can’t do what I’ve been longing to since she joined me on the field. Damn, it’s been weeks since we made love.

  Inside our hotel suite, I pin her to the wall, and kiss her until we’re both gasping for breath. I shuck off my suitcoat and kick off my dress shoes while she struggles with a zipper behind her back.

  “I got that.” I pull it down, dragging a finger on her skin as I go.

  My cock goes fucking nuts when I realize she’s wearing no fucking underwear, whatsoever. I start to rip off the dress but she steps back.

  “Careful. Designer.”

  “Don’t care sweetheart, either get out of it real fast or I buy you a new one.”

  She turns, it slips off her body, and she steps out naked. I’m nowhere near as concerned about my shirt. I rip it open and tug her to me. Her soft, lovely tits press into my chest, I moan, and cover her mouth with mine.

  Then, I back her up onto the bed, drop to my knees, and spread her wide. We can go slow later. Right now, I’m burning up for her sweet love. I kiss her wet core and lick her length while she reaches a toe to my cock, still locked away. Mouth busy with her, I unbuckle my belt, and slide out of my pants.

  A small grin comes to her. “Multitasking now, are we?”

  “Damn right.” I suck, she moans, and spreads wider.

  Then, she cums, catching me off guard. My cock thickens as I slide her ass back up the mattress. Legs straddling her thighs, I place myself at her entrance, and press in until we are bone to bone.

  She’s tighter than I remember. I drag myself out fully, then enter again.

  “Faster.” Biting her lower lip, she eyes me as she shivers.

  Happy to oblige, I begin our dance of love, speeding us into the end zone.

  Resting on one elbow, I find her nub and press while the bed thumps against the wall. Even with the air conditioner turned low, sweat pours off from me as I reach my high.

  “Cum with me.”

  Her voice comes out in huffs she arches to meet me. “I already came.”

  “So, cum again.” I grind little circles into her while I play the swollen button between us.

  “Ah, ah…” Her body stiffens and her hard tits press into my chest.

  It’s all I can do to hold back my juices but I want us to find our high together. When I soar into heaven, I want her there with me.

  Her nails dig into the back of my waist and I lose it. Brainlessly, the caveman within pounds into her.

  “Yessss.” She hisses and locks her heels behind my waist.

  “Shit, Kira, now.” With one last thrust, my tip hits the back of her and it’s so damn amazing, I cum hard taking her with me.

  We both shudder in each other’s arms as I roll onto my back and take her on top of me. Holy fuck, the orgasm goes on forever.

  Then, she snickers into my chest. “Touchdown, cowboy.”

  Chapter 39

  Kira

  We could’ve gotten married anywhere in the world but chose my hometown near Charlotte, just a stone’s throw from FSCU. Most of my family lives close by and as a kid, I went to St. Mary’s. It’s the only church I’m comfortable in and Father Mike was so kind when I went in to speak with him. He agreed that we could do our pre-wedding courses online.

  The organ sounds the first chord of the entrance march and a shiver goes down my back as I glance down the dozen or so pews filled with only our closest friends and family.

  I poke my head out the doors separating the back of the church, catch his gaze, and his eyes soften. Then, he nods, as if reading my mind.

  Yeah, we’re really going to do this.

  Star turns me to face her and cups my cheeks. “Ready to become Mrs. Quarterback?”

  My stomach is doing loopty-loops and Dad is there, all smiles. Everyone stands and turns. Jackson stands next to Ryan, smiling with Father Mike.

  Ryan, in Patriot blue, winks as Gillian leads the way. She’s followed by my sisters, Cherish and Alice. Jaz chose a lighter shade of the gent’s suits for the women. It also matches the sprigs of blue in my bouquet of baby’s breath and tiny daisies.

  My dad raises his brows, I nod, and march down the aisle. People stand and cameras click but I only notice my man waiting for me at the front of the church.

  One lock of unruly hair has refused to be tamed so it curls on his forehead. He looks at me with the huge grin on his face, never taking his eyes off me. He is so damn handsome, I can’t believe, of all the women in
the world, he chose me.

  At the front of the church, I give my flowers to Star to hold and take Ryan’s hand.

  “You are so beautiful.” He whispers.

  “Right back at you.”

  I don’t remember much of our wedding except Star singing Lukas Graham’s, Love Someone. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house, including me and Ryan. Before I can catch my breath, it’s time for the rings. Shaking now, I hold his hand, and stare into those eyes I’m going to stare into the rest of my life.

  I slip the simple white gold band onto his finger and my heart all but bursts when I lift into his bright eyes, filled with an intensity usually reserved for the bedroom. Once it’s his turn, he forgets where we are in the ceremony. Jackson nudges him. Ryan takes my hand in his, picks up the ring, and chuckles.

  “Guess I’m going to need that.” He squeezes my hand and pushes the ring onto my finger until it rests next to the diamond solitaire.

  In this incredible moment, there’s just me and him.

  “I have the great pleasure to pronounce you man and wife.” Father Mike nods and Ryan sweeps into me his arms.

  His kiss holds a lifetime of promise and I do my damnedest to return it. It’s so intense, tears roll down my face and I thank God for waterproof mascara.

  His index finger catches a drip. “What’s this?”

  “I am so crazy mad in love with you.”

  “Good thing. Too late now.” With a quick wink, he takes my hand, the organ sounds, and we rush down the aisle to greet our waiting friends and family,

  We got through the first down so the wedding party is ushered into the limo for the next play. Me and Ryan have our own. Jack, in charge of our security, drives us to the reception in Charlotte, the nearest big city that could handle our huge party.

  I heave out a big sigh. “We did it.”

  “Yes, we did.” His hand has not let go of mine since tying the knot.

  “Ready for what comes next?”

  “Absolutely.” Even though I helped Jaz pick out the room, I can’t image all the Patriots, the Pitbulls and their marching band in one room.

  Jaz has assured me, with his fine eye for seating, drinks and food, all will go well. When we get to the hotel, he removes my husband’s hand from mine.