Beauty and the Blitz

by Sosie Frost

  “Charm’s not getting you out of this, bad boy.”

  “What if I toss you back on the bench, promise to behave, and give you the licking of a lifetime?”

  “In the middle of the locker room?”

  “Always been a fantasy of mine.”

  “And so it will remain.” I poked his chest. “Speech now. Licking later.”

  “Promise?”

  “I still got that leash on you, Jack Carson. Tighter than ever.”

  His smile only grew. I should have known better than to encourage him, but even in the darkest moments, he was always eager to flirt.

  He kissed me and rubbed my tummy. I rested my hands over his. Jack hadn’t yet recovered from our scare, and he spent every waking minute tending to my needs—offering me food, blankets, any sort of fun second trimester naughtiness that tickled my fancy.

  But his knee was healed, and training camp was coming to an end. No one knew who would start at quarterback. Jack only hoped he’d have a spot on the team when the season began.

  I wasn’t about to let this latest scandal ruin his career. I wrote his speech to show heart, growth, and personal responsibility. It welcomed any of the league’s chosen consequences as fair and just.

  But we knew it’d be brutal. They weren’t punishing Jack. He’d serve as a lesson to every other bad boy in the league, but if he could just be permitted to stay…

  One of the Rivets’ spokespersons rapped on the door. He waved us forward, and I gave Jack as much of a hug as my baby bump would allow.

  “Just be you out there,” I said.

  “Irritated and sarcastic?”

  I kissed him. “Be the man I love.”

  He smirked. “I’m pretty good at that.”

  “Don’t get cocky.”

  “I’m good at that too.”

  And that was what I was afraid of. I tucked the speech into his jacket and let him lead us to the pressroom. The media room was big enough to fit the usual batch of local reporters, but tonight it filled completely, overflowing into the hallways and fit with more cameras and photographers than crammed in during last season’s playoffs.

  Jack offered the room a smile, even though I told him to appear as solemn as he could. Wasn’t going to happen. I crossed my fingers.

  “Lots of cameras today.” Jack cleared his throat and approached an impromptu podium. “Don’t worry, I won’t break any of ‘em.”

  Cripes. Now I crossed both fingers.

  Jack unveiled the speech from his pocket. He looked it over and heaved a breath. Appropriately remorseful, but I saw something else.

  That defiance.

  He hated this so much. My heart ached for him, but it was the only way.

  Jack wasn’t a man who’d beg for mercy. He earned the chances he got because he was the best quarterback in the damn league and everyone knew it.

  Which meant he already made his decision.

  I knew it before he did.

  “Good evening.” Jack read from the statement. The cameras whirled and clicked. Flashes of light captured the hard angle of his jaw, his growing scowl. “I wish to take this opportunity to thank the members of the press and my fans for allowing me this moment to express my sincerest remorse for…” He paused. Exhaled. “For…”

  I saw it happening. His mind changed.

  At least he almost made it through the opening paragraph.

  Jack’s demeanor shifted. He shook his head and ripped up the speech. The reporters murmured to themselves.

  “No.” Jack started again. “I’m not sorry for what happened that night. Yeah, I got arrested. Again. And yeah, I got a massive speeding ticket and nearly lost my license. I regret the trouble it caused the team, league, and my family, but I can’t apologize for the reason it happened. In fact, I’d do it all again if I had to.”

  No PR company could salvage this. I waited as Jack faced everyone who would skin him alive for daring to be honest when the media needed a scoop.

  “That night, I’d thought I lost my unborn son.” His words darkened. “I thought the woman I loved was in danger. Yes, I sped to the hospital. Yes, we had an issue with a journalist. But I did everything I could to rush to her side. I’m not apologizing for doing what a father should do to protect his baby.”

  The room shifted. More lights and flashes. Jack shrugged at me.

  “There’s not much else for a man to do while we wait for the kid to be born. I, uh, painted the nursery. I got the late night ice cream. Did the foot rubs. But that’s nothing when you realize how helpless you are if there’s a problem.” His voice hardened, confident. “I can’t do much for him now, but I will always be there if he’s in trouble, no matter the damn consequences.”

  I cradled my belly, meeting Jack’s gaze with a gentle smile.

  “As for the assault charge.” The devoted father faded, and the hardened lover returned. “No one will ever terrorize the woman I love, especially if she’s in the hospital, fearing for our baby’s life. If defending her, if protecting her makes me some sort of criminal, then I’m a criminal. Cut me from the team. Expel me from the league.”

  The room buzzed. Jack didn’t care.

  “I might not be a quarterback anymore, but at least I know I’ll be a damned good husband and father. There’s no apologizing for that.”

  The press silenced. My eyes blurred with tears, absolutely moved by the man I loved. It wasn’t the apology I wanted him to give, and it wasn’t anything the league would ever tolerate. It didn’t matter. He made a mistake, got into trouble, but this time…it wasn’t something selfish and inconsiderate.

  He sacrificed everything for me.

  Jack wrapped it up with a nod. “Now, I am sorry for the legal problems this is causing. My driving was reckless, and I did punch a guy out.” He paused. “I know how my behavior reflects on the league and the team. Hell, I know it’s making Leah squirm because I’m going off script. Just let me say, I’ll take a punishment. Whatever the league wants. And I won’t complain because it’s deserved. But I won’t apologize for defending my family. I love her. I love my baby. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep them protected and safe.”

  Jack tucked the crumpled speech in his pocket. The media stood, shouting questions and calling his name. He ignored them, holding out a hand for me to take. He pulled me from the zoo and led me away until we tucked in a quiet, dim corner office. I was lost to his arms.

  His kiss stole my breath.

  “Marry me now,” he said. “If my career is ending, at least I’ll know I’ll have you, Kiss. Let’s get married now and just be happy.”

  I stared into those bandit blue eyes. “You really are bad, aren’t you?”

  “Willing to do something reckless?”

  “Loving you isn’t reckless.”

  “You sure?”

  “It’s a testament to my patience, but it’s not reckless. It’s easy.”

  Jack smiled. “Is that a yes?”

  I kissed him again, easing the worry from his body with a simple brush of my lips.

  “I love you,” I whispered. “Let’s get married.”

  Epilogue - Jack

  His crib was warm and comfortable. Sam stared at me with big, mocha eyes, just as expressive as his mother’s. He liked it when I hung around, cooing and kicking his legs so hard I hoped he wanted to play soccer and not become a punter.

  I wasn’t sure how many nights I spent watching the little guy. Leah gave me a hard time. She said Sam couldn’t stop looking at me when I was around, and that I wound him up when he was supposed to be sleeping.

  Likewise, kiddo.

  I couldn’t follow all the rules, all the time. My son was worth breaking them all.

  I tucked the little stuffed football under his chin. He smiled. He had my smile. Now Leah had both of us to deal with.

  “So.” I set the ball at the bottom of his crib. “You missed the championship game, bud. I mean, you were there, in your mom, but you didn’t have a good seat in there.
It was a good game too. I told your momma I’d play for her, and I earned the MVP.”

  Sam blew a spit bubble. I took it as a compliment.

  “This is your first lesson.” I poked at his chubby tummy. “When you win, you act like you’ve been there before. You hear me, Sam? Always.”

  He gurgled and made a little squeal. His toes wiggled, and they were pretty much the most amazing things I had ever seen in my life. I rested my hand over him, amazed how I created something so little and yet absolutely cripplingly frightening and awesome and perfect.

  “Last year was for your momma,” I said. “I had something to prove to her. This year? It’s all for you, Sam. Every play, every drive, every win. It’s because of you. You’re my reason.”

  I could tell he was my kid because he didn’t have an ounce of humility in those rosy cheeks. I grinned.

  “You know, it wouldn’t hurt if you told your mom that…I think hearing it from you would score me some points…”

  Leah giggled from the doorway. I winked at her as she waited for me. Her arms crossed.

  “He’s supposed to be sleeping.”

  Busted. “He’s getting there.”

  “Telling him a story?”

  “Just making promises.” I brushed my hand over his cheek and smirked. “He’s bathed and ready for bed.”

  “I could have helped.”

  The little guy wasn’t sleeping yet, but he would be soon. I edged from the crib and took Leah’s hand, pulling her from the nursery and into our bedroom.

  “Training camp starts tomorrow.” I towered over her, but she was ready for me. Knew what I wanted. She smirked as she let her husband lead her to the bed. “I won’t be around as much.”

  “Like I can drag you away from that kid.”

  I launched at her, tossing her onto the bed and attacking her neck, her lips, her chin in ravenous kisses.

  “Speak for yourself…” I tucked my fingers into her skirt. “What are you going to do tomorrow when all the news crews and press come to camp?”

  “The perk of working from home. I have everything coordinated from inside the nursery.”

  “Oh, yeah?”

  She rose up, letting me tug her blouse off her shoulders. “You have an interview with Sports Nation at ten about your new, five-year contract. Then there’s a photo-op at the hospital in the pediatric ward after practice. You’re only supposed to bring the kids one jersey this time.”

  “But they need home and away colors.”

  “You do have a big heart, you know that?”

  I smirked. “A lot of things on me are big.”

  “That so?”

  “Need a demonstration?”

  She giggled. “Your last demonstration ended with that little baby in nursery.”

  “And you saw how fun that was…”

  Her body was soft, warm, and absolutely perfect. I pinned her hands over her head as I nestled between her legs.

  “You know I love you, right?” I whispered.

  “You already married me and got a baby, Jack Carson.” Leah teased with a bump of her hips. “No need to flatter me anymore.”

  “I’m serious.” I leaned over her, kissing her, tasting her, amazed by her. “I would do anything for you. Anything. Name it.”

  “Make love to me?”

  “I was already gonna do that.”

  “Then I’m an easy woman to please.”

  “And you know I love to watch you be pleased.” I kissed her again. “Are you happy?”

  “Very.”

  “How’s that grand plan working out for you?”

  Leah’s hands found mine, fiddling with my zipper. She tugged on my cock, watching as I shuddered with every perfect stroke of her hand.

  “Married. Baby. Job…” Her expression flickered as I adjusted her legs, pressing at her entrance, teasing her wetness. I pushed inside just to hear the catch in her voice. “Passion.”

  Hell yeah. I groaned as I pierced inside her completely. “Love.”

  “Love.”

  “You know you’re nothing like what I imagined for me,” I whispered.

  “Really?”

  I savored her tightness, withdrawing and earning her squeal. “I don’t mind being wrong.”

  “Good.” Her hands tightened over my arms. “Cause I’m always right.”

  “You’re everything I want.”

  Leah’s beautiful smile only got me harder. “Me too.”

  “Prove it.” I grabbed her and rolled onto my back. Leah’s steadied herself on my pecs, but she knew what I wanted. Her hips ground against mine as she rode me just the way I liked. “Tonight, we prove it to each other.”

  “All night?”

  I fucked the most beautiful woman in the world—the love of my life and the mother of my child. What better way to prove how much we needed the other?

  “All night long.” I held her hips firm against mine. “That’s my favorite way to party, Kiss.”

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