by SM Soto
Grass and mud stains cover his San Francisco 49er’s uniform jersey. The sweat is still visible on his face and neck the closer I get. Despite the huge smile on his face, he looks fatigued. His eyes finally drift to mine and the dimples in his cheeks deepen into craters. I throw myself into his embrace and slam my mouth over his heatedly—in a victory kiss.
“Congratulations my MVP. I’m so proud of you.”
If possible, his hazel eyes brighten and the look he gives me heats my entire body from head to toe.
“I can’t wait to get you home so you can properly congratulate me,” he purrs in my ear, and I bite my bottom lip in anticipation.
“That’s just gross,” our eldest daughter, Katia, says with a look of pure disgust written on her face. Luke and I just laugh. Our daughter has gotten to the age where she hates seeing Luke and me share any kind of affection, even a small kiss makes her want to barf. Who knew seven-year-olds could be so dramatic?
When all his interviews with sports newscasters and the press are done, we meet up with Luke’s parents and finally get to head back to our hotel as a family. Sam and Aliza will be stopping by our suite tonight to have dinner with us and congratulate Luke.
After dinner is over, I let the kids bother Luke for as long as they want. They ask him every question about football you can think of. It would be annoying to anyone else, but not to me. I sit back and smile as my husband recounts each minute of the game with a play-by-play, and our kids eat it all up. They were so excited when they found out Luke’s team made it into the playoffs, then the finals. We’ve been down this road before. It seemed like each time the 49ers made it to the playoffs, they couldn’t make it to the finals, but that finally changed. I can’t help but marvel at how far Luke and I have come as a couple, and parents.
We started off as two college kids who couldn’t stand each other and were forced to work together. I never in a million years thought I would fall in love with the loud, man-whoring football player who made my heart skip a beat whenever he would flash those hazel eyes and those deep dimples. We may not have started out like we would have liked, but I’m so freaking happy we’re here, where we are right now. Luke has moved heaven and hell to make sure all my dreams have come true. I can’t help that I look at him like he’s just hung the moon because well…he pretty much has. He’s given me everything I could’ve asked for—a life filled with love, and three beautiful kids. I can’t stop loving him even if I wanted to, and I don’t want to try. Luke Caldwell is the man who stole my soul and my heart. Even that first night, at a loud college party, I knew Luke Caldwell was going to stir up trouble in my life. It was the best kind of trouble.
“You’re going to fuck his brains out tonight, aren’t you?” Sam says beside me with a knowing grin, making me chuckle. Oh, how I’ve missed her crass mouth. She knows me so well. I have plans for all of us tonight. Especially Luke and me. Sam and Aliza are supposed to take the kids out to see a movie then go for ice cream. They love spending time with their favorite aunts and their cousins. The kids will stay the night with them in their hotel room, giving Luke and me the night to ourselves. I smile to myself in anticipation.
I can’t wait.
After the kids leave with Sam and Aliza, I let Luke hop in the shower while I get ready. I pull out the shopping bag hidden under my luggage and pick up the lace negligee with the 49er emblem emblazed on the front.
He’s going to love this.
I slip into the lacey piece of lingerie and fluff my hair, staring at myself in the mirror. It looks great on me. Better than I expected after having three kids. Sometimes it’s hard to look in the mirror and feel sexy. But with this on? I feel like a damn Victoria Secret model, just with actual curves. It’s makes me feel good about myself and my body—empowered even.
The sound of the bathroom door prompts me to slip into the suite’s bathrobe and stand casually. Luke walks out—steam billowing behind him—with a small towel wrapped around his waist. He’s drying the top of his hair with another one. He’s still just as sexy now as he was nearly ten years ago, when I first saw him step out of the shower with only a towel on. Water droplets run down his firm pecs and onto his impressive abs. Heat immediately swirls in my core.
“Baby? Have you seen my clothes? I thought I had them laid out on the bed,” Luke says as he searches around for his clothes. I put them away while he was in the shower, figuring he wouldn’t need to be dressed for what we were going to do.
“I put them away.”
Luke finally turns, looking at me. His brows knot together, and he eyes the plush hotel robe.
“Why? And why didn’t you tell me you were planning on taking a shower. I would’ve waited for you.”
I smile at him, undoing the belt of the robe. “I don’t want a shower, at least not yet.” I shrug off the robe, watching as it pools at my feet almost in slow motion.
Luke stares at me with hooded eyes and a burning heat brewing behind them. It makes my pussy drool in anticipation.
“Fuck me,” he whispers in awe.
“That’s the plan, Baby,” I say in a seductive voice as I close the distance between us.
“When did you get this? Jesus, Natalia, your tits and ass look amazing. Fuck Baby, I can practically see your pussy through that material.” He groans.
“The kids are gone.”
He flicks his eyes up to mine, and a slow seductive smile spreads across his face, revealing his dimples.
“I must say, Babygirl, you’ve planned this out very well. I can’t wait to fill you with my cock.” His hands roam over my lace-encased body and grip my breasts. I groan loudly and without abandon. His thumbs rub and pinch at my nipples, making my pussy clench.
“Maybe while I’m at it, I can even fill you with another baby too,” he whispers against my skin as he trails his mouth and tongue along the column of my neck.
“Fuck, Luke,” I moan into him.
“What do you say, Baby?” He pulls the lace away from my breasts and swirls his tongue around my nipple, sucking the hardened nub into his mouth. A zing of pleasure shoots through the apex of my legs, straight to my core.
“No. No more babies, Luke. Don’t you think we have enough?” I pant out. He slides his hand between my legs and pushes the lace aside, running his fingers through my wetness.
“Not nearly enough, Babygirl.” He slides a finger inside me, and all the breath rushes out of me.
Luke slides down to his knees and yanks on the negligee until it tears, baring all my pussy to him. He hooks my knee over his shoulder, and dives in, devouring me whole. His tongue licks across my flesh, sucks on my clit, and fucks my pussy without restraint. Within seconds, I’m crumbling, grinding my pussy against his face with wild abandon. He comes up for air and looks up at me, his face glistening with my juices.
“Is that a yes?”
I shake my head no, unable to speak. I’m afraid if I open my mouth, I’ll say something I really don’t mean. Like, “Yes, I’ll have another one of your babies, but only if you keep fucking me with your mouth.”
Not taking my answer well, Luke lifts me into his arms and carries me to the bed. He drops me down, then proceeds to rip the negligee to shreds. He undoes the knot on his towel, and his hard cock springs free, making my mouth water. Crawling across my body, he licks his way up my chest, from my throat to my mouth and tangles his tongue with mine. Settling in between my legs, he grinds his cock over my slick center and we both gasp at the feeling. My body writhes beneath him, needing to feel him inside me.
“Luke,” I plead breathlessly as he continues teasing me with the head of his cock.
“I want to pump you so full of my come, it’ll still be dripping out of you tomorrow,” he growls into my ear before devouring my mouth.
I groan into his mouth. “Baby, you know we can’t. I’m not on the shot or the pill right now.”
“Give me another baby, then,” he chuckles, sucking on my neck.
“Luke….” I trail off, un
able to form a complete thought. Damn him.
He dips the head of his cock into my hot center, then swirls it around the sensitive nub. I suck my bottom lip into my mouth and bite down, hard.
“What do you say, Babygirl?” he asks in a taunting voice as he repeats the infuriatingly erotic process over and over. I know he won’t give me what I want until I agree. Another baby for incredible sex? I think I can work with that.
“I guess we can have just one more baby,” I say breathlessly, just needing to feel him inside me. Without warning, Luke slams inside me, and I scream at all the nerve endings firing off in my body.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers in my ear as he pumps his hips skillfully inside me. In no time at all, I’m chasing my orgasm with the only man I’ve ever loved.
“My heart is, and always will be, yours.” – Jane Austen
THE END
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
First off, I want to thank the readers for all your kind words, and taking the time to fall in love with my characters. I can’t thank you all enough for the love and support you’ve shown me so far. Each email and message from you guys means the world to me. Every review and post lights up my entire day, and there’s nothing I look forward to more. I’m forever grateful.
A huge thank you to the ladies at Give Me Books Promotions. Thank you for holding my hand each step of the way and making this process as stress free as possible. Shout out to all the bloggers that have reached out, and those who have shared your love for Scoring the Quarterback!
To everyone at InkSpell Publishing, thank you, Especially Melissa Keir. I can’t even put into words how thankful I am that you took a chance on a young author like me. Vicki Burkholder, thank you for your tireless editing and dealing with my constant switching from past tense to present tense.
A massive thank you to my beta readers who have shown so much love for Natalia and Luke’s story: Zellie Holtzhausen, Elizabete Virvinska, Lauren Marie, Courtney Garrison, Debbie Duncalf, Wingze Seaman, Jennifer Moore, and Rosie Garwood. Thank you all for dealing with me and, at times, my annoying ass emails. You ladies are incredible!
A great big thank you to everyone in my family who have shown so much support and faith in me during this entire process. It doesn’t go unnoticed. You all mean the world to me: Mom and Dad, Javy, Aunt Rocky, Monica, Bianca, Jess, Tania, Vanessa, and my sweet baby boy.
I love you.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
S.M. Soto was born and raised in Northern California where she currently resides with her son. Her love for reading began when she was just a young girl, and has only continued to grow into adulthood. S.M. lives for reading books in the romance genre and writing novels with relatable characters. She refers to herself as a bit of a romance junkie with a dark, and at times, depraved mind. S.M. loves to connect with readers and eat copious of donuts that will surely lead to her demise (carbs are life).
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