by London Casey
(Roman)
Willow put her hands to the wall and pushed back at me. My hands dug at her lower back, pulling her harder at my cock. She felt so good in the shower. Fuck, she felt good anywhere. And she wanted it all the time. The hormones were making her crazy. She loved waffles and my cock. That was it. Either she was stuffing her face with waffles dripping in syrup or I was stuffing her as she dripped on me. It had gotten to the point where when I saw a box of waffles, my dick throbbed and started to get hard.
Her hips were a little bit wider, her ass thicker.
Goddamn, she was beautiful.
I bent forward and ran my hands up her body. Her belly was swollen, getting bigger by the day. Her tits were huge, so full and tender.
I cupped them and she groaned.
“Careful!” she cried out.
I always took my chance though, gently pinching my fingers together, wanting to see if something would come out of her nipple.
We both sped up, her pussy ripping at me, forcing me to come. There was no stopping her when she wanted it and there was no stopping her pussy when she wanted me to finish. It was nothing I ever experienced before.
My muscles flexed as I came in her, hissing at the warm feeling.
I eased out of her and helped her to her feet.
My hand rested on her round stomach. “Sorry, little guy. Can’t help it.”
“Stop,” Willow said. “Don’t talk to him like that.”
Him.
A boy. A baby boy. My baby boy.
Roman Jr.?
Probably not.
We hadn’t settled on a name just yet.
That was okay though.
I touched her hips and placed her before me, letting her stomach touch mine. Our foreheads touched and we started to sway. It was sort of our thing. To gently dance in the shower. With the shower head above us spraying it was like standing in the rain.
Yeah, Willow had moved in with me. Her old roommate was taking care of the baby’s room. It was a jungle theme, a fight I lost because Willow didn’t want to jam sports down his throat. Not that I could really argue though. I was suspended from the team and the league.
There was no stopping that part of it.
I refused to play by anyone’s rules or games. Maybe if I had come forward, made a big speech or something, things would have been different. But I told the Commissioner to go fuck himself. I talked to ownership of the Dragons and made my case very clear.
Mackey was pissed but still my agent.
Face it, the league needed me.
I’d be back next season and smash any records set this season.
Willow kissed my chest. “Get out of here. I know you’re thinking about the game.”
“No.”
“Liar.”
I kissed her forehead and got out of the shower.
I wrapped a towel around me and walked to the living room.
The large TV screen had the Dragons on.
It was third and twelve at their own forty. Shawn was on the outside. Our backup QB was a rookie named Ace. He was some hick kid from a small town. A real goody-two-shoes, the kind that wasn’t going to lose his virginity until marriage.
I met him once. I could see the rookie gleam in his eyes.
He hiked the ball and dropped back. Instantly, I saw two men from his blindside coming.
“Move!” I yelled. “Get out of the fucking pocket!”
But he stood like a statue.
A second before he was about to get creamed, he did a little one hop forward and let the ball fly. He took his hit, which took balls. The ball sailed through the air and hit Shawn on a cross pattern, right in the numbers. Shawn then sprinted to the end zone, leaving everyone in his dust.
“Fuck yeah!” I yelled.
Ace was tearing it up.
The media was eating me alive everyday. Speculation of Ace replacing me worked its way throughout the country. Mackey got approached daily about it. People called me to find out.
The truth? I didn’t care. If Ace was that good and that’s what the Dragons wanted, so be it. I’d find another team and get another massive payday. Even still, I could sit on my ass for the rest of my life and never go broke.
I grabbed my cell and sent a text to Mackey.
The kid is gold.
Mackey text back - You’re gold, Roman.
I laughed. You just want another fucking paycheck. Money whore.
My phone vibrated. Fuck off, Roman.
I tossed my phone aside.
They showed a picture of Ace, a clean cut kid with a short haircut. He had a perfect smile, perfect height, perfect build. He looked like a good guy. Nothing like the beast I was.
Did I miss it? Fuck yes I did. I missed it every day.
I worked a deal with the owners and they allowed me in the practice facility on non-practice days. And because I took my suspension without a fight, I actually came out looking half decent.
The Dragons defense took the field.
I looked away when I saw Willow standing in a towel. Her belly pushed out from it. Could anything look more beautiful? I mean, if it wasn’t crazy enough that she had fallen in love with me, here she was, lugging a baby Knight around in her womb.
The world had no idea what it was in store for.
Willow had her cell in her hand. “I talked to Jay.”
“Oh?”
“It’s over.”
“What’s over?”
“The trial.”
I muted the TV. “Oh, shit.”
Willow nodded.
I had to do what I had to do. I testified to everything that had happened. The murder resulted in a major raid of gambling and drugs. The two men who were with the guy Tyler shot turned on everyone. They became open books of information. The guy killed - named Frankie - was a shake-down kind of guy. He hurt a lot of people. Including Tyler.
Tyler claimed self-defense and a drug problem.
It was a long shot.
“He’s not going to jail,” Willow said.
“Tyler?”
“Nope. They determined it was in true self-defense. He’s got a long road ahead of him though. He has to enter rehab right away. From there, he has to complete the program, go into another one, and then he’ll be put on probation for a long time. But the bottom line… no jail time.”
“And me?”
“You’re name is cleared,” she said. “You’re going to take heat for not keeping your gun safe though. My guess is that you’re going to want to not carry a gun for a long time.”
“Fair enough,” I said. “So that’s it?”
“That’s it,” Willow said.
I walked toward Willow.
My brothers popped into my mind right then. I hadn’t talked to them in weeks. The less we talked meant the old man was alive. Maybe not exactly well, but still alive. I couldn’t do anything about that though. No more fucking with fate.
My future stood before me.
I grabbed Willow and kissed her. “Thank you for all that. You put yourself on the line.”
“I made a name for myself,” she said. “Jay had to write down a number and he’ll pay it. Even right now, when I’m pregnant. I get to work from home and make a ton of money.”
“Me too,” I said.
“You don’t work, Roman.”
“Ouch, sweetie.”
“I’ll make it up to you.”
Her hand touched my towel between my legs. She cupped and then tugged at the towel, opening it. It fell to my feet. It was only fair that I did the same to her.
We stood before each other, naked.
Our hands exploring.
She stroked my dick back to life as I played with her full breasts.
I kissed her. Once. Twice.
My hands moved to her hips and pulled at her. I bent my knees and forced my dick between her legs. She groaned.
“Again?” she whispered.
“You don’t want it?”
“Do we have a
ny waffles?” she asked with a smile.
I laughed.
Willow was the only woman who could make me laugh.
I walked her to the couch and gently placed her down. Her legs were open, revealing her tender folds. She looked delicious and I went in for a taste. My tongue savored the sweetness of her body. I then kissed up her entire body, to her neck, and right to her mouth. It fucking drove me wild that she let me go down on her and then let me kiss her. She was vicious. Beautiful and vicious.
I kissed her and then thrust forward, entering her.
I glanced to my right and saw Ace taking the field. The good old boy that replaced me.
Yeah, I wanted to be on that field so bad. I wanted to stand behind center, call an audible, and make a play that would be a memory for everyone in attendance.
With Willow, there was no place I’d rather be.
By the time we finished, the Dragons had scored another touchdown.
I sat next to Willow on the couch and pulled her close to me.
“So now what?” she whispered, kissing my chest.
“Oh, that’s easy,” I said.
“What? Serve your suspension and play football?”
“No,” I said. I looked at her. “It’s simple… there’s only one thing that comes next.”
“Well, tell me.”
I kissed the tip of Willow’s nose. “Forever. That’s what comes next. You. Me. The baby. And forever.”
We started to kiss and Willow inched her way on top of me.
Her hand reached down, ready for more.
I definitely needed to get more waffles…
THE END (for now)
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