“I think you’re wearing too much,” I say, yanking the towel from his body and reaching for his shaft, rubbing my hand up and down his silky skin. A moan leaves Matt’s lips as he bites my shoulder and fiercely grasps my breast. I feel him tugging me in the direction of the bed before he turns me and shoves me forward, my hands landing to catch myself.
The silk material of my dress glides up my thighs before the brisk cold air hits my legs. “Hmm… No underwear again,” he says as I feel the tip of him finding my center. I hadn’t gotten that far in getting dressed. As expected, he pushes forward and in one hard thrust, I’m completely filled at the same time there’s a knock at the door.
“Are you almost ready? The car is going to be here any minute!” Trey shouts as he bangs on the door. Without giving a response, Matt starts plunging in and out of me, ignoring Trey’s statement. I’m biting down on my lip, desperately trying to contain my moans as he pounds into me, but it’s no use. He’s so deep inside of me that I start whimpering louder than I intended.
My fists grip the sheets for dear life as he rocks me faster than he ever has before, our wild groans echoing through the room. With every second, I feel my body demanding to shatter and I throw my head back as I explode with fireworks from the inside out. Matt’s grunts tell me he’s found his release as well, coming at the same time as me.
Matt’s warm lips kiss my back, making me shudder. “This dress is perfect,” I hear his deep voice express, pulling himself away from me as he lowers the dress back down my legs. Hauling my body up from the bed to stand, I lean against his chest for support as I struggle to stay upright. “I want to remember what we just did every time I look at you today,” he adds, my body shivering from the thought.
“Okay,” I reply, wanting to satisfy him.
There’s another pounding at door and I already know it’s Trey from how it was delivered. “Why do you guys always do that shit when we have to go somewhere?”
We both laugh at the lecture, but it was worth it. “We better hurry,” Matt says into my ear. His deep voice vibrates off my skin. I’m about to lose it as the sensation travels down to my core, regardless of having just finished. I’m left disappointed when Matt pulls himself away and lifts the towel off the ground. “No time for another shower,” he says, already cleaning himself. “But I can’t say I’m going to complain knowing I smell like you.”
He laughs as I scrunch my nose thinking about his statement. “Sorry, beautiful, but you don’t have time for a shower either.” Looking over to the clock, I groan knowing he’s right. Matt pulls me to him with a smirk on his lips. “And make sure to not wear any underwear,” he instructs before walking away. With a low grumble, I go back into the bathroom. The least I can do is hastily freshen up in the minutes I have left.
Checking my make-up and hair, satisfied I don’t have to do much, I’m ready to go. Exiting the bathroom, I’m left frozen in my steps the moment I take in Matt. The outfit he has chosen is simple, but still leaves him looking breathtaking. The dark semi-faded jeans and dress up shirt were only the beginning as he now adds a black blazer for a touch of professionalism. When his gaze finds mine; his dark eyes and sensual smile are the finishing touch.
Originally, I suggested he wear a suit, since it was what most athletes wear to this event, but Matt grimaced at the suggestion. I knew even if he had chosen my idea, he wouldn’t have felt comfortable the entire day.
Feeling lightheaded, my heart races with desire as I resume walking over to him. “Now you, Matthew Garcia, look very handsome,” I purr to him, my hand already on his chest.
He shyly blushes at me. “Handsome enough to let me have my way with you?”
I throw my head back and laugh. “I was ready to throw myself at you the day I met you in shorts and a cut off shirt,” I inform him.
“Had I known that, I would have done what I wanted to do that day,” he says, nibbling down my neck. I knew that same day he would be my downfall; but this downfall I will happily accept.
“I can’t wait to rip these clothes off of you,” I say, using one of his lines.
Tilting my head, he tortures us both by continuing to kiss his way along my shoulder. “Is that so?” he mocks as his warm breath caresses my skin. Breathless and even more lightheaded than before I stepped into his arms I nod. With a final quick, opened mouth kiss that sends shudders down my spine, he pulls back to greet me with his dark, hungry eyes.
“Let’s go. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can get back so you can keep that promise,” he murmurs with a wag of his brows.
Trey’s banging on the door startles me from my trance of carnal thoughts, reminding me we must leave. “You’re very lucky we have a car full of people or else I would hold you to that promise the moment we stepped into the car.” His suggestion makes me bite my lip as I quietly whimper from the thought.
“We really should go. The last thing I want is to arrive late and make a bad impression,” Matt says, already tugging me to the door.
MATT IS ANXIOUSLY bouncing his knee up and down, clearly nervous. Who wouldn’t be? We’re patiently waiting in a private green room the executives put us in. Madison Square Garden is buzzing with excitement from the anticipation of today’s event. In a few moments, they will go live with the announcements of the draft. Until then, we are ordered to patiently wait. Entwining my fingers with his, I bring his hand up to kiss the back of his palm. I’m rewarded with a genuine smile and a quick kiss.
“When are they going to call your name?” Trey impatiently asks for the fourth time.
“You asking over and over again isn’t going to help,” David lectures. Trey pierces him with a glare, but it doesn’t affect David at all as he sits there, expressionless. I know he’s just as nervous as Matt. All of us are.
Suddenly there’s a light knock at the door and Julio goes into high alert before slightly opening it. “I’m here to film the live footage when they call his name,” a man says from the other side. A brief moment later, Julio allows the cameraman to enter and the atmosphere of the room suddenly changes. It’s obvious from his presence that things are about to begin. Our nervousness has now been replaced with excitement.
“You stay at the entrance of the door. Nowhere near Matt and Abigail,” Julio orders. The guy looks as if he’s about to argue, but with the challenging glare Julio is giving him, he has clearly thought otherwise.
“That’s fine. I can get a good shot from here,” the cameraman mutters as he lifts the camera. “Would you mind standing up so I can get a better angle of you?” he asks Matt.
With my hand locked with his, Matt stands, bringing me up with him. Nervously, we stand side my side and I can do nothing more than rub my hand up and down his forearm to comfort him. David heads over to the flat screen on the wall that is broadcasting the live footage. He turns the volume up and the commentators are still talking away about the various candidates. They announce they are now going to begin and my stomach rolls as the screen changes to show a man walking to a podium.
The seconds it takes for him to fumble with his papers and welcome everyone feels endless. Matt seems calm and collected as we wait, but the moment the announcer names the first team and their choice, his body tenses.
Minutes later, with several teams and their choices behind us, the announcer calls out the next team. “The San Diego Chargers select…” It’s as if time has frozen and everything ceases to exist as Matt goes rigid. It’s at that moment I know which team Matt is eagerly waiting for. This is the team he’s been wishing to play for. My eyes stay locked onto Matt as he anxiously stares at the screen. “Matt Garcia, for their selective quarterback.” With the words being delivered, Matt releases a gush of breath as he tugs me into his arms.
“Congratulations,” I whisper. Tenderly, he places a kiss below my ear, as if telling me thank you. I’m reluctant to let him go, wanting to savor the moment. When we do pull away, I can barely see through my tears of joy. With a last quick kiss, Matt turns to
receive congratulatory cheers from everyone else in the room. He’s given enthusiastic pats on his shoulder and ecstatic smiles from their faces. I couldn’t have asked for anything more for Matt. The cameraman has somehow managed to push past Julio and is now circling around all of us, taking in every possible view of our moment.
From the corner of my eye, I see a familiar face and I tug at Matt’s arm to get his attention. His eyes meet Eddie, the man who had invited Matt to the NFL scouting combine, and in his hands is a Chargers jersey, already embroidered with Matt’s last name. He heads straight to Matt and hands him the jersey. I’m just as breathless as Matt looks as he takes it from him.
“This is for you,” Eddie tells him, looking proud as Matt takes it from him.
“Thank you so much,” Matt says with wide eyes.
Clapping him on the shoulder with a smile, Eddie says, “You earned it.”
Matt’s eyes have yet to leave the jersey in his hands as he continues to stare at it in awe, but still manages to say, “But you gave me the chance,” finally lifting his head to meet Eddie’s eyes.
Eddie gives him an acknowledging nod before saying, “Welcome to the NFL, boy,” his hand still tightly clasped on his shoulder.
They exchange one last handshake and a half hug before Eddie exits the room, leaving us all alone to admire the jersey. A couple of minutes later, a crew steps in to interview Matt. The entire time Matt is composed and answers every single question with a beaming smile on his face. Twenty minutes later, the camera crew exits the room and the NFL executives for the Chargers are handing a set of papers to Matt for him to sign, informing him he has seventy-two hours to look over the details of the contract and make a final decision before we are finally free to leave.
We head back to the hotel room to celebrate Matt’s draft with plenty of alcohol and mocking stories of how he’ll forget us all when he becomes famous. It doesn’t take long before we’re seeking our beds. David and Kelly claimed they were tired, but from the way they were tearing at each other’s mouths, I doubt they were going to sleep. Matt keeps gripping my thighs as I sat across his lap on the couch, letting me know he has the same idea.
Without a heartfelt good night, we all head to bed. Since the trip was last minute, we were only able to find a suite with two rooms, leaving Trey and Julio to seek refuge on the couch. Upon arriving, we all agreed that David and Kelly would take one room, while Matt and I took the other.
The faint click of the door causes my stomach to flutter with anticipation of what I know will come. The faint glow of the city lights entering through the translucent curtains covering the window illuminates Matt’s handsome form as he predatorily walks over to me.
“Wasn’t there something you promised to do when we got back?” he asks, his deep voice breaking the silence in the room. He wraps me in his arms as his lips find the hollow of my neck. “I’ve been waiting all day to get you alone again.”
A jolt of electricity rapidly travels through me, causing my legs to go weak and my stomach to flip flop. Impatiently, my hands start yanking at Matt’s shirt, quickly fumbling with the buttons until it’s open and I’m running my hands across his chest. Our tongues glide back and forth against each other’s as I explore every inch of Matt’s mouth. The mixture of the beer he’d been drinking earlier and his own unique taste is like ambrosia I will never tire of tasting. The cooled air caresses me as my dress falls to the floor, leaving me completely naked and shuddering with eagerness.
My fumbling hands finally manage to push Matt’s pants from his body and my hand reaches toward his center wrapping itself around his shaft, gripping him tightly. Matt lets out a gasp into my mouth as I start moving my hand up and down, deliberately teasing him while leading him towards the bed. Turning us so his back is facing the bed, I give him a light shove. He lands on the bed and I quickly climb above him. I guide him into my body and ride him, sending us both to our favorite land of ecstasy.
CAREFUL NOT TO wake Abigail, I detangle myself from her sleeping body. I’ve been unable to sleep, my mind a turmoil of thoughts since this morning. Even with her in my arms, I can’t push them away. Picking up my jersey that is sitting at the edge of the bed where I’d placed it upon coming back to the hotel, my eyes stare down at it contemplating what I should do. For years, I’ve wanted nothing more than to play for them, but these last couple of weeks have made me rethink my wish.
Running my fingers across the embroidered lettering of my last name makes my heart sink. Since childhood, I’ve loved playing sports. I’d trained hard. Played hard. Made sure I always gave one hundred percent no matter what I did, but it wasn’t for me. I did it all to make Emily proud. She would cheer me on from beginning to end, always the loudest person in the crowd and never once missing any of my games; even in college. When my parents passed away, Emily chose to get me involved with sports to help distract us both from our loss. At first, I resisted her, not having the spirit or will to play, but she was persistent and won in the end. I soon discovered that I enjoyed doing something for her. It was the reason why I stuck with it. Eventually, I grew to love playing any type of sport.
With a heavy sigh, I wish my sister was still alive to see me play again, but the reality that she isn’t makes me wonder if it’s even worth doing anymore. While clutching the jersey tight in my hands, I feel the bed move behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I see Abigail crawling her way towards me, stopping to kneel at my side. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I tug her to straddle me, needing the feel of her body to comfort me. Digging my face into the crook of her neck, I inhale her sweet scent, letting it soothe me.
“Whatcha thinking about?” she asks, her sweet voice now sounding somber.
“Nothing,” I shamefully lie to her, not wanting to admit that for a brief second, I considered giving it all up. Her hand reaches in between us to take the jersey. Pulling back so she can get a better look at it, her lips turn up into a smile. As I’d done only moments ago, her fingers brush across my name.
“What does it feel like to wear it?” Her question takes me back to this afternoon when I’d put it on for promotional pictures.
Wearing the jersey had felt like one of the proudest moments of my life. Without thinking, I pull the jersey up and over her head. She stands, giving me a full view of her body as the jersey falls just above her thighs. It engulfs Abigail’s tiny form, but nevertheless, she looks beautiful as always.
“Now that has got to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” I breathlessly say. Knowing Abigail is completely naked underneath the jersey makes me close my eyes to catch my breath. When I open them again, she’s shyly biting down on her lip and tugging at the hem. My earlier thoughts of giving up have completely vanished. Reaching for her waist and tugging her between my legs, I look up at her.
“I will never be able to look at my jersey the same again.”
She giggles, using her hands on my shoulders to keep steady as my fingers find the center of her heat. “Is that so?” she breathlessly asks, her eyes now closed and her head thrown back as I continue to tease her.
“I feel sorry for the guys in the locker room with me because I’m pretty sure right before I put my jersey on, I’ll be sporting a hard-on.” She lets out a bout of laughter, but it’s followed by a gasp as I pinch her clit. Taking my hand from her body, I pull her back down onto my hips and rub her core against my semi-erect dick as she sits down on me.
“How about I give you something else to remember before you put the jersey on?” she asks in a seductive tone.
I’m already pushing inside of her as I say, “How about you do.”
OUR BREATHING IS settling into a soothing rhythm; I’m both exhausted and satisfied as I contently lie across Matt’s chest, the material of his jersey the only barrier between us. Lifting my head to look at him, I calmly ask, “Are you happy?”
“Yes,” he answers, bringing his hand up to brush the hair from my face.
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“Of course,” he says with an arch of his brow.
“Nervous?” I continue to probe. Instead of immediately answering, he chuckles. “Why all the questions?”
Resting my head on his shoulder, I consider what to say next. “I don’t know. I just want to make sure you’re happy,” I convey. “I know Emily would be proud of you right now.” The words cause my heart to sink with sadness.
Matt pushes me onto my back and is now staring down at me with tender eyes. “I am happy. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier in my life, beautiful, but it’s because I have you in it. Without you, my life isn’t worth living.”
My heart swells and I can’t help but smile up at him. “I can’t imagine my world without you either, Matt,” I whisper back to him. “I love you.” I pull him down to kiss him, proving just how much I love being with him.
HIDING MY YAWN with the back of my hand as the make-up designer applies her final touches, I hear Matt laugh. “Tired, beautiful?”
With a smile, I answer, “Yes, but it’s worth it.” When the brush leaves my lid, I open my eyes to find Matt returning the same satisfied smile with a gleam in his eyes. Even after yawning, I can’t resist doing so again.
“Do you want me to go get you some coffee?”
“A sugar free Red Bull would be even better,” I inform him with begging eyes. This time he laughs as he stands and walks over to me.
“Your wish is my command,” he says, placing a kiss on my lips before heading out the door. I watch him leave, already longing for this shoot to be done and over with so we can go home.
“All done,” the make-up designer informs with a satisfied smile. “You’re not needed on set for another few minutes so just relax until someone comes to get you. I’m pretty sure you’ll want to take advantage of the time when your man comes back,” she says with a wiggle of her eyebrows. “Just don’t mess up your makeup or I may just strangle you both,” she sternly lectures before leaving the room.
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