by Teagan Kade
The gig with the New Yorker was too good to pass up, plus it coincided perfectly with Peyton’s move to the Patriots. I never thought I’d be interested in sports, but being with Peyton has opened my eyes up to many things, sport included — not that I ramble out stats and figures like the other reporters. No, my role is to dig into the personal side of sports, to find those stories within the stories, to dive deeper. I love it. It’s given me purpose, and respect. I’ve been able to use my influence (and certainly Peyton’s) to help local charities and push the issues I’m passionate about — child abuse above all.
Seeing what Peyton went through, brought to light by my own hand, I knew I had to make amends. Lorna didn’t escape unscathed. More guys — some boys, some men — came out after Peyton’s story ran — six or seven in total she’d abused over the years for her own evil gratification. Stone’s lawyers made quick work of her. She got five years, which didn’t seem like true justice, but for Peyton it was enough.
The fallout from the Crimson article actually had the opposite effect than I expected. Far from being ostracized and shut out, Peyton was embraced and supported. Crestfall, much to their credit, really stepped up, even organized professional counselling for him. And I think it helped. It helped him realize what Lorna had done to him, the deeper effect of what had happened and how it had affected his life.
I supported him as much as I could, but it wasn’t always easy. A year out of Crestfall and there were still no offers on the table. It was only when the Jets came knocking things started to pick up. Then it was the Patriots and I’m pretty sure they’re happy with that particular choice come today.
“I thought you’d be out partying all night,” I tell him, resting my head on his arm.
He lets go and slides my chair around to face him, crouching down between my legs so we can look at each other face to face. “You know I left my partying ways behind after I met you.”
“But you should be out having fun with your team, enjoying yourself.”
He smiles and I see a definite maturity developing in his features. That boyish cheek is gone and in its place is a husband, a father, someone dedicated heart and soul to their family.
Of course, he’s still drop-dead gorgeous, making me the envy of who knows how many women tonight
“Baby,” he says, voice low, “the best way to enjoy myself is with you.”
I place my hands on his shirt, slowly slide them down to his belt. “So I guess you’re looking to get lucky tonight then? It has been six weeks, I suppose. You must be pretty frisky.” I start to undo his belt. “How do you want me?”
His mouth moves to my ear and it never fails to turn me on. Five years and it’s like we’re still two horny college students trying not to wake Mindy, or his three brothers, up.
He pulls back and I look into those dark, smoky eyes, see our wedding at Crescent Beach, our first fight (over who controlled the remote, go figure). I see the day I told him after practice we were going to be three soon. I see the equal measure of fear and joy when he was handed Evie in the birthing suite… passing out on the floor like a lump of lead the second he looked between my legs. I see all of this and I know I made the right choice all the way back then to take a chance on the bad boy, to look beyond the surface and see who he really was, could be. I see love, building, growing, and eternal.
I see a growing bulge in his pants I’m pretty sure is going to keep me up ’til sunrise.
Belt undone, I reach into his pants and find what I’m looking for, always surprised how quickly he’s hard for me, even though I’ve got stretch marks now and twenty-four-seven panda eyes. He sees beyond all that and sees the girl he fell in love with, the one who finally took down the Party King of Crestfall.
I slowly start to stroke his cock, purring all the while. “Ready to throw down for real then, big boy?”
He reaches forward and pulls me towards him. “Baby,” he smiles, “I’m a King. I was born ready.”
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Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Title Page
COPYRIGHT
VIP SIGN-UP
ALSO BY TEAGAN KADE:
DEDICATION
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
EPILOGUE
Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Title Page
COPYRIGHT
VIP SIGN-UP
ALSO BY TEAGAN KADE:
DEDICATION
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
EPILOGUE