Misunderstood

by Kaylee, Katy

  I continued to thrust and withdraw until my cum was dripping from her pussy. My lungs burned and my thighs were feeling strained, but what did that matter? Coming in Katie was like heaven.

  I carefully maneuvered us until I was on my back and she was nestled with her head on my shoulder. I kissed her forehead and within a few minutes, she was asleep. Apparently, growing a baby was a tiring thing. She’d told me she’d been taking a lot of naps.

  I watched her for a few moments, marveling that she was mine. But eventually, the call of nature and a growling stomach had me getting up.

  I made myself a sandwich and was about to take it to the terrace when I saw a portfolio on the table. Curious, I opened it and saw it was a business plan. Was Katie starting a business?

  I picked it up and took it with me to the terrace and began to read.

  “How long have I been out?” Katie said later. I’d finished the document a bit ago and was pondering it when she appeared.

  I looked at my watch. “Hour or so.”

  She saw the portfolio on the table. “That’s Danny’s newest idea. He wants me to help him, but I’ve been a bit preoccupied.”

  “Is he looking for money?” I held my hand out to her for her to sit on my lap.

  “Yes. But, as you know, he doesn’t have a great track record in business.”

  I looked into her gray eyes, knowing I’d see the truth there when she answered my next question. “Is it my fault?”

  She shook her head. “No.” She pressed her palms to my cheeks. “Your withdrawing financing four years ago was tough, but I think his problem was Phoebe and an inability to really put his all into business because of her.”

  “Do you think that’s changed?”

  She cocked her head to the side. “Why?”

  I shrugged. “As you know, I’m not having much luck with endorsements so maybe I need to look at investing to secure our future when I can’t play ball.”

  She smiled brightly when I said the word “our.”

  “He hasn’t mentioned this to me, so maybe he wouldn’t be interested in my financial help,” I said. Danny and I were on speaking terms, but we weren’t as close as we’d once been, and I couldn’t be sure we’d ever get there.

  “I think Danny doesn’t feel right about asking you considering all the happened. I’m certain he’d love the opportunity to try again.”

  “What do you think? Does it seem like a sound deal?”

  She settled against me. “Yes, but I’d have a lawyer and maybe another business professional look at it.”

  “Do you think he’ll be okay if I show this to a lawyer?”

  She lifted her head. “I think he’d be alright, but you don’t have to. There are companies starting to take a look at you for endorsements. And you have turned down a couple.”

  “I want to make choices you and the baby will be proud of.”

  Her eyes softened and filled with emotion. “I’m always proud of you, Ryder. And our baby is going to think the world of you.”

  “I won’t let you down, Katie. Not you or the baby. I won’t be like my parents.”

  She held my face again, her eyes turning fierce. “I know that without a doubt Ryder.”

  It was ridiculous how important it was to me she knew I wouldn’t abandon her or the baby, or hurt either of them. I wasn’t like my parents. I was sure she knew that, but I was still compelled to make certain she did.

  “By the way, I got your tickets to the Super Bowl for that bet with Alan.”

  She smirked. “You may not be my client, but that doesn’t mean I won’t get you a great endorsement and win that bet.”

  “Well, we can give them to Danny and your parents then.”

  “They’ll only want to go if you’re playing.”

  “Preseason starts next week and I’m feeling better than ever.” The minute Katie and I made up, I knew I would have my best season ever. It was amazing what love could do to improve my game.

  “Mmm, yes you are.” She wiggled her ass on my cock, which of course rose to the occasion.

  “I’m feeling hungry again.” I lifted her and set her on the table, pushing her legs apart and feasting on her sweetness. Super Bowl or not, I’d already won the grand prize.

  Katie

  (Six Months Later)

  Ryder was a sexy man. He was sexy when he was on the football field working with his teammates to drive the ball down the field to win the game. He was sexy in the shower, with water and soap making his skin glistening and slippery. He was sexy rising over me, driving into my body as he made love to me. But I had to say, there was something extra sexy about six-foot-three, 220 pound Ryder Malloy holding our eight-week-old daughter and cooing at her. My heart squeezed with so much love and joy, tears came to my eyes.

  I was happy to have him home this week before the Super Bowl, where the Orcas were the odds-on favorite to win. I was so proud of him, but less about the football and more about what a wonderful father he was.

  “Hey, it’s on.” He called from the couch. Then he looked down at little Savannah. “Want to see daddy on TV doing something other than throwing a ball?”

  I sat next to him, leaning over to kiss Savannah on the head. I’d moved in with Ryder in the fall when my boss agreed to let me telecommute a few days a week so I wouldn’t have to travel so far for work. Ryder offered to sell the house and move closer to L.A., but there was no way I was letting him get rid of this house.

  Life with him was wonderful, although we had a few bumps. His being away for football games got hard sometimes. Not that I thought he was doing something he shouldn’t be. I just didn’t like being alone with a baby on the way. I worried he wouldn’t be here for the baby’s birth. As it turned out, he was in Nashville beating the pants off his old team when the first contractions came.

  He not only made it home, but he brought my parents with him on the private plane he chartered. Danny drove down from L.A. where he was living in my old condo. His business, with Ryder’s financial help, was doing better than I’d ever thought and was about to have its first national commercial. I hoped the website could handle all the orders when Ryder Malloy, the face of Danny’s business, pitched the green online store. And in better news, they awarded him visitation with DJ even though he wasn’t his biological father. To this day we didn’t know who that was, but we all knew it wasn’t Ryder.

  We watched the commercial, and there was something really sexy about watching my man talk about clean living.

  “Alan says this doesn’t count as an endorsement,” I said as the commercial ended with Ryder’s handsome face on the TV screen.

  “Why not?”

  “Because it’s not an endorsement. You’re a business partner and the face of the company.”

  Ryder made a pfffttt sound.

  “But I think I have one for you.”

  “Oh?”

  I grinned because in my mind it was perfect, but I wasn’t sure how Ryder would take it. He was a big badass football player after all. He loved me and his daughter, but I wasn’t sure if he wanted to do anything that might go against that macho image.

  “What is it?” His brow quirked.

  “It’s a baby company that makes slings, packs, and other items for carrying a baby.”

  He started at me. “You made it sound like I wouldn’t like that.”

  “Would you be okay in an ad where you’re wearing a baby sling?”

  He laughed as if he realized what my concern was. “Can I wear my football uniform?”

  I snorted. “I don’t know.”

  He leaned over and kissed me. “I don’t worry that it will impact my manliness to promote baby items.” He looked down at Savannah. “I think the manliest thing I’ve ever done has been to love you and Savannah.”

  God, he did it again. Who knew Ryder could say the most romantic and sexy… there it is again… words. My heart filled to bursting.

  He kissed me again. “I’m going to put her down. I wouldn’
t mind a glass of wine on the terrace. How about you?”

  “It’s not too cold tonight?”

  He gave me a look. “The California weather has made you soft.”

  He was right. It was twenty degrees colder in Missouri in February, but I wasn’t in Missouri anymore. I was in southern California. Still, I wasn’t a wuss. “I’ll get the wine.”

  Ryder put Savannah to bed while I got wine and brought the baby monitor out onto the terrace. It was nippy, but not too bad, especially for February.

  He came and stood behind me as I looked at the ocean. He rested his head on my shoulder.

  “Life is damn good, Katie.”

  I kissed his cheek. “Perfect.”

  “Almost.”

  I turned to him. “What’s not perfect?”

  He stared at me, his eyes glittering with excitement and maybe nerves. “Ever since I started playing football, I’ve dreamed of winning the Super Bowl.”

  “I know. And now you’re going to.” I was so proud of him it was difficult to contain.

  He took a deep breath. “I’d give it up in a minute for you and Savannah.”

  My heart swelled. There was so much love in it now, it was shocking it wasn’t bursting from my chest. “I know, but you don’t have to. By next Sunday evening, you’re going to have a Super Bowl trophy and ring.” I looped my hands around his neck.

  “I don’t care about that ring.”

  I studied him, wondering why he was so ready to give up his dream. “You okay?”

  He nodded. “I care about this ring.” He pulled a diamond and sapphire ring from his pocket.

  I gasped.

  “I don’t care about a Super Bowl ring, Katie. I want a wedding ring. Tell me you’ll make my dream come true and marry me.”

  I could barely see the gemstones glittering in the moon’s light because my eyes were filled with tears. I looked up at Ryder. “Yes. Yes, I love you, Ryder.”

  He exhaled a breath. “Thank God.”

  “You didn’t think I’d say yes?”

  He pulled me close. “I know you wanted to get married because of love, not for Savannah, and I hoped you’d know that I love you. Even if we didn’t have her, I’d want to spend my life with you.”

  I swallowed. “I love you so much.”

  “Then marry me.” He slipped the ring on my finger and then kissed the ever-loving breath from me. “Maybe we could skip the wine and go straight to consummating this engagement.”

  I laughed. “Absolutely.”

  “Tell me how you want to commemorate this moment? Making love in the hot tub? On the patio table? In bed?”

  “All of the above.” I’d only been given the go-ahead to have sex again a week ago, and we’d been trying to make up for lost time.

  His eyes flashed with wild heat. “Then get naked almost-Mrs. Malloy.”

  Several minutes later, we were in the hot tub attached to the pool, with me straddling his thighs as he sucked and licked my tits until my pussy was screaming for attention.

  I wrapped my hand around his cock, so long and hard, and stroked.

  “I’ll come if you keep doing that.” Ryder’s voice growled.

  “That’s the point.” I bit his ear lightly and tugged.

  He growled again and tugged my hips over his thick cock. “Fuck me, Katie.”

  I did as he asked, sinking over him until he couldn’t go any deeper. Our collective moans filled the night air. I started by rocking, my pussy contracting and massaging his cock, the friction growing little by little as he grew even thicker.

  “Oh God Ryder.” My breath quickened as pleasure ratcheted up. “I love your cock. You have the best cock in the world.”

  His laugh mixed with a groan reverberated against my chest where he’d been sucking on my nipples. “It’s the only cock you know.”

  I stopped rocking in favor of riding him, sliding up and down, savoring the delicious sensation of his dick massaging my pussy walls. “It’s so good, so good, so good…” I began to chant as I edged closer to the pinnacle of bliss.

  “Yes baby,” his voice was strained. “So fucking good.” His hands gripped my hips, guiding my speed. “Faster… oh shit… I’m going to come.”

  He buried his face in my tits, sucking and nipping. I felt it as keenly as if he was doing it to my clit.

  “I’m coming,” I cried out as my entire world drew in and then exploded in a million brilliant colors.

  “Fuucccccckkkk….” Ryder’s hips jerked up, and I felt his hot cum fill my pussy, which turned me on again, and I was writhing and coming again.

  When I was spent, I dropped my head to his shoulder.

  “What are the chances we’re going to make another baby?”

  I lifted my head. “You want more?”

  “Eventually, yes. But I feel like I have supersonic sperm and you’re like a fertility goddess.”

  I laughed. “I’m back on the pill, but if you’re worried, there are always condoms to add extra protection. Or, of course, abstinence.”

  He shuddered. “Don’t even say that.” He nuzzled my neck. “I’d shrivel up and die if I couldn’t make love to you.”

  “Then I guess it’s a risk we have to take.”

  He nodded and then looked up at me. “Life is good, Katie.”

  I smiled and repeated my line. “Perfect.”

  He smiled. “Perfect.”

  Epilogue

  Katie

  “I can’t look.” I covered my eyes, not wanting to witness the potential loss Ryder might face in the next few seconds. The Orcas were down by four points, with only nine seconds left on the clock on the twenty-five-yard line. They needed a touchdown to win the Super Bowl. The odds were against them.

  “If you miss a winning play, you’ll regret it forever,” my brother said next to me. We were in the luxury box at the stadium in Arizona. My father was with us, which I’m sure cost Ryder a fortune as Super Bowl tickets, in general, were hard to get, but VIP ones even more so. My mother was at the hotel with Savannah, content to coo over her granddaughter instead of watching football.

  “I know, but what if it goes wrong?” I couldn’t bear to see Ryder be so close to his goal only to lose it.

  “You still need to witness it. You know Ryder will fight until the fat lady sings.”

  He was right. I put my hands down and watched as Ryder huddled with his team and then nonchalantly walked to the line of scrimmage. He looked relaxed and confident. Me? I was a giant mess of nerves and worry.

  “Please, please, please…” I chanted and crossed my fingers.

  The center snapped the ball. Ryder grabbed it and took a step back, looking in one direction and then another, waiting for his receiver to get in position. But the other team came barreling down on him.

  “Throw the ball, Ryder,” my brother said.

  Ryder moved right, cut forward and then left to avoid getting sacked. His arm went back, and he shot the ball off like a rocket. My eyes stayed on Ryder as a huge player knocked him to the ground. I winced as it had to have hurt.

  Cheers erupted in the room, and only then did I look toward the end zone to see Speedy doing his signature touchdown dance. Ryder popped up and jogged to the end zone, high fiving and hugging Speedy.

  “Ryder just won the Super Bowl.” I was so proud of him that tears came to my eyes.

  “I always knew he had it in him,” my father said, hugging my brother and then me. The owner and other important people related to the team hugged and cheered. Champagne bottles popped open.

  “I want to see him.” I wanted to be there to experience his success with him.

  “He’s got to interview and shower. We’ll see him at the party.” My brother handed me a glass of champagne.

  I took the glass and gulped it down as the big screen showed a television announcer thrusting a microphone into Ryder’s face. He looked so happy as his gaze lifted toward the VIP box. Was he looking for us?

  “So, Ryder, how does it feel
to win the Super Bowl on the last play of the game?”

  Ryder smiled. “It’s doesn’t suck.”

  “How confident were you in the huddle for that last play? Did you know it would work?”

  “I knew it would work if the other team didn’t mess it up for us. They played incredibly, disrupting many of our plays. This time we could succeed. I’m so proud of everyone because it’s truly a team effort. Without them, I’d be a pancake on the field crushed by the opposition.”

  “You did take a few hits. Any concerns about re-injuring your shoulder?”

  “Not one.” Ryder began to look antsy, and I knew he was ready to get with his teammates to celebrate.

  “Winning the Super Bowl is a dream for many young boys. Would you say this is the biggest thing to happen to you?”

  Ryder turned his attention to the announcer. “Excluding the birth of my daughter, this is the biggest thing. But I anticipate something just as big in a few days.”

  “Oh? What could be just as big?”

  “I’m getting married.” Ryder looked into the camera. “I love you Katie, baby.”

  There was a loud “aww” through the VIP box.

  “Gag,” my brother said, but he winked at me when he said it.

  “I’m going to him.” I couldn’t wait another minute longer to see him and hug him and kiss him.

  “We need to wait—”

  But I was already out the door, heading toward the locker room. When I reached the area, they stopped me, but I used my PR firm credential to get into the hall that housed the locker rooms.

  I was nearly to the door when a big burly man stepped in front of me.

  “No women allowed.” He smirked, probably because he thought I wanted to salivate over sexy football players.

  “I’m with Ryder Malloy. Have you seen him? Do you really think with a man like that in my life I’ll be looking at any of the other players?”

  The big man laughed, but I could see he would not budge.

  “She’s with me.” Ray came up behind me and without waiting for the big man, pushed me through the locker doors. There was whooping and yelling, and naked men everywhere. But my eyes went straight to Ryder. He was standing naked, looking strong and happy.