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“No, Levi.” She panics and I laugh. “Stop messing around.”
I palm the wall above her head as I guide my thick cock back in position and then, holding her gaze, slam inside her.
“Feel that, baby.”
“Yes. All of you.”
“That’s how much I need to fuck you every day.” I pull back and slam in again. “Every day, my cock needs to feel this wet pussy.”
“Yes, oh god. More.”
I hold the table and pound her harder, faster, deeper, until I fill her with my hot seed.
Kaylee cries out, her hands tied behind her.
Powerless.
And yet, she holds all the power.
And all my heart.
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WE CLEAN UP just in time for everyone to arrive. Kaylee leans against my side, and my arms drapes over her as Knox, Payton, Atlas, and Molly pile in.
Logan and Aidan Dufort, Blake’s cousins, arrive with him and Bella.
Then some of the Hawkes players drift in.
There’s enough food to feed a small country, and the TV is on as the Super Bowl kicks off.
“Who’s got money on the game?” Jackson asks as his wife drops down on his lap.
“We have,” she answers.
“We do?” he asks, and everyone laughs.
Drew and Kyler arrive a few minutes into the first quarter and slap me on the back when they grab a beer.
Finally, Dad arrives.
I watch him as he pours himself a whisky, kisses Kaylee on the cheek, and greets everyone else.
“Hey, big guy,” Jimmy Gage says, towering over my father.
“You guys should be on that field,” Dad says.
Jackson shoots me a smile.
We had a chat one day. He told me to make sure Dad doesn’t cross the line between supportive parent and the obsessive need to win.
One is healthy, the other is not.
Montgomery’s have always won. I get it. It’s our family motto. But this is the NFL, not a business deal. We are up against the best of the best.
This year, my professional career began.
I got my girl, soon we will be getting married—very soon—and the new season will be underway later this year.