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Kade

Today is the day that I'll be playing my first game as a married man, and I can't wait. I left a present for Sam on the bed this morning when I left to go get ready for the game and I'm excited to see her in it.

Lacing up my cleats, Blake looks over at me. "Is Sam going to be at the game?"

"Yep. She's going to be right in front and center with Janae," I tell him.

"Do you know if Jasmine is going to be there?" he whispers to me.

"I don't know. Shane probably knows." I start to open my mouth, but Blake stops me before I can even ask.

"Shh...don't ask him. I was just wondering."

"Why? Do you have a crush or something?" The blush on his cheeks deepens with the question, and I've got my answer. "Oh shit, really? Shane is going to kill you."

"That's why Shane is never going to find out."

Before I'm able to ask any more questions, Coach walks into the locker room and everyone goes silent. "How is everyone doing tonight?"

"Hell yeah," each and every one of my teammates shouts including me. I stand up from the bench to get a better look reaching for my helmet.

"Alright, men. Tonight we are going against the Minnesota Lightning. They're number two in our conference and if we want a chance to win the Superbowl we need to knock them off of their game. On three, Vipers. One, two, three..."

"Vipers!" everyone shouts and we all make our way out of the tunnel and onto the field.

The moment my feet hit the green, I look up into the crowd, searching for my wife.

I know the moment I find her because she's standing up with a Las Vegas Viper's jersey on with my name on it, the one I gifted her this morning.

My mind flashes with an image of her in the jersey on all fours and me pounding into her from behind. A shout from the crowd brings me back to the present instead of the dirty thoughts that invade my mind every time I'm around Sam.

The game starts off slow, and by the time we are in the fourth quarter neither team has scored.

Frustration runs through the whole stadium, everyone just wanting to see something happen on the field.

I look up at my one and only, hoping for a miracle.

I need to show off for her, make her proud that I'm her husband.

It's the last two minutes of the game when Coach shouts, "Line up, boys. Let's do something."

As a running back, I line up in position on the field waiting for the center to snap the ball to Shane, our quarterback.

The moment before the ball is in Shane's hands, I have a feeling that something good for the Vipers is about to happen.

I run the route that we've been practicing all week, waiting for Shane to see that I'm wide open.

It only takes a few seconds, but our eyes connect and it's as if we can read each other's minds.

I move to the left when he launches the ball, putting me in the perfect position to catch it.

With the ball in the air, time slows down, giving me the opportunity to see what is about to happen clearly.

It's like a superpower of mine, and what has helped me become a better football player.

From the corner of my eye, I catch a defender coming for me from my left, allowing me to move to the right, dodging him.

Just like magic, the ball falls right into my arms. I'm only about thirty yards from the end zone, and I run as fast as I can toward it.

Thirty yards isn't far but it's far enough that it gives the other team enough time to stop me. I see a defensive back launch at me for the tackle. I'm only about one yard, right on the goal line, allowing me to launch over it, holding the ball under my chest, protecting it from the other team.

I stay like that until I hear my teammates say, "Kade, you can get up. It's a touchdown."

Jumping up right away, I stand on my feet, my hands in the air, shouting, "Yeah!"

The crowd is going wild, and I look up to see my wife jumping up and down in her seat. She blows me a kiss, and I send one back to her, making my way back to the bench. Now, all we have to do is keep their offense from their own end zone and we take the whole game.

The last minute of the game has everyone holding their breath until the moment the buzzer goes off. With that, the announcer yells, "The Las Vegas Vipers win."

Jumping up from the bench, I run toward the stairs that lead to where my wife is sitting. I don't stop to talk to anyone, just making a beeline for my one and only. Sam has the same idea because she meets me right at the bottom of the stairs launching herself into my arms.

"You did so good, baby," she says, peppering my face with kisses.

"Well, let's go home so you can give me my reward," I tell her with a wink.

Sliding her down the front of my body, I place her back on the ground. “Turn around, wife. I need to see my name on your back.”

Sam nips her bottom lip as she twirls around showing me what I need to see. “Fuck,” I mutter.

It looks even better than I imagined. Now, I really need to get her home.

Grabbing her waist, I turn her back around smashing her into my chest, leaning down I whisper in her ear, “I’m going to change and then meet you here in five minutes flat.

Then we’re going to go home where I’m going to fuck you on every inch of our apartment while you wear my jersey. ”

Sam starts to shake in my arms as she mutters against me, "I love you."

"I love you too, wife. Fourth down forever."