Page 67 of Home Town Advantage (Fourth Quarter Fever #1)

THIRTY-THREE

SUPER BOWL SUNDAY

SULLEY

I wake in my hotel suite to a knock on the door. Quickly throwing on my robe over my pajamas, I make my way toward the door. Looking through the peephole, I see Vance standing there. What is he doing at my room? He’s not supposed to have any contact outside of the team today. It’s his big day.

I open the door in a rush and see him holding three dozen Chocolate Cosmos. Smiling, he says, “Happy Valentine’s Day, beautiful.”

Yep, the Super Bowl is on Valentine’s Day this year.

I quickly pull him inside and check the hallway to make sure no one else is around. I close the door before he’s noticed by anyone else. “You could get benched if someone sees you.”

He rolls his eyes. “It took every ounce of restraint I had not to sneak in here last night and sink my face and cock into your pussy. If management wants me to play well, they should have encouraged that . ”

I bite my lower lip, feeling a flush crawl up my neck at his words, as I admit, “I wouldn’t have minded it. After what you did to me behind the stage at the press conference, I was good to go, but we can’t do this today.”

My body tingles as I remember what his hands were doing to me under my dress with hundreds of reporters only a few feet away.

He places the flowers on the table, stands over me, and runs his index finger over my lower lip. “Are you telling me that you don’t want me, baby?”

I swallow and croak out, “Nope.”

He backs me to the wall and pins my wrists above my head with one of his big hands. With the other, he unfastens my robe. Running his finger gently over the swell of my breasts, he asks, “How about now?”

My breathing becomes labored. A throb starts to form between my legs. I can’t spit out the lie, so I shake my head.

His finger makes a slow path between my breasts, down my stomach, and into my sleep shorts, over my panties.

He cups my pussy but doesn’t slip his finger into my panties like I’m suddenly gagging for.

The pressure and heat of his hand feel like they’re penetrating me. Lust coils throughout my entire body.

His lips move within a hairsbreadth of mine. I can smell his minty breath while also being cocooned in his unique Vance scent. The one that has never failed to make my heart race.

“What about now?” he commands. “I don’t need to be in the lobby for another thirty minutes. Can you think of anything we could do in that timeframe?”

My body writhes, but I still manage to breathe, “N…no.”

“Your panties are soaked, baby. I’m going to take them with me today and smell you during the game.” His grip on my pussy tightens a drop and I’m a goner. I can’t resist this man. His words and touch always get me.

I can feel him smile when I bring my lips to his before he deepens the kiss.

I can’t help but moan when his tongue meets mine.

It’s so sensual. I can feel it everywhere.

God, I’ve missed him this week. He had to stay with the team and was subject to all kinds of fraternization rules.

A few stolen moments with kisses and touches are all we’ve been able to manage.

I’m like a ticking time bomb waiting to go off.

He makes quick work of my robe, pajamas, and panties. Before I know it, I’m naked and he’s walking me backward toward the bedroom.

In a flash, I’m on my back, his mouth is around my nipple, and his fingers are inside me. In and out. I’m beyond sensitive, so starved for the love of my life.

He mumbles around my nipple, “I’ve missed you.”

“Vance,” I pant, “get the python inside me. Right now.”

And he does.

With Keith and a few extra bodyguards in tow, I make my way into the back VIP entrance of SoFi Stadium in Los Angeles, where I’m escorted to the private suite Vance and Daylen purchased for an ungodly sum of money. I can’t get over what Super Bowl tickets cost, especially suites.

Trips to the Super Bowl don’t come every year.

This is the first of their career. They wanted to go all out for the big day, so that meant shelling out millions of dollars to secure a private suite for friends and family to enjoy the game.

My parents, the McCaffreys, and the Humblecuts are already in there when I arrive.

They’re all happily eating, drinking, and engaged in conversation.

Seconds later, Kennedy comes waddling through the door looking murderous.

I bite back my smile. “You look good.”

She narrows her eyes at me. “I look like a fucking beached whale. Ugh. ”

“You’re eight months pregnant. You’re supposed to look like this.” Yep, Kennedy’s pregnant, but that’s a whole other story.

She exhales a long breath. “Don’t remind me.

Eleven people touched my belly on the way in.

Eleven ,” she emphasizes. “It’s super weird that strangers feel as though they have the full liberty to touch a pregnant woman’s belly.

Fuck that. It’s a violation. Though I guess I’d rather they touch my belly than my hand. ”

“Why?” I ask.

“You know I’ve become a germophobe in my pregnancy. Think about people’s hands. Just about every hand you’ve ever touched has had a dick in it. Let that thought marinate for a few minutes.”

I spit in laughter but then consider it. “Wow, that’s sort of true. I’ll never not think of that when I shake someone’s hand.”

She nods. “Right?” She looks around and focuses her attention on all the roses and heart candies used to decorate the suite. “And it’s Valentine’s Day,” she whines in a defeated tone. “I should be at a gym, scoping out the single guys. You know it’s my favorite day to do that.”

I look at her tummy, which has truly popped in the past two months. “I don’t think you would have gotten much action.”

She looks down at her belly. “Little fucking cockblocker. That’s what I’m naming it. First name, Cock. Last name, Blocker.”

I giggle. “It has a nice ring to it.”

She smiles before looking me up and down. “Your outfit is fire. I wish I could fit into something like that.”

I had calls from at least a hundred designers wanting to dress me for this game.

It was ridiculous. The last thing I was interested in was high fashion.

It’s a football game. When a newer designer came up with something that incorporated Vance’s jersey into it, I couldn’t say no.

And I like that me wearing it will put that new designer on the map. I’d rather help the underdog.

“I love it too. ”

“You should wear it in Vegas next month. I’m so bummed I won’t get to go again this year. Last year was a blast.”

“I can’t believe it’s been nearly a year since we were there.” I pout. “It won’t be the same without you this time.”

She sighs. “I suppose.” She looks around the suite. “Is Maddie here yet? I’m dying to meet this woman.”

I shake my head. “They didn’t end up coming. Francesca got the flu, but they created a signal for him to give her on camera. She’s still the talk of the town after he mentioned her by name in his post-game interview on Christmas Day.”

Vance’s shoutout to Francesca after their big Christmas Day victory seemingly turned her into a star in their town. She was adorably over the moon about it. He sent signed McCaffrey jerseys to her entire class, much to the delight of every one of them. She’s so proud that her uncle is a huge star.

No matter what he has going on, he doesn’t miss their weekly call.

I join most of those calls now. Vance has accepted her as an extension of Finn, so I’ve decided to put my animosity toward Maddie aside and do the same for the sake of Francesca, Vance, and Finn.

I have to admit, she’s a breath of fresh air.

She’s such a joyful, happy kid. We’re going to visit her in a few weeks, and I’m going to do my best not to strangle Maddie.

“Bummer.” She rubs her belly. “Let’s get the show on the road. I don’t want to go into labor during the fucking Super Bowl.” She looks down at her belly and speaks to it. “Though your crazy daddy thinks it would be hysterical if I do.”

VANCE

We’re at the edge of the tunnel, about to be announced onto the field on the sport’s biggest stage.

I feel like I’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life.

I’m so glad it didn’t happen before. It needed to be now, when everything in my life is finally falling into place.

When I don’t feel any outside pressure or stress. I get to soak it all in.

I stand with Daylen as we both find the suite containing our families. I can see everyone looking on with excitement written all over their faces.

He elbows me and asks, “You know what I realized this morning?”

“What?”

“That before women, life is like a penis. It’s soft, simple, straight, and relaxed. Then a woman comes along and makes it hard.”

I chuckle. “You’re quite the philosopher.”

He nods. “I know, right?”

I shake my head as Sulley’s face pops into my mind. “Not me. Just the opposite. She makes everything easier.”

With his eyes on the suite, he notices Sulley waving at me. I smile and wave back at my beautiful girl. He sighs, “When are you putting a ring on that?”

“We leave for Bora Bora next week. I’ve got a whole romantic thing on the beach planned out with the hotel’s event coordinator. I want it to be special for her.”

“What about you?”

“If it were up to me, it would already be a done deal. I’d fucking do it right here and now.”

“Are you going to get on one knee?” he asks.

“Of course.”

“Do you know why men get down on one knee to propose to women?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. I assume it has something to do with begging?”

He shakes his head. “Nope. Think about where your head is. You’re not proposing to the woman , you’re proposing to her ? —”

I smack his arm. “Cut it out. You’re going to ruin it for me. Fucking pervert,” I mumble .

He lets out one of his big laughs.

After a bit more bizarre chitchat with my best friend, we’re announced onto the field. It’s surreal to be here. I want to take it all in. I don’t know if I’ll ever be here again.