Page 32 of Mad Rivals (The Bradley Legacy #1)

My Girl

Over the next month, we see each other as much as we can—which is actually quite minimal since Dex thinks he lives with me now. On more than one occasion, I’ve rented a hotel room for the night so we could meet somewhere for a quick dinner and a long fuck before we each had to head home.

San Diego felt so much easier. We were away from all these stupid pressures and expectations and could focus on the two of us.

But it feels like she’s not going anywhere, and neither am I.

Well, except for San Diego. My house is ready, and I need to get there, move in, and get ready for OTAs, which start next week already.

It’s two weeks of team activities, and since I’m new to the team, I need to be there.

Clay’s going, too, along with Spencer, DJ, Trey, and Zach.

It’ll be a chance for the six of us to bond.

Together we’ll start learning plays, and I’ll focus on getting to know my new playbook, working out, and figuring out my place with my new team.

I’m hopeful I’ll be a starter. I have been my entire career, and I don’t see that slowing down now. But Chicago didn’t exactly have a winning record, and they made changes from the top down. One of those changes included trading me.

It’s the night before I’m leaving. The place I rented comes furnished, and I ordered anything else I thought I’d need to arrive the day after tomorrow. I’ll get set up over the weekend, and that’ll be it. Home sweet home.

And rather than spend tonight at my place with my brother, I got a hotel for my girl and me.

Yeah, my girl .

Over the last month, that’s how I’ve started referring to her in my mind.

She is my girl. I’m not seeing anyone else, and neither is she. We’re in this, and tonight, I plan to tell her that I want to make it work even when we’re apart.

I want her to see if she can work out of her LA office more often so we’re in closer proximity. I want to reclaim the magic we had for that one perfect weekend in San Diego.

I want to give this a real try with her away from the spotlight of my family here in Chicago.

I’m going to ask her to move in with me…sort of. To stay with me when she comes to town. To see if there’s a future here.

I’m nervous. We’ve seen each other as much as we can over the last few weeks, but we’ve really only known each other a couple of months at this point. Still, I don’t see another option than this since we’re running short on time.

I realize how lucky I am to play professional sports, but that doesn’t mean life’s perfect. Sometimes I wish I had the capability to work a normal job where I’m not committed day and night for half a year.

Sometimes I wonder where I’d be now if I’d just started working for Bradley Group fresh out of college. Would I be married? Would I have kids? Are these even things I want for my future?

I’m not sure. I guess I’ve never been sure since my post-playing career was already mapped out for me. I figured someone would make those choices for me, too.

Only now I’m thirty-five and still don’t have any of the answers. It’s all a little fucked.

Not one of the seven of us Bradley siblings went to work for the company.

We’ve all worked in different capacities over the years, but none of us were chomping at the bit to make this a career.

It was a nice way to earn some extra cash in the summers or even in the offseason before big contracts came along.

But my brothers all committed to sports, and my two sisters never really wanted anything to do with the company.

I’ve only been at the hotel a few minutes when I hear a knock at the door.

I open it and find Kennedy standing in front of me.

She’s worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, and I immediately haul her into my arms. I hate that she feels any sort of anxiety, no matter the case.

But I feel like it has something to do with me.

I feel like it has something to do with the fact that I won’t be here in Chicago by this time tomorrow.

Things are about to change no matter how we look at it, and whatever this is will either thrive or not survive.

The door clicks shut behind her once she’s in my arms, and I press my lips to the top of her head while I hold her.

“You okay?” I ask.

“Not really,” she mumbles into my chest.

“Talk to me.”

“Total honesty, I’m scared I’m here tonight so you can end this when it feels like it’s just getting good,” she says.

I squeeze her more tightly against me for a beat before I pull back and meet her eyes with mine. “Let me assure you that’s not my intention tonight.”

“Then what is?”

I guess it’s time to ask, but I’m not ready.

I draw in a deep breath and do it anyway.

“I love you, Kennedy. I want a future with you, and I know it’s early for us, but I want you to stay with me when you’re in San Diego.

I want you to spend more time there. I want to be able to see you, to continue getting to know you, to fall harder for you. ”

“I love you, too,” she whispers, and my mouth crashes to hers before she can say more words.

I want to show her with my body how deeply I’ve fallen for her, but I also don’t want tonight to just be about sex. I don’t want it to feel like a goodbye since she came here with the anxiety that a goodbye was exactly what this was going to be.

But then her hand comes down to cup my cock over my jeans, and whatever coherent thoughts I just had about tonight not being about sex fly right out of my head.

My hand wanders up toward her chest, where I massage one of her tits over her shirt. She moans, and my cock stiffens at the hot sound.

I shove my hips toward her palm as I continue to kiss her, and she groans as she feels me getting harder and harder for her.

I pull back and study her for a second before I say, “Tell me what you want.”

“You, Madden. I want you.”

“Tell me what you want me to do,” I urge.

She seems shy for a second, but then her words are fucking fire. “I want you to fuck me so hard that I’m sore for a week and think of you every time I sit.”

Jesus.

She adds more. “And I want you to suck on my tits so hard that you leave bruises behind.”

Fuck.

“Take off your clothes and lie on the bed,” I demand.

I watch as she takes a step back. She starts by kicking off her shoes. She pulls her shirt over her head and lets it flutter to the floor. She drops her jeans and then her underwear, and she strides confidently over to the bed, where she lies on her back and waits for me .

She takes direction well, and it’s hot as hell.

I pull my wallet out of my back pocket and grab the condom I slipped in there earlier. I stare at her naked form on my bed for a few seconds as I debate where to start. She wants me to fuck her so hard she can feel it, and I briefly think about taking her ass. I haven’t had the pleasure just yet.

But I need to prep her body for that. So instead of fucking her there, I think I’ll start the prep tonight. First, though, I need to taste that cunt.

“Bend your knees and part your legs,” I say.

She follows the direction, and I stare at her sweet, glistening pussy. She’s already wet for me. I can see it from here.

And fuck, that’s hot.

I take a few steps over toward her.

“Wait a minute,” she says. “I want you naked, too.”

As much as I want her to come over here and unwrap me if she’s the one who wants me naked, I don’t want her to move a muscle. I want to stare at her pink flesh a little longer.

So I slowly undress, dropping my clothes on the floor even though my instinct is telling me to pick up my clothes and set them over a chair. It’s fine. I’ll get them later.

I move slowly toward her, and I settle onto the bed between her legs. I bend down, and I realize this is my favorite place in the world. Right here between her legs.

I suck her clit between my lips, and her hips jerk. I’m a quick study who already learned what she likes, and I do everything I can to give it to her.

I slip my tongue inside her, and she moans as she gyrates her hips to the rhythm of my tongue.

I drag some of the moisture down and push a finger into her ass.

Her entire body bucks up, and she lets out a feral moan that I’ll hear in my dreams tonight.

I pump my finger in and out and lick my way through her pussy until she falls apart.

I feel her body start to clench beneath me, and I know her orgasm is coming, so I push a finger into her pussy at the same time.

I’m filling both holes and sucking on her clit when the intense pleasure takes her body into another realm.

She comes harder than she ever has with me, and as her legs clamp around my ears and her fingers tug on my hair and her body explodes into a contorting, spiraling mass of pleasure, I like to think she’s coming harder than she ever has with anybody.

And I can’t wait to be the man who makes that happen again and again.