Page 27 of Protecting Player #73 (Portland, Settlers #1 | Gridiron Warriors)
Brea
Several Months Later – Victory Bowl Sunday
“ J esus, fuck, pup. Holy fuck.” T.K. losing his mind over me being on my knees in the locker room, giving him what he calls “good luck” head, soaks my pussy. I could, and, in fact, have come just from the sounds of his pleasure.
“Shit, Brea, I’m going to come.”
I open my eyes and meet his blissed-out stare as he brushes the hair off my face. I know what he wants. To see me. To watch me as he comes down my throat. To watch me swallow his seed now that he’s planted it inside my womb.
Pulling off, I nip the thick head and say, “Come for me, Tate,” before taking him to the back of my throat again. Squeezing his balls, I wait until he’s teetering on the edge before swallowing and forcing my throat to take another half inch of him.
He shouts, then shoots down my throat as he climaxes. One hand grips my hair tightly while the other one pets my cheek fondly as he tenses and groans, trying not to force in more of himself.
“Fuck, pup, do you have any idea how amazing your mouth is?” Lapping at his softening dick, I shake my head while licking my lips and smiling up at him. “Fucking devilish little thing.” He grasps my hands and pulls me to my feet.
“Only for you, husband.” He growls, still delighted when I call him that.
“I fucking love you, Brea, and little peanut here. I can’t wait to start a family with you.” Our mouths crash together, our tongues intertwine, and I clutch onto his shoulders, falling in love with him all over again.
T.K. has not been shy about his desire to have this baby.
For him, October can’t come soon enough.
I plan to savor every minute we share together until then.
It’s not that I’m not excited, I just know that once the baby arrives, our lives will be turned upside down.
T.K. has been trying to convince me to let him hire a nanny or a maid service.
Anything to make my life easier is his motto right now.
“You better get out there and kick some ass,” I say when there’s a pounding on the doors–probably Cash or Kace.
“Yeah, yeah, the Cup. I’ll bring it home.
Then for the spring, you’re all mine. Right up until the season starts.
” Dropping to his knees, T.K. lifts my dress to pepper kisses across my belly.
It’s become one of his favorite things to do when he’s not between my legs. Not that I’m complaining, of course.
With another kiss, I push him out the door and take a few minutes in front of a mirror to clean up my face and fix my hair.
I grin when the stadium erupts in San Antonio, Texas.
Even though the Rattlers aren’t in the Victory Bowl this year, they’ve put on a hell of a week of activities for all football fans.
Tonight, we play against the New York Nighthawks, and while their team has been good this year, they haven’t beaten the Settlers once, so my fingers are crossed that this game won’t be an exception.
Adeline waits for me in the tunnel as I make my appearance, and we hook arms, entering the field together.
Both mine and T.K.’s families are up in the box he rented for them.
He wanted me there, too, worried about the excitement and the pregnancy, but I insisted I would be fine.
Adeline promised to stick by my side, alleviating some of his concerns.
There will never be a time when the man will not worry about me, and that’s something I can live with.
The game begins, and the fans seem to be on their feet for most of it.
Every tackle, each touchdown, every single time someone recovers a fumbled ball or there is a turnover, they lose their minds.
I’ve been to plenty of games and a few Victory Bowls, but there’s something special about watching it happen from the sidelines.
It’s a wild ride, and I catch as much footage as I can.
Even posting a few short reels to keep the at-home viewers engaged, while not giving away the entire game.
It’s nearing the end of the fourth quarter when Cash makes a throw to Mathias that sends him down the field for his second touchdown of the night.
As the crowd screams, I turn the camera on and face Cash to find him and Jacob Badry, our wide receiver, rushing over to where I stand with Adeline.
Kace isn’t far behind, jogging from the sidelines.
Adeline freezes as Cash reaches her first, wrapping one hand around her neck, the other around her back, and draws her in for a tantalizing kiss.
As soon as Kace reaches them, she’s passed over to him, who does the same.
Jacob remains patient, standing behind her and kissing along her throat until she’s turned into his embrace, and he gives her the same treatment.
Biting my lip, I can only imagine how the stadium feels watching this very intimate display, but they’ve just staked their claim on my best friend, and I can’t wait to witness their love develop and grow.
“Guess I was right,” T.K. rumbles into my ear from behind as he places his hands on my hips.
“She was having a difficult time deciphering her feelings, so I think they’ve done it for her.” For weeks now, Adeline has been crushing on Jacob, Kace, and Cash, and it’s been so cute watching her work through it.
“Another pre-season wedding?” T.K. chuckles, and I wonder if he knows more than I do because from the way the guys look at her, it might not be far from the truth.
“I suppose we could share an anniversary week if necessary. I can’t imagine it with anyone better.”
Staring up at my husband, he drops a kiss on my forehead before returning to the field with his line, and just like I knew he would, he not only forces interference, but he allows Damaris to recover the ball and halts anyone attempting to tackle the kid as he makes his way down the field for the winning touchdown.
Fireworks blast, music blares, and horns light the night with excitement as the Portland Settlers win their seventh Victory Bowl championship this century.
“That’s all, folks. We hope to see you again next season for what I believe will be another championship run. Keep your eyes on the postseason for this year’s highlights and to catch up with our guys until the next draft.”
Signing off, I take a moment to catch my breath before heading to the field to celebrate with my man.