Page 26 of The Game Plan
The ladies jumped to their feet asAll I Do is Winby DJ Khaled blasted over the speakers, and the players took the field.
An hour and a half later,Reese stood in the huddle as Eli called the play.
He was sweating so hard, but he was running on adrenaline and excitement.
The Kings were up by a touchdown, but the Fortune had rallied to hold them to a three and out since the second half started. Their defense had stepped up their game, and the Kings were currently at a third and three, only needing three yards to get a first down.
“All right, guys,” Eli said. “Quicky Flicky on one.” He looked around the huddle. “Quicky Flicky on one. Got it?” Everyone nodded, and he clapped. “Break!”
They moved into position for the slant play, Reese lining up to Eli’s left.
Eli stepped up to the center and called, “Set, hut!” and the ball snapped into play.
Reese ran forward and held his arms out so Eli could fake the pass to him, and he took off to the left, drawing the defense off so Eli could throw the ball to Carter as he pivoted toward the center of the field to catch the ball. Reese was able to see Carter get the first down and more before he was rammed by a defensive tackle.
They crashed to the ground, shouts coming from the players all around him.
“Get off me,” he croaked out, the wind knocked out of him.
The defensive tackle was dragged from him and some pushing and shoving ensued, Spenser and Carter getting in the tackle’s face for the late hit on him.
Reese took a few deep breaths to calm himself, adrenaline making his heart race.
He turned his head and looked at the jumbotron as the camera panned to Sutton in her seat, concern on her face as she stood, trying to get a glimpse of him in the scuffle that surrounded him.
His heart felt like it skipped a beat when he realized she was wearing the jersey he ordered for her, his gold #37 bright against the blue.
She’s wearing my jersey.
“Vaughn, you good?” Spenser reached down and grabbed his hand to tug him to his feet.
“Yeah,” Reese replied as the crowd applauded. Reese could see relief was over Sutton’s face on the jumbotron.
Coming up with an idea, he realized where her seats were and jogged over to the stands. He tugged off his helmet as he got close, the cameras following his movements.
She stood at the edge of the stands, waiting for him. She leaned over the side and asked, “What are you doing?”
“Kiss me,” he said, and her eyes widened, looking around as understanding hit.
She planted her hands on his cheeks and kissed him, the stadium exploding into cheers.
He relaxed into her touch and unexpected heat raged through him at their connection, his hand cupping the back of her head as they made out on the football field.
A whistle cut through his lust-filled haze, and he broke the kiss, both of them breathing hard.
“Are you all right?” she asked.
He grabbed the jersey sleeve and tugged on it. “I am now.”
She smiled, tenderly brushing a piece of sweaty hair from his face. “Be careful out there. You almost gave me a heart attack.”
Her concern was so genuine, he was caught off guard by it. “I’ll do my best. I promise.”
Another whistle came, and he released the jersey. “Gotta run.”
“Run fast,” she called, blowing him a kiss as he walked backwards toward the Kings sideline.
He caught it and pressed it to his heart, a chorus of aww coming from the crowd.