Page 62 of Who's Loving You
With a kiss to the back of her hand, I agree, “Anything for you.”
Her lips twitch and it has the same effect on my dick that is begging me to make a move.
Soon. Please let it be soon.
All the players are stretching and warming up out on the field, each line doing their own thing. Lots of kids are already flooding the stadium to watch their favorite players in hopes of snagging an autograph. They’re waving their hands, trying to catch someone’s attention. There are a few fans on the visitors side, but the majority are here for the home team. The Los Angeles Generals.
My headphones are blaringAneurysmby Nirvana to get my mind into battle mode, but the dinner from last night still has a hold over me. After a couple of drinks, Valentina finally loosened up enough to laugh with the three of us. Her parents were fantastic, and like she predicted, they asked me much more than twenty questions. I happily answered all of them. Not because I was trying to kiss up to them, but because I’m an open book. I don’t have anything to hide. Other than the fact thatour relationship is fake and I’m praying we can go from actors to lovers.
We ended the night with a promise that they would soon visit Valentina and I in Houston and when they tucked themselves into their vehicle, I took her by surprise and laid a kiss so deep and passionate that I know affected her the rest of the night. She didn’t even slap or get angry with me. She slowly rolled her eyes open, exhaled and said goodnight. I was on cloud fucking nine until my dreams took over.
Coaches and players continue to move around the field, and we finish our get-off drills and move to hand warmups before taking a few passes and running a couple routes. Nothing intense like game time, just getting our bodies activated for play.
Our D-line and O-line have finished their drills, so Chase has already said his hello to Lucy and got his pre-game good luck kiss. I look over and see Lucy and Valentina still standing on the sidelines, talking with Rinaldi’s wife and a couple other ladies from dinner a few weeks ago. The two of them are finding a place amongst the wives and girlfriends nicely. Valentina is still more cautious than her peppy best friend, but she’s coming around to the idea of having these women in her circle.
The drills get going fast and I take my reps, catching every pass like the best goddamn tight end I am. We finish and get dismissed to get suited up, and I wipe my face with the towel handed to me, squeezing the last bit of water into my mouth before passing it back. I jog over to where Valentina stands and watch her smile turn tight and forced. One day I’m going to turn it around and have her jumping into my arms with excitement.
“Hello beautiful,” I rush out before capturing her lips.
She only slightly flinches before falling into it. Not as enthusiastically as last night, but then again she was more pliant thanks to the few drinks. She’s starting to get used to my surprise kisses that I love to spring on her.
When we separate she attempts to appear unaffected, but she has the same look of desire in her eyes.
With her camera ready smile she says, “Hello. Ready for your game?”
Always generic, short and non-sweet with her. I’m beginning to wonder if she is capable of warmth. Is this what she has been like in every relationship? Maybe it’s not so much that she can’t find the right man, but that they can’t seem to find a way into her heart.
“Sure am. I have a ball to deliver to you, so be ready when the camera splashes your gorgeous face across every screen.”
Her face blanches and pales. “No. Nic, don’t you even think about doing that. I will literally murder you.”
I tap the underside of her chin, tilting her head back. “You won’t murder me. You adoreme too much.”
Her eyes narrow and I see her nostrils flare and dammit if my dick doesn’t twitch when she does. Slowly, she glides her hands over my chest that is covered in a sweaty shirt. A buzz begins to flow through my body and chills roll over my hot skin.
This is it. It’s finally happening. She’s giving into what I know is hiding under the stiff exterior.
My hands find her small waist and she lifts just a couple inches on her toes to bring us face to face. She gets a saucy smile on her face and I arch a brow, matching her energy and readying myself. Her lips press against mine and a moan escapes them. I circle myhands around her back and splay my fingers, pulling her close to me.
I’ve been able to break down her wall and now all I have to do is give her a reason to leave it open for me, andonlyme. But my moment of euphoria turns into surging pain.
The little she-devil takes my nipple between two fingers and she squeezes it until it feels like it may fall off. She’s ignited a fire all right, but it’s not exactly the kind I was hoping for. My nub is pinched and twisted until I wince and groan in agony. I can feel her lips spread into a smile against mine before she gives up the grip on my poor little nipple.
“You better be careful little miss. I’m going to get you back,” I warn when she releases me.
She blinks her long, thick lashes up at me. “What do you mean, sweetheart? Did you not like my little love pat?”
The words seep through her clenched teeth that shine through a sarcastic smile.
“If you call a purple nurple a love pat, then the bite marks I plan to leave on you will be just that.” I wink and reach around to gently smack her butt before running through the tunnel.
She may have meant it as an act of torture, but Valentina has no idea about the beast she is tempting.
“Thirty one. Thirty one.” Rinaldi’s count sounds like a sweet song to his receivers ears. “Blue blue, hike.”
The center snaps the ball and I find my hole, speeding up the field and watching Rinaldi as his eyes search for Burbank like the play calls for. He’s got tight coverage and Phillips, our running back, hasn’t been able to get past the line of scrimmage. Burbank is able to put some distance between him and the defender, but I don’t think it will be enough to make the completion.
I see the ball leave Rinaldi’s hands and I break free from my coverage, sprinting towards Burbank and watching the perfect spiral as it nears. He jumps into the air, fingers outstretched, but the ball only tips them. The touch throws the ball off course, and it wobbles clumsily and unbalanced.