Touchdown (13 page)

Chapter 13

“Ten months!” Troy still could not believe the sentence that the judge had imposed on him as he walked out of the court with Jeremy. “After all those shit we’ve pulled off, I still get ten months?”

“You could have gotten two years at least if not for those shit. Zoey’s statement had been deleted, not only because she is now your wife, but because she has lost credibility when she changed her statement. If not because of the indisputable fact that you were drunk and the accident happened on a pedestrian lane, you could have been acquitted.”

“Fuck that. The juries hate me. They’re New York Jets fans. I’m sure of it. The judge, as well.”

“That’s just your opinion.”

“It’s too obvious he doesn’t like me, otherwise he wouldn’t have sentenced me for ten months just for drunk driving and negligence.”

“Troy, it’s your fourth offense. You’ve been warned over and over again not to drive when you’re drunk. You never listened.”

Troy stopped and glowered at his friend. “Am I your client or what?”

“I am pointing out the reason why the judge gave you that sentence, and in my own honest opinion, it’s justified.”

“If you believe I got what I deserve, how could I trust you that you’re still willing to fight for my cause?”

“I will still do whatever I can, Troy, but the most I can ask the court is a lesser penalty. Let’s face it. You’ve fucked up. The court could not just close their eyes and clear you off all charges despite overwhelming evidence against you.”

Troy rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’m getting another lawyer.”

“Bullshit, Troy!” Jeremy finally lost his temper. “I worked my ass off on your case, and you think I’m incompetent?”

“I did not say that. I just think you’re not that enthusiastic anymore to defend me. I need someone who believes I’m not guilty.”

“Fine. Go find a greedy lawyer who can promise you acquittal in exchange of half your fortune.”

Troy threw his hands in the air and headed for his car. As he drove back to Springfield, he could not help but feel guilty about what he just said to Jeremy. That wasn’t fair. He knew his friend had done what he could as a lawyer.

He should apologize, but maybe later. After both of them had cooled down.

After two hours of driving, he finally made it home. Zoey was inside and he didn’t want to get in there with his anger. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

As he opened the door, he heard Zoey screaming. He hurried to the living room to see what was happening.

“Hey, Cora! The Jets won!” she shrieked and turned to look in his direction. Stunned to find him there instead, she quickly covered her big mouth. “Sorry,” she said softly.

He crossed his arms. He couldn’t believe that even now that she had officially become his wife, she was still rooting for the Jets, knowing full well that while the Jets kept their winning streak, it lessened the possibility of the Patriots’ chance to make it to the playoffs. “They did, huh?” he asked sarcastically.

She cleared her throat, a hint of guilt on her face. “Hey. How did it go?”

He glowered at her. She had the nerve to ask that, while she did not even accompany him to court because, according to her a few hours ago, she had a terrible headache, while all along, she just wanted to watch the Jets’ game.

“Did watching football relieve your headache?” he returned instead.

“Oh, yes.” She stroked her head. “Watching sports really helps.”

“Good for you.” He nodded. “Good for your team, they’re inches away from winning the division. Bad for your husband’s team, we’re about to kiss our assess goodbye, and I’m about to kiss your ass goodbye and spend ten months in jail.”

Her jaw dropped. She looked shocked, but he knew she wouldn’t give a damn anyway.

He turned his back from her and went to the backyard. He needed a breath of fresh air.

*****

Zoey rolled her eyes after Troy had left her. “What a sour-graping ass,” she whispered and turned the television off. He’s lucky he caught her in a good mood, or she could have kicked his balls.

She stood up and went to her room. As soon as she saw Mason Wayne’s poster on her wall, she screamed again.

“Wayne, you’re the best. Why didn’t I marry you instead?”

She remembered Franki. Her friend was still at work and probably still uninformed of the good news.

“Hey, Franki,” she shrieked
right after Franki answered her call. “The Jets did it again!”

“So I heard,” Franki replied with the same ecstatic tone. “Wayne’s making history. He’s unbelievable.”

“Ninety yards, can you believe that?” Zoey added.

“Hey,” Franki interrupted her. “We’ll talk later. My boss is here.”

Zoey sighed and lowered her phone. She needed to talk about it.
Where’s Cora?

“Jets forever,” she uttered as she turned to the door.

She was stunned when she saw Troy standing there. She forgot to close her door, and surely, he had heard what she just said, including her conversation with Franki.

“Oh.” She smiled, acting innocent. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought I needed to apologize to you.”

“Oh no, it’s nothing.” She shook her head. “I understand. Don’t worry.”

“I’m worried.”

“Why?”

He nodded at Wayne’s poster on the wall. “That you’re cheating on me.”

She frowned. “What in the world? I’ve never even spoken with Wayne. Never gotten close to him.”

“Yes, but you put his poster there so you can dream about him while you’re married to me.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Am I wrong?”

She was unable to speak. She’d admit she used to dream of Mason Wayne a lot, but that was before she married this prick. Or perhaps there was once or twice that she still dreamed of Wayne after she was married, but that was just a girly fantasy.
So what about it? Why should it matter to him?

“I believe that’s none of your concern. The agreement doesn’t state prohibiting me from daydreaming about Mason Wayne, just as it doesn’t prohibit you from having sex with other women. You said that, remember?”

“I never had sex with any other woman since I met you.”

“I know, and I know, as well, that you can’t, even if you want to. You want to prove to everyone you’re serious about this marriage, so you try very hard to keep your dick soft. God only knows how many times you jack yourself off whenever you’re alone.”

“You’re right.” He stepped inside and closed the door. “But now I’m thinking, why the hell am I jacking myself off while I’ve got myself a wife to fuck.”

Horrified, she stepped back, but he kept advancing towards her, until he cornered her against the wall.

She shrank back. “Don’t even think about it,” she warned sternly.

“I’m not thinking about it,” he leaned closer to her. “I’m doing it.”

His mouth closed around hers, sealing off her moans of protest. She placed her hand on his chest, with the intention of pushing him away, but when his tongue dipped inside her mouth, she was lost.

As soon as she responded to his kisses, he stopped and whirled her around. She found herself nose to nose with Wayne’s photo.

“Alright, Zoey,” Troy said and ran his lips down the side of her neck. Its warmth made her shiver. “You can dream about him now. Think of him while I do those things that you wish he’d do to you.”

Her eyes flung wide open when she felt his fingers unbuttoning her topper. She didn’t like what he wanted her to do. She didn’t like what he was about to do to her. The first one was a mistake. She didn’t want that to happen again. But damn her. She couldn’t say no. She wasn’t even trying to resist him.

He pulled her topper off her shoulders and cupped her breasts with each hand. Heat enveloped her mounds, drawing a moan from her. He squeezed, rolled, and flicked her nipples as they distended, until she found herself yielding to his caresses.

“Open your eyes, Zoey,” he demanded. “Look at him.”

She did. She saw the photo of a man before her… just a man.

“Think of him,” he continued. “It’s Wayne who’s touching you right now.”

She kept her eyes on Wayne’s face. It wasn’t possible. She could not possibly think of him knowing full well that it was Troy who was touching her.

His hands moved lower and quickly got rid of her shorts. To her surprise, he ripped her underwear off her, baring her completely naked. Still, she did not resist.

When he pressed his body against hers, she realized he was as naked as she was. She felt his massive erection resting on her lower back.

“Oh, God,” she whispered. He was hard and throbbing. She was tempted to turn around and have a peek.

One hand returned to her breast, but the other slid down between her legs, seeking. She gasped when he found her clit and flicked it.

“Troy,” she uttered. Her body shivered. Her arousal surged.

“I’m not Troy,” he whispered in her ear. His hot breath added more to her pleasure. “I’m Wayne. Say his name.”

She did not say a word. She couldn’t utter another man’s name.

He squeezed her breasts, licked her ear, and massaged her clit until her body was reduced to a helpless receptacle of his lust. She was breathing through her mouth, right on Wayne’s photo, but she couldn’t see him anymore. She thought of Troy instead. She wanted to see Troy’s face instead.

“Spread your legs, Zoey,” he said, and pulled her lower body a bit farther from the wall. “Wayne wants to fuck you now.”

The mention of Wayne’s name disturbed her. She really did not want to think about that man now.

With his knees, he nudged her legs apart and pressed his overheated hard on right at her entrance. “Feel him.”

She squealed as his hard flesh entered her. He felt unbelievably huge. She didn’t think he’d fit inside her.

He kept pushing forward, sinking deeper and deeper. She held tighter on the wall, willing himself to take his massive size, suppressing the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her.

“Stop, you’re so big,” she cried when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore.

He did, and she suddenly regretted what she said. “You want me to pull it out?”

She shook her head. “Don’t. Just stop pushing. You’re tearing me.”

He stroked her clit. “Relax, Zoey. You can take it all inside you. You’ve managed it the first time, remember?”

She did? The memory of that night was too vague she couldn’t remember how exactly did that monstrous thing fit inside her.

She moaned. All tension faded away and her body practically melted against him. He pushed forward again and eased himself as deep as he could go inside her.

“Ooh, yes, Zoey,” he groaned as he began to thrust in and out of her. “Tight and hot. I think I’m gonna come soon.”

Her nails scraped the wall. She was going frantic. This pleasure was too much for her to handle.

“Is this what you want, baby?” he asked, increasing his pace. “Is this how you dream of Wayne fucking you?”

“Shut up,” she rasped, moving her hips to meet his every thrust.

“Say his name, Zoey,” he demanded. “Imagine it was him who’s fucking you.”

Even in the midst of passion, this prick still managed to piss her off. But she wouldn’t spoil this moment. This bliss was the best thing that she had ever felt.

Faster, she moved against his thrust, and he quickly caught up with her. He knew what she needed—a wild, rough fuck, something to make her go crazy about.

“Yes. That’s it, Troy,” she urged. “Harder.”

He held her hips firmly and slammed into her hard and fast. “Like this?”

She cried, gasping. “Yes. It’s so good.”

“Does Wayne’s cock feel so good?”

“No.” She shook her head. “I don’t want him. I want you.”

“Is that so? You suddenly want me now?”

She could no longer say a word. She could only cry and gasp as her orgasm threatened to explode.

“What’s wrong, baby? You’re about to come?” he asked.

“Y-yes,” she struggled to say.

“I’ll make you come,” he said and increased his speed, pounding into her with savage force. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel it.”

Her orgasm burst at his command. Her breathing stopped, her throat locked, her whole body stiffened as beams of blissful pleasure shot through her. He was only half-aware of Troy who kept thrusting into her, chasing his own release.

A long moment later, as her orgasm subsided, she heard his beastly growl as he slammed into her one last time and kept them tightly locked together. She felt his seed pouring inside her.

He pulled away after he had emptied himself, both of them gasping hard. She kept her hands on the wall, holding on for dear life. Her knees were still shaking. If she’d move out of here, she knew she’d fall on the floor.

He picked her up in his arms and lowered her to bed. They lay beside each other until their breathings regulated. Slowly, she turned her head to look at him.