Touchdown (22 page)

Troy didn’t look much. Indeed, it was a small room, but the sight of a bed in the middle was good enough for him.

He locked the door and tugged his shirt off. When she turned to look at him, she was startled to find him half naked.

He smiled and cupped her face, cocking his head to reach for her mouth. “I’m calling Jeremy to cancel the divorce proceeding,” he murmured.

She moaned against his lips. “I already did. But he said you never gave back the papers to him.”

“I had no intention to.”

She laughed, pressing and gliding her hands over her chest and abs, tracing the curves of his muscles.

His hormones spiraled out of control, but there was one final thing that she had to know beforehand. “I need to tell you something,” he said and pulled away from her.

She looked into his eyes, still dazed. “What is it?”

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her down on his lap. “Tomorrow, I’m going to jail.”

Her smile faded away and her lips trembled. She looked like a child who was on the verge of crying. “That soon?”

He nodded, twirling a few strands of her hair around his finger. “They just gave me the opportunity to play tonight, but I signed an agreement that I would voluntarily submit myself tomorrow before five PM.”

“Did you not appeal?”

“I did. They lowered my sentence to seven months. I decided to accept it.”

“So you’d be away for seven months?”

“Not only that, I’m still awaiting sentence in the obstruction case.”

“You shouldn’t have confessed to that. All they had were circumstantial evidence.”

“I just didn’t want to cause you any more trouble.”

“Oh, baby.” She put her arms around his shoulders. “We should have shared the trouble together.”

“Not while you’re pregnant.”

“I don’t want to give birth without you.”

“I’ll be eligible for parole after a few months, so I’ll be there to meet our baby. Will you wait for me?”

She nodded and kissed him, which he passionately responded. “Yes, baby. I’ll wait for you.”

His response was a moan and a deep, searing kiss, his tongue exploring the insides of her delicious mouth. His temperature had risen, almost to the point of burning. He wanted her now.

He fumbled at the back zipper of her dress and slid it down. He tugged the straps off her shoulders and unfastened her strapless bra. Tugging his head back and down, he stared at the flesh he bared.

He gasped at the sight of her breasts. They looked a lot bigger now, rounder, and firmer, topped with the most delectable cherry nipples.

“You want them?” she teased.

He looked into her eyes and smiled. “Badly.”

She stood up discarded the rest of her clothes, including her lacy panties. When she straightened before him, he gasped at the sight of a beautiful goddess.

Breathless, he reached for her breasts, squeezing them with both his hands, relishing its soft texture against his fingers and palms, like smooth cream flowing out of his grip.

She straddled his lap, kneeling on each side of his legs, yielding her body closer to him.

He took her offer, taking her nipple as deep as he could inside his mouth and sucked hard. She moaned and arched her body forward, needing more. He granted her wish by seeking her clit between her legs. When he found it, he pressed the flat of his thumb on the swollen bud and massaged it.

She whimpered like a kitten, holding on tighter to his shoulders. He sucked her breasts harder, squeezed the other, and his long finger sought her entrance.

She whined in pleasure, rocking her hips against his penetrating finger. She was dripping wet, wild, and hot.

He grabbed her underneath her arms and easily tossed her down the bed, momentarily stunning her. When she recuperated and found herself lying underneath him, she smiled and stretched like a kitten.

His cock throbbed. This woman just stirred his arousal out of control.

Without wasting a second, he tugged his jeans and his boxers down. He knelt beside her and allowed her to watch his nakedness.

Like she was in trance, she kept her gaze on his dick. She propped herself on one elbow and reached for his cock with her other hand.

“Oh,” she moaned as she stroked his hard, thick length. “You’re so big, baby.” She looked into his eyes, revealing to him the hunger in her eyes—so intense, so vibrant. “So hard.”

Those words only heightened his arousal even more. He knelt between her thighs and pushed her back flat on the bed, his body coming over her. “Is that what you want, baby?” he whispered.

“Yes,” she replied in between shallow breaths and spread her legs wider. “I want it deep inside me right now.”

He smiled and held his shaft, stroking her entrance and clit with the wide head of his cock, reducing her into a wild cat in heat, desperate to be fucked, and that’s exactly how he wanted her to be.

“Please!” she finally begged, arching her body to him.

“Here now, baby,” he said and thrust forward. Suddenly, the pain on his knee hit him, making him pause and cringe.

“You okay?” she asked, worried that she could have hurt him.

He shook his head. “It’s nothing, baby,” he said and continued forward. He would not stop now, not while he’s in the midst of this pleasure, not even if this injury killed him.

“No.” She pressed her hands on his chest. “Let me do it.”

“I can do this.”

“I want to ride you. I’ve always wanted to.”

He stopped and met her gaze. When she smiled, he smiled back and rolled over the bed, taking her over him.

“Wow.” Her eyes gleamed with pride as she sat over him, her legs straddling his thighs. “Now, you’re mine, Troy Myers.”

He smiled and held her hips upward and positioned the tip of his cock on her entrance. “Not yet, Zoey Graham, until you take me deep inside you… every inch of it.”

She bit on her lower lip and lowered herself into him, taking his cock inside her inch after inch. “This big cock is mine,” she whispered and was about to close her eyes.

“Look at me, Zoey,” he demanded. “I want to see your eyes while I enter you.”

She obeyed, her breathing becoming shallow. “You’re not entering me. I’m taking you in.”

“Yes,” he agreed as he felt himself sinking deeper and deeper within her hot moistened channel. “Take me all the way in.”

She suddenly cringed and stopped. “You’re so big, baby. There’s not enough room.”

He pulled himself up and kissed her mouth. “Relax your legs, darling. Soften your those muscles.”

As she heard his words, her tension eased down and she continued to swallow his cock deeper inside her.

He moaned in pleasure and laid down back on the bed. As the last inch of his cock disappeared inside her, she moaned with him.

He held her hips close against him, relishing the feel of finally being completely sheathed inside her hot channel after weeks of abstinence. So blissfully satisfying, the pleasure so intense it threatened to awaken the monster inside him.

“Zoey,” he found himself uttering her name and guided her hips to move back and forth over him. Her inner muscles were hot, tight, wet, and soft. It massaged and stroked his hard cock in the most delicious way possible. “Harder, Zoey. Fuck me.”

She obeyed, moving faster over him, until she got the perfect rhythm that he no longer had to support her. “Troy, you feel so good.”

The pleasure was overwhelming. His heartbeat was racing that he had to catch his every breath. He kept his eyes on her chest, hypnotized with the way her breasts bounced up and down as she moved over him.

She was wild and reckless. From the way her eyes rolled, he could tell she was about to come. So was he. His body was on fire. His seed was demanding for a glorious release.

“Yes, darling, yes,” he urged as he reached to squeeze her breasts.

Harder, she rode him, intent on chasing her climax. It didn’t take any longer than a few seconds when she suddenly stiffened, her hands clawed at his shoulders, followed by the sound of her shrill cry of blissful pleasure.

Her inner muscles contracted around his cock, milking him, drawing his own orgasm out. She succeeded. In the midst of her pleasure, his seed surged violently inside her.

She collapsed over him as his orgasm began to subside. Gasping, they lay in peace as he relished her light weight over him.

“Wow,” she said a moment later.

He stroked her tousled hair. “Wow, huh?”

She lifted her head to see his face. She was sweating to the tip of her nose, her make-up was ruined, but she had never looked more beautiful as she was right at this moment.

“Is it not?” she asked.

“Sure is, but you know me.” He smiled and she flushed. He knew she understood what he meant. Something like that would never be enough to satisfy his hunger, not especially after weeks of dry spell.

“Then, let’s start the second half,” she said.

“It’s only the second quarter, baby.”

She laughed and reached for his still hard cock.

“No.”

She stopped. “Why?”

“Let me do it this time,” he replied and moved to stand on the floor with her. He turned her around and bent her down the bed.

“You don’t want me to ride you again?”

He kissed her mouth and spread her legs. “You can ride me all you want later, darling. I need to unleash this demon inside me before they put me to jail tomorrow.”

“Bring it on, demon. Show me what you’re made of.”

“You got it.” He was about to shove his cock inside her, but he paused and fumbled on her belly. “I might hurt the baby.”

“You won’t. He’s snug and comfortable inside my womb.”

“Sure? Even if I go rough on you?”

“Sure.”

That was all what he needed to hear, and he drove his cock forward, penetrating her in one solid plunge.

She cried and tightened her inner muscles around his cock. He growled like the beast he was. Holding her hips tight, he began to thrust in and out, hard and rough, relentlessly. And she loved it. She was meeting his every brutal thrust like the wild cat she was.

“Harder, Troy! That feels so good.”

He thrust harder into her, just as she asked, and she cried louder.

This pleasure. He couldn’t begin to think that he’d have to abstain from this for seven months while he’d be in jail. The more that he wanted to fuck her like crazy. But the baby. He must not hurt it.

“Slow down, baby,” she said. “You’ll hurt your knee.”

“This is slow enough to me,” he replied. “If this injury ends my career, I don’t give a damn. I have you. We have a baby. That gives me a lot to live for.”

She turned her head to him and smiled. “I love you, Troy.”

He bent down and kissed her lips. “I love you,” he whispered and continued to make love with her.

Seven months in jail. It felt like forever. The more that he did not want to stop, because it would be a long, long time because he’d feel this pleasure again.

Epilogue

15 months later…

“From Beth.”

Surprised, Zoey reluctantly accepted a gift in a brightly-colored wrapper that Franki handed her. “Where is she?” she asked.

Today was Bessie’s tenth birthday, which was now being celebrated at the backyard lawn of Troy’s house, now her house as well. She had sent Beth an invitation, but she didn’t hear back from her old friend.

“She didn’t want to come here,” Franki replied. “She handed that to me at the gate.”

Zoey sighed and scattered her gaze around the backyard lawn, searching for Bessie. She found the little celebrant running with her friends around the huge princess castle that Troy had built for the occasion.

“She’s having fun,” Franki, who was also staring in the same direction, said. “You can give it to her later.”

Zoey nodded and placed the gift on top of the piles of presence. “She could have been happier if her mother was here.”

Franki sighed. “I tried to convince her to at least personally greet her daughter, but she refused.”

“What’s wrong with her? She had totally abandoned her daughter.”

“I don’t feel sorry for Bessie. She looks content with you. She has a family now.”

Zoey couldn’t help but agree. Since she and Troy jointly adopted Bessie, the girl never asked about her mother again.

She saw Troy standing not too far away from the castle, watching the children play while holding their nine-month old son, Ashton.

Even if he had his own real son, he still treated Bessie like his own daughter. He had actually spoiled her, gave her anything she asked of him. In fact, Bessie now called him
Daddy
.

She remembered that day when she was about to give birth to Ashton. Troy was still in jail. They turned down his request for parole. It had been difficult for her the last few months without him, but the most difficult thing was to not have him by her side on that particular day. The presence of Logan and Troy’s parents comforted her though.

But as they wheeled her to the delivery room, she heard Troy’s voice. Even in the midst of pain, she opened her eyes to look around. There, she saw her husband running towards her, still wearing his prison uniform and escorted by a policeman.

He begged for the hospital staff to stop for a minute so he could kiss and hug her. She couldn’t remember crying harder than at that moment. Troy did too. He stayed with her until she had given birth. He even held the baby in his arms, crying in joy. But after that, the police officer had to take him back to prison.

A month after that, they finally granted him parole. He had almost never left her side since then and spent more time with his son more than she had. He also turned down Hal Carter’s request to have him back to the game even if his one year suspension had already been lifted, resulting to the Patriots being eliminated from the playoffs. He said he needed to make it up with his wife and his son.

As if he felt that she was staring at him, Troy turned in her direction and smiled at her.

Franki groaned. “Your husband seems to fall more and more in love with you everyday. It’s been a while since I saw my husband look at me in such a way.”

Zoey put her arms around her friend. “Give it another year and I’d be saying the same thing you just said.” They both giggled.

“I’ll go check on my girls,” Franki said and left.

Troy approached her.

“Need help with the baby,” she asked, gently wiping the drool off the sides of Ashton’s mouth.

“No,” he replied. “I just noticed you staring at me. Missing me already?”

She laughed. “I miss you all the time,” she confessed. There was no reason for her to hide anything from him now. Since they were reunited after his release from prison, they opened up everything to each other. They fell in love with each other without any reservations, without remorse, without holding back. Now, they were crazy in love with each other, laughing most of the time, doing things together.

He leaned over to whisper in her ear. “I’ll tuck in the kids early tonight, so we can have the rest of the night for ourselves.”

She giggled. Suddenly, Logan was standing before them.

“You heard from Hal?” the coach asked.

Troy nodded. “He called me yesterday.”

“So?”

Troy looked at her. She knew about that. Hal wanted Troy back to the Patriots for this coming season, but her husband was still undecided.

“I’m not sure yet,” Troy replied.

“Why not? Your sentence’s over. Your suspension’s been lifted. Your injury’s healed. What’s the problem?”

Troy glanced at Ashton in his arms. “I just got out of jail.”

“That’s eight months ago.”

“I can’t stay away from my family for too long.”

“It’s not like they’ll disappear if you leave them for a week or so.”

Troy sighed and glanced at his wife. He seemed confused, but Zoey knew that, next to being a husband and a father, he loved playing football.

“We can always tag along,” she suggested. “We have mom to take care of Bessie while we’re on the road.”

“That’s right,” Logan agreed.

Troy stared at her, squinting. “Are you sure?”

She nodded. “Football’s your life. I don’t want to take that away from you.”

He groaned and leaned forward to press a kiss on her lips. “I love you, baby.”

“So, is that a yes?” Logan asked.

“Yes,” she answered for her husband. “Troy Myer’s making a come back this season.”

“Alright then.” Logan tapped his nephew’s shoulder. “Drop by my office on Monday. There are papers for you to sign.”

“He’ll be there,” she assured.

Logan pointed a finger at Troy’s face. “Your wife had spoken,” he said and pinched Ashton’s cheek before he turned away.

Troy cocked his head and looked at her. “Is a wife allowed to enter a contract on behalf of her husband?” he asked.

She laughed. “I just gave my permission. You’ll be the one to sign the contract anyway.”

He put her arms around her shoulders. “Let’s go talk to the guests. You’re standing here like an outcast. By the way, your sister called. She said she can’t make it today because of an activity in the university.”

“Oh, she must be talking about her recital.”

“Well, unlike you, she is full of talents.”

She pinched at his rib that he almost squealed. He laughed after that and kissed her forehead.

“You’re full of wit anyway,” he said.

It was getting dark when the guests had all left. The caterers had emptied the place, as well. Troy had handed the baby to his mother and helped in disposing the garbage.

Everyone had gotten inside the house already, but Bessie refused to come out of the castle.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Zoey said patiently while peeking at the small door. “You can play here again tomorrow.”

Bessie still did not want to, but being the obedient girl she was, she obliged and walked with Zoey to the house.

A few minutes later, Troy came in and headed for the kitchen to wash his hands. Zoey followed him. So did Paula who was still holding Ashton.

“You don’t mind if I take Ashton home with me tonight, would you?” Paula asked.

Zoey was frozen. Troy too. Slowly, he turned his head to look at his mother. Both of them were speechless.

“Please,” Paula begged. “Just for tonight. You can come get him back tomorrow morning.”

Troy wiped his hands with a towel. “Are you sure you can take care of him?” he asked.

“Honey, I raised two sons. What made you think I’m incapable of taking care of one?”

He looked at Zoey and raised his eyebrow. She understood he wanted her to decide about it.

“I don’t see any problem about it,” she said. “We can go get him tomorrow morning and proceed to the theme park. I miss going there.”

Troy nodded. “My boss agreed.”

Paula smiled. “I’m coming along to the theme park. And don’t worry about Ashton. He’d be treated like a prince.”

Zoey followed Paula back to the living room, with Troy tailing them. She had no worries at all. She knew her mother in law would take care of Ashton like how she had taken care of Bessie before.

She prepared Ashton’s things and handed them to Stanly. When they were about to leave, Stanly looked around as if searching for someone. “Where’s Bessie?” he asked.

Suddenly, they heard footsteps running down the stairs. Zoey saw Bessie coming with her backpack.

“Here, grandpa,” Bessie said.

Zoey was dumbfounded.

“You sure you can handle two kids?” Troy asked.

“I handled two very naughty sons,” Paula reminded him again.

Troy closed his mouth shut, unable to comment.

“Well,” he said after the van had driven away. “It’s just me and you now.”

She sighed and walked with her back inside the house. “It’s strangely quiet in here,” she said.

Troy closed the door and turned her to face him. “We can fill the house with passionate sounds,” he teased.

She giggled. She knew what he had in mind. In fact, he had started to unbutton his shirt already.

She ran away, but he caught up with her in the living room. He pulled her down the carpet and pinned her underneath him.

“Now, I’m going to make you scream,” he said and ripped her dress apart before devouring her breasts.

She did scream and wriggled underneath him, but as the heat of his mouth consumed her, her screams turned into moans.

“Oh, Zoey,” he moaned and lifted his head to kiss her mouth, while his hands squeezed her breasts.

He undressed her, and she undressed him. When he stretched over her, their naked bodies pressed together, he stared at her face, his eyes glowing with happiness.

“You made my life complete, Zoey. You came and made everything right. I couldn’t ask for more.”

She smiled, touched by his words. “You did the same to me, Troy Myers. I never thought all I needed was a man, after all.”

He grinned and kissed her again. When he entered her, they held each other tight—their moans filling the air.

Too much happiness. Did she even deserve this? Did she deserve a man like Troy? He may have been a prick the first time she met him, but now he had turned out to be the man of every woman’s fantasy.

It seemed like a dream, but here he was—in her arms. She had won him by an epic touchdown.

END