With Me in Seattle Bundle One (95 page)

“Will, I’ve been home less than an hour. What are you doing here?”

He pulls me to him, wraps his arms around me and just hugs me close. “Do you really think I’d let you go alone today?”

I rest my cheek against his chest and breathe him in. He smells clean and safe. He smells like Will.

“You don’t have to go with me,” I murmur.

He pulls back and cups my face in his hands. “Yeah, babe. I do. Then you’re coming home with me.”

“Aren’t you getting sick of me yet?” I ask lightly, wrinkling my nose.

“Yes, I’m terribly sick of you. You eat too much, hog the bed, and cheat at video games. Not to mention, you require way too much sex. But I’m muddling my way through.”

“You know, you could use some work on your people skills.”

He laughs down at me. “Haven’t you noticed, Megan? I can’t seem to get enough of you. I have to leave for Miami tomorrow, and I want you with me tonight. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, that’s okay.”

Chapter Fourteen

“How’s your day going, sweetheart?”

God, it’s good to hear his voice.

I lean back in the plush desk chair behind my desk and grin. “It’s been a pretty smooth day so far. How about you?”

“The usual. We watched some film this morning, went to the field for a while. Now we’re waiting to do some interviews and call it a day.” He sounds tired.

“I hear Miami is fun. Gonna go party it up tonight?” I ask with a smile and systematically dismantle a paperclip.

He chuckles, and I clench my thighs together. Even from three thousand miles away, his voice does things to me. He’s been gone for roughly only thirty-six hours, and I’m itching to get my hands on him.

“No, we have a curfew when we’re out of town, babe. We’ll probably all just go to the hotel, order in room service, and call it a night. I wish you were here.” The last sentence is whispered, and I clutch my phone even more tightly in my hand.

“Me, too,” I murmur.

“Good. Get on a plane tonight.”

I laugh loudly. Yeah, right. “Will, that’s not possible.”

“Why not? I’ll book you something right now.”

“I work a job, remember?”

“Call out sick.”

“No.” I shake my head and laugh again. “You’ll be home tomorrow night.”

“I want to see you tonight. Fuck the distance, Meg, you should be here. I want you at the game tomorrow. In fact, take the whole week off. We have a bye week next weekend, and Coach is giving us the week off. Let’s just go somewhere together for a few days.”

I sit in stunned silence. Is he serious? Just pick up and leave?

“Will, I have to ask for vacation time months in advance.”

I hear him sigh on the other end and feel like shit for raining on his parade.

“I want to see you, too,” I tell him firmly. “But I can’t just leave town without any notice.”

“You need a vacation, Meg. You’re exhausted. We need time together.”

“I’m with you every day,” I remind him.

“I miss you.”

Damn, we have it bad.

“I miss you, too, babe. I’ll call you tonight when I get off work.”

“Okay. Later.”

I hang up and rub my forehead. He’s right, I do need a vacation. Being whisked away at a moment’s notice sounds fantastic, but I’m not a rich superstar. I have a job and a mortgage and a crazy biological mother who seems to think I have to send her money on a regular basis.

I dig back into the charts in front of me and try to forget about a certain sexy football player and what he might be doing right now in sunny Florida.

“Can I come in?” my boss, Loretta, asks.

“Sure.”

She sits in the shabby chair opposite me and sets a manila envelope on the desk.

“How’s it going?” she asks.

“Fine, thanks. You?”

“Oh, fine.” She waves my question off and looks at me for a long minute. “It’s been a rough week.”

“Most weeks are rough around here, Loretta,” I remind her.

She nods thoughtfully. “I saw that your football player was with you at the funeral the other day,” she mentions causally, a knowing smile on her kind face.

“Yes, he was,” I confirm. “He liked Nick.”

“We all liked Nick.” She sighs heavily. “Losing him was tough on all of us.”

I nod in agreement and watch her, wondering where she’s going with this.

“You know, I was looking through your attendance records and was reminded that you haven’t taken vacation in two years.”

Will Montgomery, I’m going to kick your ass. Right after I kiss you senseless.

“Okay,” I reply.

“You have almost two hundred hours of vacation time saved up in your bank, Megan.”

I nod, watching her.

Loretta shakes her head and sighs, then chuckles. “I appreciate your dedication. Trust me, I do. But, Meg, this job will burn you out fast if you don’t take care of yourself. Your football player called me earlier and asked me to give you this, along with the next ten days off work.”

She slides the envelope to me, and I open it, my jaw dropping as I read the paper inside. It’s a flight itinerary to Miami, leaving in four hours. Behind that is the printout of an e-mail sent from Will.

Loretta,

Thanks for taking care of this. I owe you.

Will Montgomery

I shake my head and look up at Loretta. “Seriously?”

“Seriously. I don’t want to see you for ten days, girlfriend. Go have fun. Get some sun. Have some sex. Spend time with that fine specimen of a man.” She rises and heads for the door but turns back to me. “Oh, by the way. You’ve got the rest of the day off as well. Have a good vacation.”

I sit for a long minute and stare at the itinerary, then pull out my phone and shoot Will a text.

Do you always get your way?

After I pull out my purse and gather my things, he responds.

I need you.

Well, how do I argue with that?

***

It’s late when I arrive in Miami, but Will has a car waiting for me at the airport. I expect him to be asleep when I get to the hotel. The front desk clerk doesn’t even blink when I give him my name and whom I’m with. He just hands me the key to Will’s room and gives me directions.

Pulling my large suitcase behind me, I head for the elevator. I probably overpacked, but what in the hell does a girl bring on a weeklong vacation when she doesn’t know where she’s going and her man has more money than common sense? Jesus, we could end up in Iceland, for all I know.

I use my key to let myself into his room and about swallow my tongue. “Room” is too tame of a word. It’s the size of my town house, with trendy décor and large windows that show off the city. All of the lights are off except for a light by the bedside. Will is propped on pillows, a playbook in his lap, and he’s fast asleep.

I leave my bag near the bathroom, slip out of my shoes and jacket, and walk over to his side of the bed. I take the playbook off his lap, set it aside and push my fingers through his soft dark blond hair, waking him up.

“You’re here.”

He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into him, buries his face in my neck, and just clings to me.

“Hey, are you okay?” I wrap my arms around his shoulders, caressing him, reveling in how strong and warm and
good
he feels under my hands.

“I’m fine. I missed you.” He pulls back and brushes his fingers down my cheek. “Thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for sending for me. Bossy man.” I kiss his lips gently and brush my nose over his. “You need to go to sleep.”

Instead of responding, he takes the kiss deeper. Plunging his hands in my hair, he holds my mouth to his and completely consumes me, kissing me like he hasn’t seen me in years. He nibbles the sides of my lips, kisses my dimple, and then sinks into me again, tangling his tongue with mine.

Finally, he pulls back and growls, “I need to get you naked.”

I chuckle and pull the loose dress I wore on the plane over my head and toss it on the floor.

“You’re wearing panties,” he murmurs, his eyes surprised and searching mine.

“I was on a plane, Will. Of course I wore panties.”

His thumbs brush the lace over my pubis, and I close my eyes on a sigh. I do love the way he touches me.

“Black lace looks good on you.” He pushes me onto my back, kneels between my thighs, and runs that large, talented hand up and down my torso, skimming my breasts and stomach, my ribs and sides, and I arch into his touch. He peels my panties down my legs and tosses them aside, grinning down at me.

“God, I love your hands.”

“I love touching your sweet body.” He leans down and kisses my breast through the matching black lace. “So sweet.”

I pull at his T-shirt, and he helps me get it over his head, strips out of his basketball shorts and boxer-briefs, and tosses them with my dress on the floor. His shoulders are smooth and warm beneath my hands, his muscles firm and bunching as he moves over me, kissing and nibbling my skin.

“Will,” I whisper.

He pushes up and braces himself above me, looking down at me with hot blue eyes. “Yeah, babe?”

God, I want to tell him.
I so want to tell him how I love him. How much he means to me. But I just can’t bring myself to do it. I’m just too scared that I’ll lose him. I close my eyes and bite my lip.

“Hey.” He rests his elbows at either side of my head and threads his long fingers in my hair. His body is flush against mine, skin on skin, his pelvis pressed to mine. He is completely surrounding me, and I’ve never felt so safe.

So cherished.

“Meg,” he whispers and kisses my lips gently. “Everything about you is so fucking addicting.” He moves his hips slightly, slipping against the wetness of my core, and pushes into me slowly, effortlessly. He rests his forehead against mine and stills. “I can never get enough of you, sweetheart.”

He kisses me again, softly, hands moving rhythmically in my hair. He is making love to me, body and soul.

“You are amazing.” He begins to move, a slow, hypnotizing rhythm. I raise my hips to meet him, pull my knees up so he’s able to push even deeper, and clutch on to his biceps and show him how deeply I care for him in the only way I can.

I clench down onto his hard, pulsating cock, and gasp when his pubic bone pushes against my piercing.

“Damn, Will.”

“Yes, baby, feel it.” He rocks against me again, and when I squeeze once more, he clenches his eyes shut. “Fuck, Meg, you’re so tight.”

His voice is raw. Suddenly, he grips on to my shoulders and pushes into me one last time, hard, and spills himself into me.

“So fucking sweet,” he growls as he rocks against me and takes me over with him.

***

How in the hell did I get here?

“Yes! Run, run, run, baby, run!” Tasha, the woman sitting next to me, screams, jumping up and down. “That’s my man!” She turns to me and hugs me tightly, her excitement palpable.

I am sitting with a small group of family members of Seahawks players, in a box near the fifty-yard line. We have the best seats in the house. Will made sure that I was welcomed and shown the ropes when I got to the Miami stadium this morning.

We find our seats, watching the guys regroup for the next play, and Tasha, a beautiful and sweet woman with mocha-colored skin and long dark hair, smiles at me. “Is this your first away game?”

“Yeah, pretty obvious, huh?”

She laughs and shrugs. “We’ve all been the newbie at some point. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.”

“Do you come to all the away games?” I ask her and watch intently as Will throws the ball and is immediately sacked. I cringe and pray. Please, God, don’t let him get hurt.

“No, only a couple a year. Most of us choose one or two games to travel to. We’re lucky with this sport. The guys are home a lot, and away games only take them away from home for a few days.”

Nodding thoughtfully, I turn my attention back to the game. Will has the ball and is looking for somewhere to pass, but there just isn’t anywhere, so he runs.

“Oh shit. Go, Will!” I stand and scream, and then hold my fingers over my mouth as I watch him run, my stomach clenching in fear that he’ll get tackled and hurt, but he runs through the defense and another thirty yards into the end zone.

“Yes!” I jump and scream and laugh. “Touchdown, babe!”

Will throws the ball to the ref and jogs back toward the sideline. His teammates high-five and slap his helmet in congratulations, and I just can’t stop smiling.

I’m so fucking proud of him!

Tasha smiles at me as I sit next to her. “He’s good.”

“Yeah, he is.”

“He’s a really great guy, too,” she mentions casually.

“He’s the best man I’ve ever met,” I reply immediately. And I mean it.

I feel Tasha’s gaze on me, and I meet hers straight-on.

“He’s a lucky guy.”

“No.” I shake my head and watch him take his helmet off and talk with a coach. “I’m the lucky one.”

Will is nodding at what the coach is saying, his hands propped on his lean hips, panting with exertion from the last play. He looks up into the stands and finds us, his eyes lock on to mine, and he winks and taps his nose, just like he did that first weekend, when he told me to watch at halftime. I am so fucking lucky.

I smile widely and can’t help but sigh as he turns away to talk to some of the other guys.

“You have it bad, girl.” Tasha nudges my shoulder with hers. “And it looks like it’s mutual.”

I shrug smugly and take a sip of my diet soda. “I’m surprised how many fans travel this far.”

Tasha follows my gaze up into the crowd. There are thousands of fans in Seahawks gear, cheering loudly.

“Oh yeah, the die-hards follow the team all season. And the groupies, of course.” She smirks and takes a sip of her soda.

“Groupies? Like rock-star groupies?” I ask in surprise.

“Oh, honey, you haven’t had to deal with the groupies yet?”

I just frown and shake my head.

“Girls be trippin’,” she mutters and snorts. “It’s disgusting how far they’ll go to try to score with the team, pun intended.”

“Do some of the guys…um…”

“Sure, some do, most likely. Especially the rookies.” Tasha rolls her eyes. “But most of the guys are smart enough to steer clear of those women. They’re just bad news.”