Page 129 of Wicked Love

When we arrive at the stadium, the energy is electric. The crowd is already roaring, and the smell of popcorn and hot dogs drifts through the air despite our spread of chicken wings and fruit trays. Becca is next to me eating a pretzel when she yelps, pointing at the big screen.

“Look, Poppy! We on TV!” she says as the camera pans over us, showing us both proudly wearing Bowie’s jerseys.

Tru has the audio cranked so she can hear Henley commentating while we watch the game, and when the camera focuses on me alone, Henley’s playful drawl makes me snort.

“And here we go, ladies and gentlemen, Bowie Fox’s number one fan is cheering him on tonight. No wonder Bowie’s in fine form, looking like a lumberjack ready to tackle a grizzly.”

Daniel, another commentator, chimes in dryly. “I’d pay good money to see that—Fox versus a grizzly.”

Melanie, the third voice, laughs. “I’m just glad his hair is growing back. You don’t think he’ll buzz it again, do you? I like to think he plays better with it longer…but maybe that’s just me.”

“Oh, I don’t think it’s just you,” Henley says, laughing. “I was worried we’d have to call him Cueball Fox all season. Now that it’s coming in again, we can all breathe easier…that was too much shine under the stadium lights.”

The girls and I crack up.

Henley snaps back to the play. “And he’s a powerhouse tonight,” he says, his voice rising in excitement. “Knocking that running back into next week and forcing a fourth down.”

When Bowie runs back to the sidelines, he looks up and I can tell, even from a distance, he’s looking for me. My heart swells. I hold my fist up high and when he spots me, he does the same.

“Flattened him like a pancake,” Melanie says. “Someone pass the syrup.”

I’m still laughing when the Mustangs’ offense takes the field again and makes a touchdown on the first play.

The Mustangs dominate and when they win, the sound is deafening. Becca and I cheer our heads off.

When we get home, the house is warm and quiet. I go through the bedtime routine with Becca and by the time Bowie is home, the lights are low. Bowie finds me in the kitchen, and his arms slide around me from behind.

“You’re stunning,” he murmurs, kissing my neck. “Seeing you in my jersey…I think it gave me superhuman strength.”

“Is that right?” I tease, turning in his arms. “Feels like that superhuman strength is still pulsing through you.” I grin when he bends his knees to slide his hardness over my core. “Ahh, proof that I’m right.” I slide out from his grasp and throw out over my shoulder, “Race you upstairs.”

He lets out a playful growl, easily catching me. “Should we leave this on or strip you bare?” His grabby hands are all over me, and I laugh as I turn and face him, walking backwards.

“How about both? You should know by now that I’m up for it.”

“My greedy little fiancée,” he says, smirking. “You should know by now that I’m up for it too.” He strokes his long, thick length slowly and deliberately, and my mouth waters.

I hustle to our bedroom and we prove that, by now, we know each other very well.

“You’re insatiable and I fucking love it,” Bowie says, driving into me as deep as he can go.

The first time was on the bathroom counter. He set me up there and I leaned my head against the mirror, tilted back enough to give him easy access. This time, his chest is draped over my back as he takes me from behind in the shower. I’ve already had three orgasms tonight.

He’s right, I am insatiable. I want him all the time.

He thinks it’s pregnancy and I think it’s him. We have to work around my basketball belly a little bit, but it’s not been a problem. AT ALL.

The next morning, both our phones are lit with notifications. I look at my text messages as Bowie looks at his, and I gasp.

“Tru and Henley had a girl!” I cry. “Avery Claire Ward. I love that.”

Tru

Don’t tell Henley, but he was right…the excitement of the game DID send me into labor! Okay, okay, the sex afterward probably also contributed. Sorry, TMI. Avery Claire was born at 3 this morning and she’s healthy and the absolute sweetest thing. I’m so in love.

Apicture of the little angel is attached and she’s gorgeous. Dark hair and full lips, she is a dream.

Sadie

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