Page 40 of Hot Route
“If you ever need anything, Blaze knows how to contact me. I’d love to chat more when I don’t have a bunch of giant man-babies to wrangle for interviews,” she says with an exaggerated eye roll.
I laugh before reaching down to shake her hand again. “I’d love that.” And then she’s on her way to the other side of the field.Holy fuck. Did that just happen?I just met my hero and now I have a new fire burning inside of me to finish my internship and show Jacob Shane that I belong at Tailgate Media permanently.
BLAZE
“Let’s fucking go, boys!” I yell through my mouthguard as we line up for the next play. We’re down by a touchdown with less than a minute on the clock. It’s fourth down, and unless we convert here, we’ll be turning the ball back over to the Copperheads. Their defense has been on Tanner all day, blitzing every chance they get. Our offensive linemen have been working their asses off trying to protect him, but Tampa has the best rushers in the league, and they came to play.
Tan must see the blitz coming because he calls an audible. “Kill! Kill! Kill!” he yells, using both hands to point at his helmet. The crowd is doing their best to drown him out, so I listen carefully for the new play, although I already have an idea.
“Black twenty-two!” he yells before stepping forward and readying his hands for the snap. It’s a hot route, and if I can execute it perfectly, I should be able to get to the ball. Tanner signals for the snap and I take off like a rocket. Thankfully, the defense hasn't had time to react to our changed play, so I’m able to beat my defender. I run downfield about twenty yards before slanting toward the middle, looking for the pass that I alreadyknow is coming my way. The cornerback is making a beeline for me as the ball hits my hands, but I manage to juke him as he lunges for me. Realizing I've broken free, I run as fast as I can, knowing it’s just me and their safety. He’s fast, but I’m faster as I spin out of his grasp and run the final ten yards into the end zone.
The stadium erupts in a chorus of cheers and boos from our respective fans, but I’m on autopilot as I dodge my teammates who have come to celebrate, and head toward my girl in the stands. As she comes into view, I see that she's losing her damn mind. She's got both arms up, high-fiving the random stranger wearing a Blizzard jersey next to her. She turns away from him, jumping up and down before noticing that I’m headed her way. That stops her in her tracks, and I’m rewarded with a huge smile as I reach out, handing her the ball that’s still clutched in my hands.
As she leans down, I notice what she’s wearing. When I first saw her, I figured the jersey she had on was her own. But now that I’m closer, I can see that it's mine. “Nice outfit, Baby Doll,” I say as she takes the ball from me, hugging it in her arms. “Love it when you wear my clothes.”
She looks around, no doubt worried that people can hear us, but other than a couple people next to her, everyone has already shifted their focus to our kicker, who is lining up for the extra point. Tampa missed one earlier in the game, so all Ramirez has to do is send it through the uprights and the win is ours. But I’m not worried about that as I admire Mads in my jersey.
“Like it?” she says, pulling on the hem. She isn’t wearing pants, but has on a pair of thigh-high sequined boots that match the ice blue in the jersey.Aaaaand my dick is hard.“I figured you wouldn’t mind me borrowing it. It was in your closet. Is that okay?” she asks, like I wouldn’t give her any fucking thing she wanted.
“First of all,” I say, “you are welcome to anything inourcloset. Secondly, that looks way better on you than it did on me.” She gives me a soft smile.Fuck, I love her.
“Beckham!” Coach yells. “Get the fuck over here.”
“Gotta go,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Wait for me after the game.”
I reluctantly leave her, returning to my team just as the ball sails straight down the pipe. The win feels amazing, as always. But knowing that pretty girl is about to be naked in my hotel room soon feels even better.
THIRTY-TWO
BLAZE
As soon asthe hotel elevator doors close, I’m on Mads. I shove her against the mirrored wall, my lips on hers as fast as I can get them there. She reaches up and tangles her hands in my hair, making me groan. I’ve seen her in Blizzard gear at home games. And I’ve seen my jersey on her at home. But something about looking into the stands and seeing her with my name and number across her back, going wild after I scored the winning touchdown, made me want to beat on my chest with my fists.
Grabbing the thick material, I fist the hem, lifting it just slightly. It’s a long jersey, the one that I was wearing in the game where I broke the season record for receiving yards. If I thought it had meaning before, it’s definitely being framed after seeing Mads in it cheering for me. I expect to see that she’s wearing short shorts underneath, but when I slowly push my hands up her thighs, I only feel the thin fabric of her panties.
“Madison,” I groan. My cock is steel behind my dress pants. I want to spank her for walking around all day with nothing under my jersey.
“What?” She says, biting her lip.
“You’re in so much fucking trouble, Baby Doll,” I say just as the elevator doors open. The little brat gives me a coy wink before slipping out of my arms and walking toward my room. It takes every ounce of control in me not to grab her by the hair and force her to her knees right in this hallway where anyone could see.
Finally making it to the door, I dig in my pocket for my key card and unlock it in record time, forcefully pushing Mads’ lower back to get her in the room. I’m feeling frantic, the feral beast inside me charging at the bars of his enclosure, begging to be released. I don’t bother turning on the lights. The glow from the city below is the only thing illuminating the space. But I can see plenty.
Turning, I see Mads waiting, like the good girl she is, for me to tell her what to do next. And as much as my next words pain me to say, I need her naked for what I have planned. “Take the jersey off.”
She obeys, reaching for the hem and pulling the heavy material over her head. She’s fucking breathtaking in just an ice blue thong. It almost has me giving in and dropping to my knees for her. But then it all clicks in my head. Not only did she wear my jersey with that poor excuse for underwear, but she has no bra on. Her nipples are puckered and beautifully pink. Fucking mouthwatering. But I’m too infuriated to admire them for long.
In two long strides, I’m invading her space. I don’t miss the visible shiver that makes its way through her body. Bringing my mouth to her ear, I lower my voice darkly. “I played an entire game, oblivious to the fact that you were practically naked under my jersey. You sat there in the stands knowing the only thing between everyone in the stadium andmy cuntwas this tiny scrap of fabric?” I say, reaching out to fist the front of her thong. She sucks in a sharp breath when I yank it upward, wedgingthe fabric between her puffy pussy lips. “You don’t think that deserves a punishment?”
She stands there silently, broken breaths escaping her as she tries to gather her thoughts. After a minute of her not answering, I tighten my fist and pull, ripping the flimsy material right from her body. She yelps in response. “Answer me,” I demand. “Do you think you deserve to be punished?”
“Y-yes,” she chokes out.
“Get on your knees.”
She obeys, sinking down in front of me. I slowly undo the buttons of my dress shirt. “You’ll use your safe word if it gets to be too much. Understand?”
“Yes,” she says on a breathy moan.
