Page 17 of 4th and Goal
He’s so tender, affectionate as he rights my clothes, pulling my boneless body up from my desk, and fixing my hair. He kisses me lazily, whispering his love and devotion against my lips.When I reach for the bulge in his pants, he holds my wrist to stop me. “Got to finish up, then we’ll get dinner.”
“Then I can have my snack?” I tease, fluttering my lashes at him.
“Rude. I ain’t no snack wrap, baby girl. I’m the whole footlong sandwich.” My heart feels light and bubbly in my chest, happiness coursing through my veins.
I roll my eyes, hopping off my desk and finish straightening my clothing. “The only thing men can agree on is the gross exaggeration of an inch.”
“You’re gonna pay for that.” He kisses me hard and punishing, before stepping away and adjusting his erection in his pants. He is most certainly not a snack wrap, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to tell him that and feed his ego. Me walking bowlegged is proof enough.
With the game over, I start to gather my things to head out with him when he’s done. I don’t normally come in every game day, but I enjoy being near him. Plus, it’s easier for me to draft the post-game press release and talking points for the new Head Coach Brandon Beiler during his press conferences.
Unfortunately, Brody and I skip dinner when Lyndell and Edee are attacked in the concourse of the stadium. It’s hours of chaos, as police hold the participants in custody as they sort through the mess, not to mention the large search effort to find Lyndell. My heart hurts for that sweet boy. I know he’s older than me, but Lyndell is the purest soul I’ve ever met. He is the living embodiment of joy. He and his brother Ty are so special to me. Their personal struggles and enduring spirits are the reason Beiler and I went to bat for them after their car accident. They are the heart of this university in so many ways.
The fact that someone wanted to hurt Lyndell is mind blowing. The fact that Shaye, Lindsay, and Jillian were involved is lessdifficult to comprehend, but no less infuriating. Before Brody and I make the short trip to his apartment, Lyndell has been found, and the university has started disciplinary action against the guilty parties. We’re exhausted, mentally and physically, I don’t even have the energy to eat.
Inside Brody’s apartment, we stand in the foyer, my face buried in his chest as he holds me. I push him away, put my bag on his kitchen table, and pull out my laptop. I have to get a statement together right away.
“What are you doing?”
“I need to get a statement together for the university. And I want to talk to Ty about something, I’m gonna make some notes for talking points—”
“Lilly. Stop.”
“I’m good, second wind.” I wave him off and put my fingers on the keyboard, a blank document staring back at me.
“No.” He pushes the laptop closed and picks me up from the couch. I’m not a small girl and his strength always amazes me, and turns me on, but not right now.
“Brody! Put me down. I have work to do.”
“No.” In his bedroom, he stands me next to the bed and systematically removes my clothing until I’m blinking up at him naked.
“We can’t have sex! Brody, seriously.” He grabs my legs, upending me onto the bed, then starts stripping himself. He climbs over me, notching his cock at my entrance and slowly pushes inside me. Despite my protests, I’m primed and ready, relishing when the broad head slides inside, stretching me to accept him. Fine, we’re having sex. I lightly kick him withmy heel to get him to move faster. I gyrate beneath him, encouraging him to fuck me.
“No.”
I scream in frustration. “You can’t just keep telling me ‘no’!” He doesn’t respond, his hips slow and steady, driving deep. “Brody! Fuck me!”
“No.” I scratch my nails down his back in punishment. Bite his bottom lip. I roll my nipples and pinch them, but he grabs my wrists and holds them above my head. Tears sting my eyes, and when they tip over my lashes, Brody kisses each one away. Our bodies flush, one hand on my jaw, the other still on my wrists, we begin to move as one. Like a wave rolling into shore. Sensual. His eyes lock with mine and I want to close them, block him out, but he doesn’t let me. “What happened tonight…there are no words for the injustice of it all, baby girl.”
“I know.” My voice hoarse with emotion. “That’s why I need to write the press releases—”
“It can wait until tomorrow.” Featherlight kisses at the corners of my mouth draw a ragged breath from deep in my chest. “You’re too upset.”
“Phia almost died! Lyndell and Edee were attacked! One thing after another this season, Brody, of course I’m upset!” I sob, ugly broken cries that wrack my body and leave me breathless. Yet, Brody never stops, and I fight his hold on my wrists. He loosens enough for me to wrap my arms around him; my legs cinching tight to his waist and holding on with everything I’ve got. My anchor in a turbulent sea. “I’m not supposed to get close with the students, but these aremy people. And they are hurting, Brody.”
“I know, Lils.” He kisses me. “I know. Let me soothe your hurt, then you can soothe theirs.”
So, I let him. I give him my broken pieces, and he glues them back together until I feel whole again.
And then I fight for my people.
Brody 14.
“So, there she is, breathing so heavy that the papers in front of her shift from the force of it. Her face flushed and sweaty. Hands shaking. Stuttering over every other word.”
“Stop!” Lilly whines, lifting her hands to cover her face, despite the shit-eating grin on her face. She’s tipsy, to say the least. And I’m enjoying the hell out of it. “No! No! I can’t hear another word!” She stands up from the makeshift poker table and as she walks past me, I reach out and snatch her around the waist, depositing her into my lap. She doesn’t fight me, just nuzzles my neck and sighs happily.
“I give her a thumbs up, certain she can’t fuck it up anymore than she already has—”
