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I shrug. That’s not news. “Understandable. We all want to win.”
“It’s more than that, Vance.” He takes a sip of his wine and swallows it down. “If we don’t win it all this year, I’m out. They’ll fire me.”
My head starts spinning. “What? That’s insane. You’re the winningest coach in Camels’ franchise history. You played for the Camels. Youarethe damn Philadelphia Camels. You’re irreplaceable. You tell them that I won’t play for any other coach. Ever.”
He takes another sip. This one is a lot longer. “That means a lot to me, I hope you know that.But?—”
“But what?”
“It’s not just me who will be out.” He has a pained expression on his face. He doesn’t want to say the words out loud.
I sit back in my chair, completely flabbergasted. I feel gobsmacked. “I’ve given my all to this organization. Blood, sweat, tears. I’ve played injured. I’ve restructured contracts.” I give him a knowing look. He’s one of only a small handful of people who know I agreed to less money to make sure Daylen got to stay. Something I was assured Daylen would never find out.
“I know, son. I’m as disgusted as you are, but after six straight early exits in the playoffs, they’re sick of it. It’s all or nothing this year. They’ve laid down the gauntlet.”
“I see.” I shake my head in disbelief. “Why are you telling me this, especially if you’re not supposed to?”
“I don’t give a flying fuck about me. I’ve achieved everything I wanted in this sport and more. I’ve been working hard toward a better balance in my life. Football has cost me too much already. If this is my last year, I can live with that. It’s you who I care about. You’re the reason I’m still here. I know you always give it your all, but if I didn’t tell you to leave every single thing on the field this year, I don’t know that I could live with myself if it doesn’t go our way. In football and in life, it’s important to leave everything on the field. You don’t want to have any regrets.”
SULLEY
It’s early in the morning. Our new season starts tonight. I’m so excited I can hardly contain myself. I’m in an old Camels’ T-shirt that Vance left here last week. I love smelling him when we sleep apart, which isn’t that often.
He had dinner with his coach last night. I told himnot to come over afterward. If he did, we’d go at it for hours, and I needed to get a good night’s sleep before our first game.
I’m in my kitchen, about to brew my morning coffee, when my doorbell rings. That’s odd. It’s super early. Who could it be at this hour?
I open the front door and see Vance in gray sweatpants and a T-shirt. I’ve never once seen him in sweatpants. I examine him and realize why. He has a giant, and I mean giant, boner sticking out.
I can’t help but smile as I stare at it. “Are you okay, killer? It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours since we last had sex. Can’t you rein that in?”
He exhales a long breath. “Beau. Fucking. Fudd. He made us all those boner shakes yesterday. I was awakened at one in the morning with the hardest, most painful boner of my life.”
I burst out laughing. Leaning forward, holding my stomach, hyperventilating type of laughter.
“It’s not funny. I’ve jerked off four times. He won’t go down.”
My laughter only gets louder. “This is a riot. Did he make them for everyone on the team?”
He nods. “Yes.”
“Is everyone reacting like this?”
He shrugs in obvious frustration. “I don’t fucking know!” His hand is practically shaking, and his brow is covered in sweat. “Please help me. I need to fuck you.”
I cross my arms and raise an eyebrow. “Hmm. I’m intrigued. How many orgasms are you going to give me?”
He places his hands together in prayer. “As many as you want. I swear. I’ve come four times in the past five hours. I’m confident you’ll be the one asking for mercy by the end.”
I bite my lip. “I might be up for a little unnecessary roughness, QB1. I can’t wait to check out the product of a boner shake boner.”
I smile as I grab his shirt and smash my mouth to his.He immediately lifts me, so my legs wrap around him. His hands move straight to my ass and squeeze it.
He’s kissing me like he might never be able to do it again. And his big hands are moving everywhere. He’s so frantic for me. He always is. I love it.
His hard length moves through my soft center. He’s like a rock. I can’t help but grind against the python as he manages to get me aching for him in no time.
Suddenly, the hairs on my neck raise, and I realize where we are. We’re on my front stoop. I get paranoid, feeling like I’m being watched. Breaking our kiss, I look around but don’t see anyone. “Let’s get inside and take care of business.”
