Page 112 of The Late Hit
“Is this outfit okay?” she asks.
I just nod my head as I take her in. I feel myself start to grow hard as I take in my girl wearing my jersey. Brynn is standing in front of me wearing my white CTU jersey, the one with BOYD across her back in big block letters. Her long, tan legs on display look even leaner in her favorite white Lucessees. Somehow while I was in the shower, she had time to curl her hair in the long beach waves that she always wears. It’s the red lipstick that has me wanting to push her down on her knees and take me in her mouth, painting me with that red.
“Sexy as hell,” is my response. “Wait ‘til you see what’s underneath,” she says with a smirk, dropping into her chair and slowly spreading her legs, just wide enough to be a tease, before she crosses one leg over the other.
I drop my towel to the ground, she eyes my erection.Two can play this game, baby.Striding over to the bed, I pick up a pair of tight boxer briefs and slowly—very slowly—slide them up my legs, tucking my boner in the waistband. Once my boxers are on and my situation is secured, I take a few steps and sit down behind the tray of food. Both of us eat in silence, my mind focusing back on the game.
When I’m finished eating, I stand up, walk over and give her a kiss on the cheek before slipping on the rest of my clothes.
At five till five, both of us gather up our things—I grab my phone and headphones and Brynn slips on her oversized denim jacket and her clear purse. Stepping aside, I usher her in front of me as we head out of the room. Once she gets in front of me, I notice that the denim jacket is one she had customized. The light denim-washed jacket has a picture of an eagle with its wings spread across the back, it’s artistic and cool as fuck, but my name and number are also stretched across her back.
“Cute jacket.” I hear from behind us. Brynn doesn’t stop walking, just turns her head over her shoulder, giving a smirk and a wink to whoever was talking to her.
“Looks like someone is ready to become Mrs. Boyd,” Grant whispers in my ear, stepping in line beside me as we head down the stairs.
I just flash him a wink and his mouth drops.
The crowd is huge. There are so many people lined up just waiting around to cheer us on as we make our way to the bus. Walking by people, I stick my hand out and high five whoever is lucky enough to be within my reach. A high-pitched voice captures my attention. “Quinton! Quinton!” I search the crowd. A small boy with blonde hair and a CTU Eagles jersey is staring up at me.
“Tanner, my man!” I shout, pausing beside the crowd.
“Kick some ass!” Tanner screams, putting his fist up for a bump. His mom is standing next to him, shaking her head at Tanner’s use of the curse word.
“Tell your girlfriend thank you for everything,” Kari says. Confused at why she would be thanking Brynn, I just nod my head.
“I’ve gotta catch the bus,” I say, pointing at the team that’s waiting outside.
“Good luck!” they both shout. I smile down at them, nodding my head as I turn and quickly make my way to the bus.
Piling onto the bus, Coach silences us once we are all seated.
It’s game time. It’s time to focus.
Multicolored confetti rains down from the ceiling, players are dropping to their knees, and I just stand there in shock. I… I can’t believe it. I can’t believe it’s all over. Everything I’ve worked for since I was seven years old just ended. The long days of pushing my body to its absolute limit, feeling like my body is going to give out if I do one more rep. The mental game of not measuring up. The parties I missed out on because I was hitting the books, working hard to be more than just a jock.
But it was all worth it because I’m a National fucking Champion!
“We fucking did it!” Grant screams, jumping on me, breaking me out of my shock. My arms fly in the air, and I scream until my lungs feel like bursting. “We fucking did it!”
Our entire team is on the field celebrating. Fans are jumping over the railings and rushing from the stands. My head is spinning, looking all over the place for the blondie in my jersey. Before I can find her, she finds me. Leaping into my arms, I catch her with ease.
“You fucking did it, baby! You fucking did it!” Brynn screams into my ear as her arms wrap around me, hands tangle around my neck.
I squeeze her middle, lowering my hand to make sure her jersey hasn’t ridden up to expose whatever it is underneath. But knowing Brynn, it’s something lacy and tiny. She pulls back just enough to give me a kiss on the lips before she’s wiggling in my arms.
I bring her down to her feet before I’m wrapping my arms around her shoulders and pulling her in for another hug. That’s when I notice the camera crew approaching us.
“Quinton Boyd, how does it feel to be a National Champion?” the news anchor asks as Brynn steps away from the camera.
“It feels fu—freaking amazing!” I correct my answer quickly. “It’s like a dream come true. The whole team has worked so hard this season, our whole goal being the National Title.”
“And how are you feeling after that nasty hit in the Lafayette game?”
“I don’t even remember it,” I joke. “But seriously, I feel great. This win feels great. I’m just, wow, I’m just kinda in shock that we’re here.”
“National Champions, baby!” JP screams beside me.
“Have fun celebrating.” The news anchor walks away.
