Page 121 of The Game Plan
“Come for me, Peach. Soak our bed,” Grant grits out, his hand working himself faster. “Pretend that toy is my cock and ride me until I’m coming deep inside you.”
“Mmm,” I moan wantonly. “I want you to fill me with your cum, Grant.”
As the thought of Grant filling me up, I realize how badly I want that. I know I’m still working through stuff after having my first baby, but I want all his babies. He could keep me full of him, and I’ll gladly take it.
“Oh god, I’m right there.”
“Rub your clit faster. Come for me, wife.”
At that, my walls grip the vibrator until I’m shaking. I shatter when my orgasm rips through me, my body convulsing with wave after wave. I ride out my orgasm until I’ve exhausted every ounce of pleasure. Only then do I slip the vibrator free, tossing it on the bed beside me as my chest heaves, fighting for air.
With dazed attention, I stare at the camera. Grant’s head is tipped back, eyes closed as his chest heaves. “Fuck, Peach. That was the hottest thing we’ve ever done.”
I chuckle. “For now.”
His eyes snap to the camera, and I offer him a blissed-out smirk. He moves, reaching over and plucking out some tissues to clean his mess.
We’re both breathless as the room fills with the sounds of our pants. He’s right; that was the hottest thing we’ve ever done. I thought I’d be shy about getting off in front of a camera, but I’m never insecure when I’m with Grant. He makes me feel seen, treasured, and adored.
Reaching down, I grab the camera as I roll over.
“Promise me you know you don’t have to do it alone. Let me in, even for the ugly stuff.”
I nod, tears sliding down my cheeks again.
“I’m scared I’m too broken and one day you’ll realize this isn’t what you signed up for.”
His head’s shaking before I’ve even finished. “You are exactly what I signed up for. And I’d do it again in each life.”
I stare into the camera lens, shifting my hands until they’re bent under my head. “I love you, Sunshine.”
“I love you, too, Peach.” He winks at me, rolling over onto his side.
“Will you…will you stay on the phone until I fall asleep?”
“Absolutely.”
The silence doesn’t feel so heavy now. Even in the darkness, he’s still with me. I fall asleep with a smile as Grant hums a familiar tune of one of my favorite songs.
I’m standing on the sidelines, headset hanging around my neck, iPad tucked under one arm, and the stadium is packed. The roar of the crowd and buzzing energy can’t keep me focused on the field.
Instead, I’m thinking about my wife and daughter.
They’re here. At the game today.
It’s our seventh game of the season, but the first one they’ve come to. And somehow, it feels even more important than any rivalry game or championship game I’ve ever played. I scan the box seats along the side of the stadium, counting over until I’m sure it’s their box. It’s the same box my mom sits in with the other coaches' families. The sun is high enough to make the glass glare, so I can’t see inside. But still, I picture them. Lennon is in Savannah’s arms, and both are in the custom jackets I gifted them this morning.
When Q mentioned our friend Macy was still making custom designs, I reached out immediately. She was thrilled to create something for my girls. There’s something caveman and possessive about knowing my wife is walking around thestadium with my name across her back.
Dad claps me on the back as he walks by. “Let’s do this, Son.”
I nod and move toward Hawke. He’s standing on the sidelines watching the other team warm up. I cross my arms and stare at the field. But my mind drifts back to Savannah and the last two weeks.
It’s been two weeks since Q, Brynn, Cody, and Chloe came to town. Since then, it’s been a long stretch of late nights, therapy appointments, coursework, midterms, and everything in between. But for the first time since Lennon was born, it feels like we’re moving forward instead of backwards.
Savannah has been putting in the work. The raw, uncomfortable, vulnerable work.
Brynn held to her word and referred Savannah to someone in her clinic who specializes in postpartum depression. She’s been doing twice-weekly virtual therapy appointments where her therapist has started digging into Sav’s childhood. They’re focusing on her abandonment issues and how the trauma is affecting her role as a mother.
