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The whoosh of pride I get when the commentators talk about Mars, is so profound that it brings tears to my eyes and a lump in my throat. Whenever it happens, I make sure I take a big suck through the straw in my drink, so that if Lucy catches me being all pathetic, I can blame it on the fizziness of the drink for making my eyes water.
“Playing on the outside, Linebacker, Vance Marshall has flourished under the 3-4 defence. With his size, he’s been great against the run, and with his speed he’s been able to drop back into coverage and play well against the pass.”
“With it being third down and only two yards to go, the Longhorns have put eight in the box to help stop the rush and prevent the Broncos first down.”
By the time they go in for the third quarter, the Longhorns are up 36 to 10 and smashing it.
“Oh no it’s a fumble by the Broncos, and look at that, its quickly picked up by the Longhorns defensive tackle, Mack Conner.”
“Surely, he’s not going to get more than a few yards before he’s taken down?”
“Oh wait… This is crazy play, Jeff, he’s handed off the ball to no other than Marshall,and holy smokes, look at him go. He’s getting through the Broncos offensive line like it’s just a walk in the park and damn it, he’s not only gone and picked up a yard, but he’s stopped a fourth down conversion.”
“Cory, that guy is a phenomenal player. Marshall is one of the most effective Linebackers I’ve ever seen. Not only does he manage to surprise us all with plays like that, but he’s able to penetrate the line to stop the run, but also has the speed to cover some of the best tight ends in the league. It’s just incredible.”
I can’t hold it back anymore, and I no longer gave a shit if Lucy, or anyone else for that matter, sees me blubbing like a baby. The tears flow, and I’m a total mess.
CHAPTER28
When we got back from the stadium, the hotel didn’t know what had hit them when we all piled into the bar. The team, coaches, support team, and of course me and Lucy, as soon as we got back from the stadium. It was only right. There was celebrating to be done. A glorious 58 to 10 win has taken the Longhorns one step closer to the Superbowl.
When the game had finished, and I’d stopped being such a soppy bugger, both Lucy and I had cheered our little heads off, waving our arms like a couple of loons. While the team did their own celebratory back-slapping, victory dance and the like, Lucy grabbed my arm, pulling me out of the seating area and into the walkway that led you out of the stadium. However, we had no intention of leaving because, as we had passes that would give us access to players’ areas, she insisted that we should wait outside the visitor’s team changing room to congratulate our lads in person.
I must admit, I couldn’t wait to see Mars, but I’d also been aware that it would hurt like a fucker when he’d rebuff me, even though it had already been agreed that’s how it had to be. So, no one was more shocked than me, when Mars came marching purposely towards me, wrapped me in his arms and lifted me at least a foot off the floor. My mouth was still slack, and hanging open in shock when he spun us both around on the spot. When he’d eventually put me down, at least half the team looked at us in shocked horror as if we’d stripped naked, and were singing and dancing to Baby Shark. When eventually they’d turned away and started making their way into the locker room, I had hissed in his ear, “Way to go on not rousing any suspicion.” To which his response was to take my mouth in a heated kiss, before informing me that he’d booked an extra room at the hotel, and that if I texted him later, he’d tell me the number.
All I can say is thank God Coach Scully and the rest of the support team were still dissecting the game with their Denver equivalents. Hopefully, Mars had convinced the team that his show of interest in me was just a way for him to fuck with the shrink’s head.
Now everyone is here in the bar, so I’m grateful that, other than the casual glimpses in my direction from the other side of the room, that, by the way, heats me up all the way down to my toes, he’s being very discreet.
Lucy is talking to Julia, one of the physios that always travels with the team, so I take the opportunity to pull up Mars’ number on my phone, and punch out a message to him.
Me: Hi, it’s me.
Marshall: … … … Who is this?
I stare at the screen, then look over to where he’s standing with T.J. Buzzy, and Dallas. He’s already watching me, so I quickly drop my gaze back down to my phone.
Me: You are suck a dick.
Marshall: If I remember rightly, it was you that sucked my dick. In the shower. On your knees, right after I had my tongue so far in your sweet cunt, I could nearly feel your tonsils.
I blink a couple of times at his dirty, sexy, no absolutely filthy but not untrue response, before I realise that auto text had switched out such for suck. “Oh, shit sticks,” I mumble.
“You okay,” Lucy asks me when she hears me cursing.
“Yeah, no. Yeah, I forgot to call my aunt yesterday when I said I would. No biggy, I’ll message her, tell her that I’ll give her a call tomorrow.”
“I’ll remind you.” God she’s so fucking adorable. I nod back at her and smile before going back to my phone. At least my little lie gives me an alibi for being on my phone. She’ll think I’m just gabbing away to my aunt.
Me: I didn’t hear you complaining.
Marshall: If I had, you wouldn’t have heard me because you were enjoying having my cock in your mouth so much that your moans of arousal would have drowned them out.
Me: Is this your feeble attempt at sexting me????
With the unnecessary added question marks, I add a couple of emoji faces. The eye-roll one and the one with the round open mouth and wide eyes, which looked more like a blow job just before it goes to pop over the head of a cock.
Marshall: Room 402
