Chapter Twenty

 

Aiden

THE NEXT TWO weeks are filled with double day practices and the next two preseason games. Pink football-mania is in full swing and so is the number nine jersey, which is flying off the shelves. So far, Jordan is six for six with extra points and field goals.

Several nights a week, I join Lane in Jordan’s room for dinner. The media is so obnoxious it’s impossible for her to go out in public and eat an uninterrupted meal. Things aren’t dying down as Jordan had hoped and they’re only getting hotter as the first regular season game approaches. The nights I don’t eat with Jordan and Lane, I join my teammates to hold suspicions down about me and Jordan. Besides an intense look or two from Mason and Lane, the rest of the team is oblivious. Lane enjoys pushing my buttons and making jokes at my expense, but he keeps his personal opinion about an inter-team romance to himself.

The dinners with the two of them have opened my eyes to another side of Jordan. She’s smart, funny, and loyal to the Pronghorns. She’s also knowledgeable about football and doesn’t limit herself to our team. She knows hundreds of player stats, game stats, and league stats. Back in my high school and college days I cared only about making it to the next level. Jordan spent those years studying the game and the men who play it.

Jordan manages to dig out my life story in an offhanded way that doesn’t seem prying. She’s a great listener. She also shares the texting marathons she has with my baby sister. The texts are terrifying and humorous at the same time. Terrifying because my sister is sixteen with no filter. Candice has managed to bond with Jordan in a way I never saw coming.

Jordan and I haven’t been intimate since the first time and I’m growing weary of my hand in the shower. I feel like a teenager all over again. This is the first season I’ve had two obsessions: Jordan and football. She’s also brought the joy and anticipation of a new season back into my world by allowing me to see the game through her eyes. It’s impossible not to be excited when she’s talking about plays, waving her hands, and offering refreshing insight into just about every position on the field. She can do a mean impression of Mike Goodwyn too, which leaves me and Lane in stitches.

So far Jordan hasn’t taken a major hit during a game or practice and it has me worried. The team as a whole seems to be coming around. I’ve heard fewer complaints about having a woman on the team from teammates and that’s a direct reflection of Jordan’s dead-on accuracy on the field. We won the last two preseason games thanks to her.

I played two quarters of our second game, leaving us up by a touchdown. Kelson came in and threw the lead away with another interception. Without Jordan’s field goal, we would have taken our second preseason loss. It’s not really a big deal because insiders know preseason is more about finding the right mesh of players for your team and less about winning. Our fans need wins, though, and we have Jordan to thank for handing them two.

Larry, Jordan’s agent, calls regularly and sets up multiple interviews around late night practices and games. Jordan, like the rest of us, is exhausted. It’s her tired eyes and weary expression that keeps me from making a sexual play when Lane heads back to his room after dinners. We need our sleep and when I finally have another shot at Jordan, I want to take my time. So, we play the courtship dance with a touch here and a look there. This building a relationship thing is a first for me but hard dick aside, I enjoy her company.

Tonight is our second to last night in White Sands for training camp and Jordan, Lane, and I are eating dinner out as a way to celebrate. Saturday is our fourth preseason game and first cuts came down today. I’ve been through it before but this is new for Jordan.

“Few players were cut on my college team. We were too small. This is a horrible feeling,” she complains. We take a table at a restaurant about a ten minute walk from the hotel. So far the media hasn’t arrived. Maybe we’ll get lucky.

We place our orders before I answer. “It doesn’t get easier. These guys have dreams and seeing them crushed is difficult.”

“I didn’t know you had a heart, Patrickson,” Jordan teases.

“I do and it’s mostly black,” I say with a smirk.

“Oh, but it pumps sparkles and it’s fighting for change,” she teases.

The strangest thing about what’s happened these last few weeks is that we’ve become friends. Not something I’m accustomed to after having sex with a woman. Jordan’s different. She’s been different since day one and she’s slowly changed my opinion about her playing in the pros. Maybe Jordan can find her place on this team. The guys mostly ignore her even in the locker room, which is about all a kicker can expect. I’ve noticed fewer towels guarding male modesty this last week too. Basically the newness of having a female in the locker room is fading and it’s locker room life as usual. Jordan is becoming a teammate.

“Are you aware they’re giving away ten thousand pink footballs on opening day?” Lane asks and changes the subject away from players being cut.

Jordan groans. “Don’t remind me. I asked Larry if the balls could be preprinted with my signature on them and he said no.”

She and Lane get into a deep discussion about autographs and how much hers are worth. I watch her lips as she speaks. I won’t deny I’m enthralled by her mouth and have been since the day I met her. Her lips make me think of wild hair, deep red lipstick, and her mouth taking my—

“Are you paying any attention at all?” Jordan huffs and brings me out of my lip stupor.

Lane shakes his head. “He’s fantasizing about your mouth again. I see the signs often.”

I arch an eyebrow at Lane. “What surprises me is your lack of lip fantasies.”

“Gross,” Jordan says with a laugh. “He can’t have lip fantasies. If he does, no more ass slapping.”

Lane looks at her with fondness. For three years we’ve played on the same team and I barely knew him. He’s been there for Jordan since the first day. When I listen to the two of them discuss kicking, I appreciate their job more than ever before. Lane is a solid guy and I like him. I also wish he were anywhere but here.

I’m not sure what’s wrong with me tonight but each time I look at Jordan, need sizzles inside me and I’m doing a poor job at controlling it. She’s wearing distressed jeans and a soft yellow tank top that hugs her breasts. Like always, though, it’s her mouth that draws my repeated attention.

We manage to make it back to the hotel without incident and luckily there’s no media around. “See you in the morning,” Lane says before he heads down the hallway to his room. Jordan and I say goodnight and keep walking toward her room.

At the door, I lean in close and whisper, “Invite me in.” She turns from the door and I lift my hand to the side of her head and rub my thumb over her cheek. Her skin is as soft as ever.

“That’s not a good idea and you know it,” she says softly.

“If I don’t kiss these lips in the next few minutes, I won’t sleep tonight.”

She reaches up and pats my cheek. “You poor thing. It must be hard to have a lip fetish and be unable to fulfill it.”

I slide my thumb down and run it across her plump lips. “You have no idea.” I take the key from her fingers before she drops it and open the door myself. I lace my fingers through hers and lead her to the couch.

“I thought you just wanted a kiss,” she argues once I sit down and pull her on my lap so she’s partially cradled in my arms.

So damn sexy. It doesn’t matter if she’s in jeans and a skimpy tee like tonight or in full uniform with a helmet. One look at her and my dick takes notice. With our last preseason game on the horizon, I need to get my head out of my ass and concentrate on the game even if I’m not playing. Jordan and her damned lips make that nearly impossible.

My fingers weave through her hair. “I claim these lips.” I slide my left hand down her waist until I locate the pocket of her jeans. Her eyes grow large when my fingers wiggle in and I take out her lipstick. “Here,” I hand her the container. “Let me watch.”

“You’re weird,” she whispers.

“Indulge me,” I coax.

She takes the lipstick from my hand and pops off the cap. I watch from inches away as she glides the end along her top and then bottom lip. It’s dark red and sexy as hell. She presses her lips together and rubs them against each other in a practiced move I’m sure she’s done a million times. Why this fascinates me so much is beyond me.

Fuck, she’s impossible to resist and I stop fighting it. I mold our lips together and mess up the color. She moans into my mouth as I deepen the kiss. I snake my hand under her top and run the tips over the lace of her bra. Her moan is heavier this time. A second later my hand is beneath the material and I cup her breast and pluck her nipple between two fingers. The soft tip goes hard as I tease it back and forth. Until this moment, I had no idea how much I’ve needed to feel her body against mine. The only problem is…I need more.

I sit up straight and tear my lips from hers. “What?” she asks on a sigh. I turn her and partially lift so she can straddle my hips facing me.

I rub the lipstick smudge from the corner of her mouth. She lifts her fingers and does the same to my lips. I smile because I must look like a complete idiot with her lipstick smeared on my mouth. I don’t give a fuck. As fast as she can put the stuff on, I can kiss it off.

“What?” she asks again breathlessly.

“You.” I cup her chin. “Your lips do mad things to me.”

“It’s that fetish problem you have.”

“You’ve no idea,” I tell her honestly. I reach for the hem of her shirt and pull it up. She doesn’t stop me and helps slip it over her head. Her bra is lacy white and I’m betting she’s wearing white virginal panties again. I slide my hands behind her to unhook her bra. Her breasts spill before me when I toss the material aside. They’re a perfect handful. Not too big or small and definitely not the cosmetically enhanced ones I’m usually faced with. I don’t remember ever touching skin as soft as hers. I lean in and taste. If I didn’t know better I would say Jordan was created in a lab for the exact purpose of driving me crazy. I crave her lips, the slightly salty-sweet taste of her skin, and the soft sighs she makes when I touch her.

My cock presses against her inner thighs. She half lifts my shirt and I oblige and release her nipple with a small wet pop so I can pull the shirt over my head and toss it aside.

When we had sex after dinner at my mom’s, we were only uncovered from the waist down. I’ve masturbated endlessly to thoughts of her completely naked. Now our top halves are skin to skin and it’s better than all my fantasies combined. I add gentle pressure to her back and she moves closer. Her breasts brush my chest and my cock jerks at the contact. Then I kiss her and drown in her lips.

Her fingers glide up my side until she’s digging her nails into my shoulders. I slide one hand to her inner thighs and even with the material separating my fingers from warm skin, she squirms. “Do you want me?” I breathe into her mouth. I’ve never needed to hear a woman say yes this bad.

“Please,” she sighs.

I stand and she slides down the front of my body until her feet hit the floor. I flick the snap on her jeans and push them down, hooking her white panties at the same time. She’s working my shorts and I help until they’re kicked aside.

We stand facing each other nude for the first time. I snag my shorts and pull a condom from the back pocket. Jordan takes it from my fingers, gives me a sly smile, and rips it open with her teeth. I almost come on the spot.

Seeing all of her naked turns my brain to slush. She takes a step closer. I reach out and touch her waist. “So damn soft,” I say out loud.

“You’re easy.” She smiles and runs her hand over my hip. “I don’t want soft, though.” She leans in and pinches my ass, which brings a surprised chuckle from my throat. Maybe that’s what I like most about her—Jordan’s ability to make me laugh. No woman has added humor to my life. It could be that they’re not around long enough but I don’t know. It’s just something about Jordan that puts me in a state of constant longing. At the same time, she fills something inside me that I never knew was missing.

I lift her hand and bring it around to my erection. “Nothing soft here.” I grind into her palm and move my own hand up to her breast. “I like making these hard too.” I give a gentle twist to her right nipple, which immediately tightens back into a hard peak. I favor the other breast and lower my head to suck. “You taste so damn good,” I say with a flick of my tongue. Her head falls back and I thread my other hand through her hair to hold her in place as I trail kisses upward across her chest to her neck and then the corner of her lips.

“I want to taste you too,” she moans.

“Taste is good,” I breathe.

Before I kiss her, she squeezes my cock. “No, this.”

All I’m able to do at this point is groan and release her hair. She peppers light kisses down my body until she’s on her knees. I’ve fantasized about this too and pictured her incredible lips wrapped around my cock. Nothing in those dreams prepared me for the actual experience. She licks her lips and then that amazing tongue flicks across the head of my cock. Her hair has fallen over one breast and I move it back across her shoulder so her upper half is part of my very real fantasy. She opens her lips and slides them over me. I grab a chunk of hair and hold her in place while I slide slowly into her mouth.

“Show me what you want,” she challenges when I pull out.

“Fuck my cock with those sexy lips,” I groan.

She takes me deeper while her tongue dances over the head of my cock, driving me wild. I give her leeway until my balls seize in pending orgasm. I clench her hair tighter and thrust into her mouth repeatedly. Deeper…harder…faster. I can’t get enough and at the same time it’s almost too much. Jordan is sensual overload at its finest.

“Take it,” I say and release her hair as I explode. And she does. She fulfills this last fantasy like a pro and swallows everything I give her. The world goes black at the edges as the orgasm rocks me into next week.

At last I’m able to open my eyes and look down at the most incredible sight on the planet.

Jordan rests back on her knees. She’s wearing a grin that beats all other expressions I’ve seen on those amazing lips. Satisfaction and desire. I bend slightly and drag her up my body. “There are so many places on you I want to taste but we need a bed.” I lift her into my arms, carry her to the bed, and toss her onto the mattress. Laughter rings through the room when she bounces. I stand there admiring her jiggling breasts, perfect skin, and again those delectable lips.

I grab one of her legs and swing her around so both feet hang off the bed. Now it’s me on my knees with the most beautiful pussy imaginable inches from my mouth. Jordan comes up on her elbows. She gathers up her hair with one hand and flings it behind her back. I push her legs farther apart and slide a finger across her slit. She’s wet and from the small pout on her pink lips she’s more than ready. I decide on one taste before sliding my finger inside. Her hips come off the bed and I push down on her belly with a guttural laugh.

“Tell me what you want,” I repeat what she said to me minutes ago.

“Everything,” she sighs and collapses back against the sheets with a hand thrown over her eyes.

She has no idea what she’s just given me permission for. I kiss her between her thighs and add another finger. She’s so incredibly tight and warm…exactly as I remember. I lick her clit before pulling it past my lips and sucking. The low hum she makes in the back of her throat makes my dick harden. I inhale and breathe this woman’s passion into my lungs. I slide my fingers out and use my tongue to taste more of her. My slickened fingers move under her and I trail them down the seam of her ass. I find the puckered entrance I want and slowly slide one finger inside.

The back of her hand goes to her mouth to muffle her scream. When I stop exploring, her head moves back and forth on the bed. “No, no don’t stop,” she begs. Her thighs press in on me and I smile against her before sucking her clit again. Another strangled moan leaves her throat as she bucks up and down on the bed with her orgasm.

Before she stops trembling, I rise up and position myself over her. It’s at that exact moment I realize the condom is in the front room. With a groan, I kiss her and swallow the last of her low moans.

Her fingers thread into my hair and her knee rises slightly and pressed against my hard cock. “Condom’s in the other room,” I breathe into her mouth. “I’m a fucking idiot.” She laughs and I roll to the side and collapse on my back. “You’re laughing but I need energy to walk into the other room to grab the condom.”

Her hand rubs over my chest and she plays with one nipple. “Where’s the stamina Aiden Patrickson is known for?”

“You dare question my stamina?”

“Only because I’m too lazy to walk into the other room.”

“How about sleep and then morning sex?” I whisper.

We position ourselves at the head of the bed and Jordan pulls three of the four pillows in around herself.

“Are you sure there’s room for me?” I tease.

She tosses one of the pillows over the side of the bed and I pull her close. “You can be my pillow,” she whispers when I wrap my arms around her.

I have no idea why I start talking. “The Pronghorns gave me five mill to play for them the first season. It was a one-year contract and more money than I ever imagined. It didn’t matter that most starting quarterbacks made double that, the money changed my life.” I lean up and prop myself on my elbow so I’m peering down at Jordan. “I was twenty-three years old and too damn young to really understand what was happening. When you’re new to that kind of money, it’s hard to handle all the shit that comes with it. Sex, drugs, hell, I was even offered high-dollar bribes to throw games.” Jordan’s fingers dig into my chest. “No, I never took their money but that’s the world you’re coming into. Next, I signed a three-year deal for even more money. I’ve learned who to trust the hard way and now I bring few people into my personal life.”

I remain quiet for a moment. This woman is special. It’s stupid to deny my feelings. I want her in my private life.

I lay flat and stare at the ceiling when I add the next part to my late night confession. “Someday I want to settle down with someone special who understands this life.” I don’t tell her that she’s that special person. She’s not at the same point yet but I’m willing to wait.

Jordan Givens is mine.