Fair Game: A Football Romance (43 page)

Major –
Pull your bra down under your breasts.

Me –
Okay.

Major –
Touch yourself.

Me –
I am.

Major –
Are you wet, Violet? I love your fucking name, Violet. Have I ever told you that?

Me –
Yes, I’m wet, really wet, and yes, I think you’ve told me that before.

Major –
Good. I’m in my bed now. I’m so hard for you it hurts.

Shit, this is better than I thought it’d be.

Me –
Good. I love your big cock. Stroke it long and slow.

Major –
Fuck, Violet, you have a dirty mouth. I love it. Keep talking.

Me –
Think about my dirty mouth wrapped around your cock, taking every inch of you, sucking you dry. Do you like that, Major?

Major –
Yes, I fucking love that. Violet?

Me –
Yeah?

Major –
Slide your fingers inside your wet pussy, curl them around, and stroke your sweet spot.

I’m thankful to Lucas for one thing and one thing only. He showed me where my G spot is at.

Me –
Ah God, that feels so good.

Major –
Now slide them out and circle your clit really slow. Do it slow, Violet, understand?

Me –
Okay, yeah, slow.

Major
– I wish I were there. I’d lick you back to front and make you come so hard you’d cry.

Me –
I may anyway. God, Major, are you almost there?

Major –
Yeah . . . but I’m Facetiming you. I need to see you.

Shit! I’m ready to come and he wants to Facetime? I hurry and shed my tank top and try to position myself against the pillows so I look somewhat sexy. What did I get myself into?

The phone makes a unique sound, indicating a facetime call is coming in. I press accept, and his gorgeous, flushed face appears.

He shakes his head. “You’re so fucking sexy. I want to see you come for me, Violet. Are you ready?”

“Uh huh,” I pant, on the edge of release. My hand is between my legs again, and seeing Major makes me wetter, if that’s even possible. I can see his body move. With every stroke of his cock, the muscles in his chest and shoulders flex.

“Hold the phone back a little,” he says, and I try to position it so he can see more of me, but not too much more. I can’t even think straight. I can’t hold on much longer.

“Fuck, Violet, you’re so beautiful. Come for me, baby.” His voice trails off in a strangled moan as he comes, and my eyes roll back in my head when the electric shock of my orgasm pulses through me. I drop the phone and ride the high of pleasuring myself at his command.

“Violet? I’ve got a great view of your ceiling, baby. Pick up the phone.”

I feel around the comforter and find it. “Sorry, I was a little distracted.”

“Me too. I’m really glad you texted me. I’ve been missing you. We should do this more often.”

He winks at me, and I almost come again. Major winking is so sexy. Not as sexy as Major coming, but a close second.

“I agree, like every night.”

“I’m always here. Next time, lets just start with the Facetime and skip the texting. I like to watch you.”

I think I may be blushing. My cheeks feel hot.

“You’re blushing, Ms. Washington.”

I raise my hand to my hot cheek. “Nobody’s ever made me blush before.”

“Hmm, good, keep it that way.”

I worry my lip and squirm around, slipping under the covers. On my side, I prop the phone on the spare pillow and pretend he’s here in bed with me.

“Chilly?”

“Yeah, now that I’ve had a minute to cool off.”

“I’m looking forward to keeping you warm this weekend.”

He’s propped up on his pillows with his arm behind his head.

“I like your tattoo. It’s hot.”

“Are you trying to switch the focus off you?”

“Yes.”

“Can I ask you something?” I say.

“You will anyway, so go ahead.”

“What does the one on your arm mean?”

He has the words
never ending story
tattooed on his bicep with a continuous line all the way around it. I’ve never asked because I originally assumed it was a reference to being a sex machine or something arrogant, but now that I know about his wife, I’m not sure.

“It’s not sexual, if that’s what you’re wondering, although it can be if you’d like,” he says with a mischievous smile on his lips.

“At first I did think you were a little full of yourself.” He rolls his eyes.

“It was for Katie. She was supposed to be my
never ending story
. I got it when we got married. Ironic, huh?”

I feel tears prick at the back of my eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

“The past is the past. Maybe I’ll have a never ending story with someone else now.”

I look away from the screen. I don’t want him to see how much I wish that someone else could be me.

“Don’t look away, Violet. I’m talking about you. You believe me when I tell you that, don’t you? I don’t ever want you to doubt how I feel for you again. I don’t do this. I mean it . . . never. I’m a hit it and quit it kind of guy, or at least I was until you came crashing into my life.”

I can’t hold back anymore. These pregnancy hormones are a bitch. Tears spill from my eyes, pooling against my nose on one side and streaking onto my pillow from the other. If he were here with me right now, I’d tell him I’m pregnant.

That has to be a face-to-face conversation though. I couldn’t spring that on him and then hang up the phone. I would wonder what he was thinking, how he was feeling, if he was angry or happy. I need to be able to touch him and feel his body language when he finds out, preferably in bed, where he won’t leave me alone . . . I hope.

“You bumped into me,” I say, laughing and crying at the same time.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, baby.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Major

Precious Cargo

TGI fucking Friday. I have never been so glad to see a week come to an end. Edith has my house in perfect order, just the way I like it, and I’m packed and on my way to San Diego with Garcia. We figured we might as well drive up together. It seemed stupid to have two cars when we’re all going the same places. We decided to book two rooms at the Fairmount Grand Del Mar for the weekend to do some golfing and swimming. I could spend the entire weekend in bed with Violet, but I want to get to know her more outside the bedroom too.

“So you and Kimber have been spending a lot of time together huh?”

“Yeah, all this driving back and forth is killing me. I’m down here at least three times a week,” Garcia says.

“Wow, maybe one of you ought to move,” I say to mess with him.

“Somebody’s going to have to. I’m asking her to marry me this weekend.”

“Whoa, I was just joking, man. You’re really gonna marry her?”

“Yes, you got a problem with that?” He says, sounding genuinely pissed. Garcia’s never been disrespectful or rude to me. He must really have it bad for this woman to be that protective.

“No, just surprised, that’s all. She’s a great girl. Congratulations. I’m happy for you.” I slap him on his shoulder, and the deep grooves on his forehead disappear.

“Thanks. Sorry. I caught a bunch of shit from my brothers this week when I told them. They think I’m crazy, asking a pregnant woman to marry me.”

“Takes a very honorable man to do that. I admire that about you.”

“Thanks, it’s good to have somebody on my side.”

“So when are you popping the question?” I ask.

“Saturday night.”

“Doing something trendy or just sticking with the traditional down on one knee method?”

“Traditional. I’m not into all that treasure map, ring in the champagne glass shit. I’m serious about her. I want her to know it.”

“I agree, straight forward and simple.”

“You don’t think that’s too boring?”

“You just told me you wanted her to know you’re serious. Serious isn’t boring, it’s . . . serious.”

“Yeah, I’m just nervous, ya know? She’s been burned by marriage once. I’m sorta spooked she might not want to go down that road again.”

“Maybe she learned from it and she knows a good thing when she sees it now.”

“I fucking hope so.”

We check in, and I call Violet from our room.

“Hi, beautiful.”

“Hi, are you in town yet?” she asks.

“Yeah.”

“Then why aren’t you here?”

“Because I have a surprise for you.”

“I love surprises. Tell me.”

“Wouldn’t be a surprise then, silly. Grab a sexy bikini and pack a bag for the weekend. I’ll be over to get you in twenty.”

“Are we going somewhere?” She sounds giddy and excited, like a little kid going to Disney World.

“Sort of, just bring a swimsuit, a dress, and something casual to wear golfing.”

“Golfing? I haven’t been golfing since the week I met you.”

“Well, we’re going to change that this weekend. Get packed. I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay, bye.”

Violet

A bikini. Shit, I can’t wear a bikini with this baby bump. But that’s all I’ve got to wear swimming, and I don’t have time to shop. I guess this means I’m telling him before we go to the pool, whenever that is.

We had plans to go to dinner tonight with Garcia and Kimber, so I already have a dress picked out. I toss my toiletries in an overnight bag with a tiny red bikini, my new lingerie, and a couple of casual tops and shorts. I’m ready in only five minutes. Now I get to fidget until he shows up. I love surprises, but I’m not very patient. I grab my dress that is covered in dry cleaner plastic and my bag and go down to the lobby to wait.

He pulls up in front of my building precisely twenty minutes after we hung up. I watch him get out of the Lexus and walk to the glass doors. His confident, masculine stride gives me butterflies in my belly. I should stand up and go meet him, but I can’t resist staying put and watching him come to me.

When he catches sight of me he saunters over with a smirk on his face.

“What’s with the smirk? I ask when he offers me his hand.

“You’re sitting here watching me like a puma stalking her prey. You’ve got
fuck
me
written all over your face.”

Without thinking, I lift my hand to my cheek and he laughs.

“You’re adorable,” he says and presses a soft kiss to my lips before taking my hand and picking up my bag.

“Do you have your own clubs?” he asks.

I’m still thinking about having
fuck me
written on my face, and he has to repeat his question.

“Violet?”

“Huh?” I say, looking into his bright greens.

“Clubs?”

“Oh, no, they’re at my mom’s. I don’t have room for them here.”

“I can run and get them tomorrow. That’s fine.”

“So what’s the itinerary for the weekend, since we are staying in a hotel instead of my bed?”

He stops to open the car door and eyes me carefully. “Are you disappointed?”

“About a weekend with you at a hotel? No, of course not. It sounds fun.”

“I’ll take good care of you, don’t worry.”

The way he says that sounds like a vow instead of a promise.

“I’m not worried at all.” I slide in, and he closes the door and walks around to the back to stow my bag away. I’m not worried about the sex this weekend, or my golf clubs, or even wearing my bikini. I’m worried about how Major is going to react when he finds out I’m pregnant. His past is heavily peppered with pain and loss, and his issues with OCD run deep. He could be totally opposed to having another child. He doesn’t even feel worthy of raising Malory in his own home.

I want to meet Malory. She’s a big part of his life, and if he plans on keeping me around for a while, it’s going to be important that I know her.

When he’s settled in his seat, I ask him, “Do you think I could meet Malory?”

He stills with his hand on the ignition button for a moment.

“Yes, maybe you could come up this week one night and have dinner at my sister’s with me,” he says and starts the engine.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’ve never introduced her to anyone before. I’m not sure how she will react.”

“I don’t want to upset her. If you don’t think it’s a good—”

“No.” He links his fingers loosely with mine. “You’re part of my life, and so is she. You need to meet.”

I nod in agreement. “Are you ready to go now?”

“Yep, let’s get this show on the road.”

Major drives like an old woman, slow and careful. I never noticed it when he drove me to his house in Oceanside. I was drunk the first night, and the second night, after the earthquake, nobody was driving faster than 15 mph with all the debris on the roads.

“You drive slow.”

Major

“Precious cargo.”

She is precious cargo, but I always drive carefully. I know how bad it sucks to grow up without good parents, and I don’t want to risk leaving Malory officially an orphan. Everything I do, I do with her in mind. I eat healthy, exercise, get checkups, all that shit, just to make sure I’ll be around for a long time for her. I owe her that much.

When she doesn’t respond, I reach out and take her hand and kiss her knuckles.

“What are you thinking?” I ask.

“This all feels like a dream.”

“Like you’re going to wake up and I’ll be gone and you will never have known me?”

“Yes, how did you know?”

“I feel the same way sometimes. You’re my second chance for a never ending story, remember?”

She’s not just my second chance. She’s my last chance. I never dreamed there would be someone who could tie my heart up in knots the way Katie did. Sin deserves punishment, and my punishment was losing her, but for some reason, I’ve been blessed with love again, and I’m not going to blow it.

“You okay over there?”

Violet is an emotional person. She wears her feelings on her sleeve, but today, she seems to be hiding something.

“Yes, you’re just too sweet sometimes.”

“You don’t know me very well yet,” I say and wink at her.

“Oh, I know you think you’re a big tough, Marine but I’m figuring you out.”

She pokes me in the chest with her perfectly manicured finger.

“Oh really? How’s that?”

“Well, for starters, you’re thoughtful and attentive. You remembered how much I love cupcakes, and you noticed me squinting in the sun and bought me sunglasses. Second, you’re a good, responsible daddy. You spend a lot of time with your daughter.”

I open my mouth to protest. If that were really true, I’d be able to change my rigid ways and give up the Marines so Malory could live with me. But she holds up her pretty finger again, indicating that she’s not done yet.

“And third, you have a really big . . .” She pauses for dramatic effect. “heart.”

“Very funny, Target girl.”

“You think you don’t, but I’m a very good judge of character.”

“Oh, I know I have a big—”

“Stop!” She laughs, swatting at me with her free hand.

I love her laugh. I love her free spirit. I love her dirty mouth. I just plain fucking love her.

Ten minutes later, we’re pulling into the circle drive of the Fairmount Grand Del Mar Hotel.

“This is us.”

“Wow, you said hotel and I thought some little place by the beach or something. This place is swanky.”

“Only the best for you, Target girl.”

She rolls her eyes.

“Is Kimber here yet? I haven’t seen her for a couple of weeks.”

“Should be. Garcia was taking an Uber to get her when I left to get you.”

“Why didn’t he drive his car?”

“We came together.”

“And see, you’re efficient, too.” She crosses her arms over her chest and nods her head like she’s agreeing with herself.

My eyes fall to her breasts that are perched on top of her folded arms. I could just be horny as hell, but they look better than usual, rounder, plumper. My cock twitches. I need to get her into bed. I’m having my dessert before dinner tonight.