Page 82 of Touchdowns and Temptations

“You feel so good,” I whisper, wrapping my lips around her right nipple. Cara gasps as I bite down on it and lick it with my tongue. I give the left nipple the same attention while rolling the right one between my thumb and forefinger.

“Noah, please,” Cara whispers, her pelvis bucking. “Take me.”

“With pleasure,” I reply, wrapping her legs around my hips. Without taking my eyes off her, I position my glans between her labia. Centimeter by centimeter I penetrate Cara. Her tightness welcomes me and, as always, it feels phenomenal to be inside her. I push against her as far as I can. She gasps and I press my lips together not to come too soon.

Then I push into her at a leisurely pace.

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“It's so nice here!” exclaims Cara.

Wearing a warm winter jacket, which is way overkill for today's temperatures, and a hat with the Nashville Warriors logo on it, Cara is way overdressed, but she doesn't care. Hand in hand we stroll through Old Nashville and enjoy the quiet life in Tennessee before we fly back to Boston tonight.

I really appreciate this time with my girlfriend, I still can’t believe it!

“And then you're moving to Boston?” she asks, looking up at me.

“Well,” I say, pulling her closer. “I can't complain about my time in Boston so far.”

“That's true.” She grins. “Let's go in here.”

She points to a cupcake shop.

“Sure,” I say, following her. In fact, I would follow her into any store and buy her anything she wants. As long as it makes her happy and keeps us together. Fortunately, no one can read my mind, because I sound like a fool in love.

Love really does make you blind and certainly a little stupid, but I can't complain.

The little bell above the shop door rings as we push open the door and enter.

“Wow!” Cara says, rushing to the display. All kinds of cupcakes are stacked up there. I read through the flavors and am quite surprised at what's available. How the hell is Jack Daniel's whiskey supposed to taste in a cupcake?

“Hello,” a young woman about our age says, smiling at us. Until she recognizes me, then her eyes literally pop out of her head. “Oh God... you... you're... Noah McCarter.”

I look at Cara and she grins.

“I am,” I confirm with a smile and shove my hands into my pockets. “My girlfriend likes your cupcakes.”

Her eyes dart to Cara and then back to me until she grabs a pair of disposable gloves.

“Would you like to try some, miss?” she asks nicely.

Cara is clearly uncomfortable that the young woman is treating us so kindly and would surely let us try any cupcake we wanted. But that's life as a football star - especially in your hometown.

“Maybe one or two, but we don't want to cause any trouble,” my friend coyly dismisses.

“You're not trouble,” she replies, pointing to a high table in the corner. “I'll bring you a selection of our bestsellers. Do you have any allergies?”

I shake my head and Cara does the same.

“Great!” Smiling, I grab Cara's hand and pull her with me away from the display to the table.

“I'm uncomfortable with this,” she whispers. “I don't like being the center of attention.”

“Baby,” I reassure her, kissing her temple. “You said you wanted cupcakes.”

“Yes,” she says, “I did, but she's giving them to us for free and I don't want that. All her heart and soul, and certainly her money, goes into this place, and we...”

“I have an idea,” I interject. “If we want to pay her and she refuses, let's offer her a deal.”

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