Page 16 of The Throwback

That perks her up. “Okay! We’re out of here. I’ll see you in a couple hours.”

She leaves the room, dragging Dalton behind her as Jett spins me back around and lifts under my ass, prompting me to wrap my legs around his waist before carrying me back to the bed. “Let’s finish brushing these crazy-ass knots out of your hair. Can’t have my girl meeting the Blizzard fans for the first time looking like a homeless person.” I slap at his shoulder and he laughs, pressing his lips to my neck before he begins smoothing the brush through my tresses again. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of being cared for, daydreaming about a future where things like this could happen every day.

NINE

JETT

“Watchout for the blitz here, Kingsley,” Coach Mills says, pausing the film. “Wakeman comes off the line like a rocket on this play, so you’ll have to hit the block to give Lake enough time in the pocket to let the routes develop.”

“You got it, Coach,” I reply, writing in my notebook so I can brush up on everything when I’m back in my room later. We’ve been sitting here for hours, going over every play the Minnesota Graywolves have run against us over the last few years, finding our weaknesses and holes so we can fix them before Sunday. They’re notorious for blitzing on the weak side, so I’ll need to help with blocking over there to keep Tanner from getting his ass planted on the plays where I’m not the target.

“Alright,” he says loudly, using the remote to switch off the large smart screen behind him. “Get the fuck out of here. Go spend some quality time with your families. Friday evening, you’ll all move into sequestered roomsuntil after the game so you can focus and get solid nights of sleep. There will be a nine o’clock curfew, and you’re not to have anyone on that floor unless they have written permission from the team. That includes visits from girlfriends who happen to work for the media, Beckham. So don’t even try it.”

Blaze scowls before schooling his expression and nodding in understanding. “Yes, Coach.”

“Alright,” he continues. “I’ll see you in the morning for practice. Have a good night, gentlemen.”

We all gather our belongings, standing and heading toward the exit. We’re used to these film sessions, but paired with all the media and events that are scheduled throughout the week, it’s a lot. I’m exhausted and I can’t wait to get back to the hotel. I was able to convince Bailey to stay until Sunday, so it’s nice knowing that I’m not going to walk into an empty room. It’s been a long time since I could say that, and even longer since I’ve felt this giddy about seeing a woman. I honestly feel like a kid again, waiting for her parent’s car to pull in the driveway after a year apart, even though it’s only been a few hours. I just want to hurry up and get there so I can hold her, kiss her and care for her.

“You headed straight back to Bailey?” Tanner asks as we walk toward the lobby of the practice facility. “Grace filled me in on your story. That’s fucking crazy, man.”

I nod my head, smiling at the way the girls just welcomed her into their group after only meeting her once. I shouldn’t be surprised. It started with Mads and Dia. Next thing I knew, Bella and Grace had becomepart of their little gang. And now they’re opening their arms to Bailey. I’m grateful for that, because it’s given her an idea of what this life is like and how much of a family we all are. “Yeah,” I reply. “I never thought I’d see her again, but it’s like we didn’t skip a beat. She’s fucking incredible.”

He returns my smile, and I know he gets it. We weren’t that close until this past season, but I know he went through a lot of shit after he broke Grace’s heart in college. I saw the changes in him when she came back into his life, and now it’s like he’s a different person. Before, he was always so private and reserved. Now, I’m surprised he doesn’t rent a billboard in every city we travel to so he can profess his love and devotion to his fiancée to anyone who might not know. It’s been pretty amazing to watch.

“You should convince her to come to Vegas with all of us after the game. Grace and I are going to tie the knot at the same chapel where Davis got married last year. My best friend Riggs is flying in, and we’re going to have a little vacation to wind down from this wild-ass season.”

I consider his offer. “Shedoeshave next week off, but I’m not sure if she’d be down for a trip. To be honest, if she wants to stay in Tampa, I probably will too. It makes me sick to even think about leaving her after Sunday.”

His eyes go wide. “Damn, bro. Didn’t know it was like that. You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”

“Pretty sure I am,” I reply, pinching the bridge of my nose. “She thinks it’s crazy for feelings to be gettinginvolved so quickly, but I’m telling you man—the second I saw her, I was gone. It’s not smart, and it defies all logic, but I think she’s my soulmate.”

He shrugs. “Fuck logic. The worst thing I ever did was listen to my head over my heart when it came to Grace. I was in agony for years because of that shit, and so was she. The universe is literally dropping your person right into your lap, Kingsley. That’s one hell of a gift.”

I nod, letting his word sink in as he slaps my shoulder and walks away. “Vegas, baby!” he yells out before pushing through the door and disappearing into the warm Florida night.

He’s right. I’ve been given a chance to have everything I never knew I was missing, and I’d be a fucking moron to let it go. Am I scared? Yeah, sure. But the worst thing I can think of is ending this week without doing everything I can to convince Bailey to give us a shot.

“Bay?” I say into the room as I enter, setting my bag down on the floor. I expected to see her lying in bed watching TV or something, but she’s nowhere to be found. Her stuff is still in the corner where she left it, so she could be with the girls.

I make my way toward the dresser, noticing that the light in the bathroom is on as a subtle cloud of steam seeps from the crack in the door. The faint sound of water running hits my ears the closer I get, and my stomach twists with anticipation as I quietly push my way inside. My cock immediately thickens in my sweatpants at what I see beyond the glass wall of the shower. Bailey sits on the built-in bench, back leaning against the granite tiles, with her hand between her spread legs. Soft moans fill the air, and I watch like a voyeur as she takes care of herself, doing everything I can to stop from going in there fully clothed and punishing her for taking away the opportunity of feeling her warm cunt squeeze around my fingers. I bring my hand down to my dick and see stars as I give it a squeeze, feeling the first drop of precum as it leaks from the tip.

“Mmm, Jett,” she whimpers. “Fuck me. I need your cock.” She continues pumping in and out, and I bite my lip so hard I almost draw blood in an attempt to stay quiet while she brings herself closer to the edge. But the gesture is futile because as soon as she presses up onto her tiptoes, ready to fall over, I’m tearing my clothes off and ripping open the shower door, startling her as she yanks her hand from her core.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask, my chest heaving with the desire flowing through me.

“N-nothing,” she stutters, eyes wide with surprise. “Just washing up.”

I raise a brow, ghosting my fist over my hard cock just enough to tease it. “Oh yeah? Looked to me like you were fantasizing about me fucking you. Is that what you were doing while you were burying your fingers inside your cunt without asking first? I distinctly remember telling you that your pleasure belonged to me, yet here you are taking it like a greedy fucking girl.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers quietly as rivulets of water drip down her face and body. Her chest moves up and down rapidly with quick breaths, and she squeezes her thighs together in discomfort. I want to drop to my knees, throw her legs over my shoulders and give her a release, but she went against my wishes, and now she needs to suffer the consequences.

“Prove it,” I say, catching her gaze and looking to the floor to direct her. She doesn’t need another word as she stands and lowers herself to her knees at my feet, dragging her hands down my body as she goes. Looking up, she waits for direction like the obedient little sub I know she is, and it makes me swell with pride that she trusts me enough to do this. “Suck my cock, pretty girl. Tell me you’re sorry.”

She leans forward, licking the precum that’s ready to drop to the floor and swallowing it down before taking my head between her plump lips. I clench my teeth, trying to keep myself under control as she slowly explores, sending sparks of desire shooting through my entire body.

“Awww,” I coo. “My special girl. You look so pretty taking me like that. Keep going.” She preens under my praise, opening wider and sliding my length down her tongue until I hit the back of her throat. She tries to push further, but I stop her with a gentle hand on her cheek, pulling back slightly. “Slow down, baby. I don’t want you choking yet. You have a lot of apologizing left to do before I forgive you for touching what’s mine.” She tries again, this time with slow, languid strokes as she looks up at me like I’m the only person in the world. I take it in like a powerful drug, admiring her beautiful features while she worships me from her knees.

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