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“They were able to reset my arm and leg.” He extends his leg and lifts his right arm. He tilts them and it’s then I notice the faint lines of his scars. “Incredible work, isn’t it? Plastic surgeon at the university hospital. After months of rehab and specialized workouts, the doctors told me that I would never be able to play football again. At least not at the college or professional level. I can’t throw as far or as fast. And my body, especially my leg, cannot withstand the rigors of tackle football. Not to mention the severity of my head wounds. Contact sports were no longer an option.”

“What about Lyndell?” He hums softly, squeezing me a little tighter.

“We shared a hospital room for a while. His recovery took some time, but the good news is they were able to figure out that his seizure activity increased because of swelling in his brain. He had a craniotomy to remove part of his skull to reduce the pressure. Honestly, he’s been so much better since then. I know most would consider this to be the worst moment of their life, but I feel that accident saved my brother. It gave him a chance at a brighter future.”

“Shit,” I mutter to myself. I just fell in love with Tyrone Wicawiil. Irrevocably. Absolutely. “Ty, where was your dad?”

“He…uh…he came to the hospital once. Ignored Lyn. Asked me if I’d play football again. I told him probably not. He left and we haven’t seen him since.”

“Fucking asshole!” His laughter rumbles beneath my ear, the sound oddly comforting.

“We don’t need him,” he says confidently. No, they don’t. Better off without him. “Having your entire life planned out and thenbeing told that it’ll never happen is a jarring experience. I’ll be honest…it sucks. However, I had not only myself to take care of, but my brother.”

“So, you pivoted.”

“Exactly.” His voice changes, unburdened, lighter. “Do you know who Lilly Geddes is?” I chuckle at the coincidence.

“I do. She handles PR for the team and athletics program. And is not a fan of Heacock.”

“There isn’t a single person on the face of this earth who likes that…man.” He kisses the top of my head and continues. “Anyway, she had been working in the back office while in school. When she graduated, she was hired full-time. She worked under the PR director. She approached me after the football season ended just months after the accident. Said she had an idea and if she could get it heard by the right people, she could salvage my academic and athletic career.”

I sit up, nearly smacking his chin, and bounce happily. “She’s why you’re the mascot?”

He grins as he nods. “Yup. The university ate it up, the feel-good story of the year. I lost my football scholarship. I could no longer play. But she convinced the powers that be to create a school spirit scholarship. I can’t get tackled by 300-pound linemen, but I can do a back tuck with the best of them. Heacock pitched a fit, but nobody cared. Donning that costume meant I could still finish school, provide housing and meals for my brother and I, and make sure that I had a job when I graduated.”

“But now you could coach?”

“I think…I want to do both?” I don’t think he meant for it to come out as a question, but I imagine he’s thinking out loud. “I can finish my special education degree, begin my master’s nextfall…and coach.” He’s confident by the end. And I’m so fucking happy for him.

“You can! Aside from Beiler being in your corner, you’ve got most of the athletic faculty, Lilly, Lyndell, the team…and me.” I’ll just throw that out there.

“I’ve got you?” His voice drops a few octaves, and my nipples tighten in response. I nod like a bobblehead, my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. Just a few words, but I feel the gravity of the declaration. The significance.

“Always,” I pledge without hesitation.

His brows dip, his jaw clenches, his prominent Adam’s apple bobbing. I lean in and lick a stripe up his throat right over it. And then I’m suddenly airborne. Legs around his waist and arms around his neck, he carries me down the short hallway to his bedroom. He sits on the edge of the bed and he isn’t even out of breath. Gah! I love his muscles. His strength; in every sense of the word. This man…my man…is unlike anyone else I’ve ever met.

No words are spoken. They are unnecessary. We let our bodies do all the talking. Reverently, as if unwrapping a precious gift, he tugs my shirt over my head. He licks his lips as he takes in the sight of my big boobs encased in ordinary cotton. Eyes locked on mine, he slides his hand up my back and unclips my bra. I drop my arms to my side and let it fall between us. His eyes trace the path of his fingers, starting with his thumb across my bottom lip, over my chin, down my neck, and across the hills of my tits. He groans as his fingertips tease the sensitive skin around my nipple. I whine as my back arches, offering myself up to him in invitation, leaning back with my hands on his thighs. He dips his head, licking around my nipple before wrapping his tongue around the hard peak. Oh, that feels really fucking good. It feelsbetter when he lightly sucks, every draw of his mouth causing a ripple of pleasure behind my clit. I grind against the ridge of his erection, and he snarls in response, sucking harder, his other hand pinching my neglected nipple.

I scramble to keep him right where he is and reach between us to cup his cock. I want it. Right now. He shifts slightly giving me better access to pull the waistband of his shorts down, his long, hard, thick cock bouncing free. My right hand moves to the back of his head, holding him against my tit, and I shuffle off his lap just long enough to push my shorts and panties down. I climb back up, straddling his hips, my pussy lips cradling the underside of his veiny cock. I hold it where I want it and start pumping my thighs to move up and down. I’m so wet, so close, he glides easily, pressing against my clit in delicious torture. He releases my nipple, burying his head between my tits, growling and groaning. His big hands dig into my back, urging me to move faster, his hips flexing.

I pinch both my nipples at the same time his middle finger brushes my asshole, and I shatter violently in his arms. Warmth spills between us, his magnificent cock twitching with every spurt, a pained grunt falling from his sweet, sinful lips.

The room is filled with the sounds of our harsh breathing. My heartbeat pounds in my ears. That was the single most pleasurable moment of my life. The orgasm was spectacular, but sharing it with Tyrone…

On the field earlier, I asked him what got into him.

Hope.

Ty gives me hope. Desire. Trust. Giddy anticipation. For him. For us. For Lyndell. For the future.

Tyrone 9.

I smile approaching the familiar building. That same anticipation boils the blood in my veins, my heart racing, my dick twitching knowing his master is so close. Over the last couple of weeks, I have been a frequent visitor at Edee’s dorm. The door is unlocked from the front desk before I press the intercom button. I wave at the guy behind the desk, and he waves back as I pass him to get to the stairs.

Between classes, meetings, practice, and spending time with Lyndell, I have spent every waking minute with Edee or talking to her on the phone or through texts. We’re inseparable. And I have never felt so at peace. Even Lyndell is calmer with her around, settled. The two of them are readingThe Hunger Gamestogether. Mostly, Edee reading to Lyndell as he gets ready for bed, but she has him read a couple pages out loud every night.

I’m borderline obsessed with her and I ain’t even mad about it. She’s incredible, open and warm, witty, and sexy as hell. We haven’t had much time alone, but we’ve gotten quite crafty at sneakily making out. She’s quickly becoming as important to me as Lyndell. My world is expanding and I’m so deliriously happy.

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