Page 58 of QB Keeper
“I’m—,” she chokes out, trying again, “I’m so full.”
“You’re doing so good, baby. You’re absolutely stuffed and you’re taking it like such a good girl.”
She clenches at the praise, making herself impossiblytighter. I feel like I could bust right now, but fuck that. I’m about to make us both see stars.
I pull out slowly, slamming back in and earning a loud moan from my girl. I repeat the move, over and over, until I’m properly fucking her. Her ass ripples with every thrust and I land a couple of hard spanks before I have to squeeze my eyes shut so I don’t come this quickly. She asked me to turn it red, but that’s not happening since I’m barely holding on right now. The cock ring is virtually pointless with how tight she feels wearing the plug. I never stood a chance at lasting.
“Tan,” she whimpers as her legs start to give out from under her. I wrap an arm around her waist, curling my body over hers as I use the other to rub quick circles on her clit. I feel small flutters against my cock almost immediately, which is good because even that has me clenching my ass to stop myself from coming.
“Can’t, can’t, can’t,” she chants, her words almost unintelligible, and I know I need to step it up if I want her to get off soon.
“Hey,” I say on a rough exhale, catching what’s left of her attention. She lifts her head, turning to look at me, barely able to focus. Then, I go in for the kill.
“I’m close. I need you to do something for me.” She nods weakly, her head lolling to the side as she struggles to maintain eye contact. I grab her face, holding it straight at mine as I feel my release barrel toward me.
“Have my baby, Grace.”
“Oh my God,” she chokes out. I deliver one tight slap to her clit, and that’s all it takes for us both to go off, me emptying into her as she convulses with a full-body orgasm. Her loud cries fill the room and I slam my lips to hers, swallowing every single one of them.
It feels never ending as I shoot rope after rope into her. And when we’ve finally both floated back down to earth, Icarefully remove the plug before pressing my hips tightly to her ass, holding my cum inside. I know she’s on birth control for her heavy periods, but if there’s even a fraction of a chance that she could get pregnant, I’ll fill her every day. Call me selfish or reckless, but I love her. We wasted so much time apart and I don’t want any more to go by before we start our life together. She’s always been it for me.
I pull out, keeping my arm around her for support as I use my free hand to remove the wrist cuffs. I somehow manage to pull the cock ring off without letting her go, using one of my knees to bear her weight as she leans back into me. I scoop her up and she immediately sinks into me, her soft breaths puffing against my neck. I carefully lay her on the bed, sliding in next to her and caressing her hair.
“Thank you,” I say, making her hum in acknowledgement. She might not realize it, but she’s given me everything I’ve ever wanted, and more. “Are you okay?” I ask, reaching for the bottle of water I had set out and helping her drink. Even though she can barely open her heavy eyes, she takes a couple sips before curling back into me.
“I’m perfect,” she whispers. “Life is perfect.”
And I couldn’t agree more.
FORTY-ONE
GRACE
“Holy shit!”I say as my phone continues blowing up with notifications from every social media app I have. It’s been going off nonstop all week. Ever since people saw Bella’s jersey dress, I’ve been getting requests left and right for custom game day designs. I’m still not to a point where I feel comfortable taking on a lot of them at a time, but I can start small and make them for the girls until I feel like I’m able to branch out.
Now that I’ve had a chance to really think about what went wrong with my education and career, I realize that the answer isabsolutely nothing. I’ve always wanted to create Haute Couture, but I think a part of me never knew what my niche would be. My mind was telling me to go in that direction, but I didn’t listen because I didn’t think I was good enough. Now that I have a chance to do it all without having to go to college for fashion, I may just ride the wave as long as it lasts. My business degree will come in handy if I decide to actually make a career out of this, so it’s not like I’m unprepared. I have Tanner, my family, and my friends who support me in every way I could ever need, and for the first time in a while, my life feels completely full.
“We told you,” Dia says, smoothing a hand over the corset I made out of one of Dalton’s jerseys. Her white leather pants are laced up the sides, and there’s the number thirty-seven on one of the heart-shaped pockets on the butt. I paired it with some silver rhinestone stilettos and found a vintage Blizzard jacket online to finish the look. I also hid a crown brooch on the strap of her stadium bag, because she’s every bit of the queen I promised her husband she’d be tonight.
Unfortunately, Mads is still stuck down on the field, so we’re getting ready for kickoff without her. After this week, the guys have three away games in a row, and Tanner asked me if I wanted to tag along with the girls and see more of the country. I’m pretty sure he just didn’t want to spend a day without me, which I’m definitely not complaining about. Maybe a day will come where I need a little break from him, but today isn’t it.
We all hurry to the big window, watching as our guys signal to us in their own ways. I’ll never get over the fact that Tanner did it for all those years and I missed it every time. I can promise that I’ll see every single one of them from here on out, until he decides it’s time to hang up his cleats. Whether it’s in person or on TV, I never want to miss another game. Mark my words, Tanner Lake will go down as one of the all-time greats, and I couldn’t be prouder to be by his side.
TANNER
I check the defense one last time before getting in my stance behind my center. We’re losing by two field goals, so we need a touchdown to tie. With the extra point, we can win this very hard-fought game. It’s been a push and pull between us andour division rivals, the Miami Rage, since kickoff. Emotions and tempers have been high all day, and I know it’s gotten into the heads of some of the rookies. But we’re not here to patty-cake. I need to get the new guys’ confidence up, and there’s only one way to do it. I glance up at the clock, seeing that we have time for one,maybe twoplays. But we won’t need them both.
I already called the play from the huddle, so now that we’re on the line, I’m going to use a dummy cadence to confuse the defense. They’ve been on my guys all night, and there’s no way we’re beating them unless we outsmart them. I start stringing together some nonsense, sounding as confident as I can, while the guys wait for my signal.
“Red ninety-six! Coconut! Gator seven! Hut, hike!”
Danny Boy makes the snap into my waiting hands as I turn to Dalton for the fake handoff. He pretends like he’s grabbing it, closing his arms in an attempt to make the defense think he has the ball, while I spin out to my blindside and watch as Blaze and Finn run deep routes up the field. They’re both lightning fast, and somehow manage to get open at the same time. Knowing I need to lead this team the right way, I take a chance and fire it off to the rookie. The tight end who’s supposed to be blocking for him is left in the dust, along with the rest of the team, because Finn Bellamy might be the fastest guy in the league right now. I wouldn’t say that to Blaze’s face, but it’s the truth.
Right when he hits the ten-yard line, the ball drops perfectly into his waiting hands. Less than a second later, he’s in the end zone, and we have the six. We all rush over to him, celebrating his first NFL touchdown, the energy in the entire stadium fueling us to put on a show for our fans. The guys do the dance they choreographed earlier this week as I pretend to take pictures like a proud dad.
It’s not that far off. I love this group of guys and the relationships we have. It’s been a wild year, but at the end of theday, all that matters is that we were there to help each other when we needed it. We’ve all been through love, loss, heartbreak, and so many different emotions. It’s nice to know I’ve had my brothers by my side through it all.
I remove my helmet and watch as Ramirez kicks the extra point. The ball sails straight down the pipe as always, because that’s what Ramirez does. Maverick and the defense take the field as the opposing offense goes for a quick Hail Mary, which is denied in the end zone with ease. We win the game with a score of thirteen to fourteen and get to boast the best record in the division, at least for now. It’s only been two weeks, so we might not have long, but every win deserves a celebration.
