Page 215 of There's No Us Without You
That night will live in my memory forever, not just because the team came away with a win, and Emerson seems to be on the mend and playing again, but because Will and Tyler finally had a night where they weren’t walking on eggshells around each other.
It made me wonder if that’s how they were before everything got so complicated. My heart was so full, and a few times I had to either look away or get up and busy myself with something else because I would have turned into a blubbering mess.
They both deserve a relationship after what they endured as kids, and I was only too willing to help that along.
A roar from the crowd has me covering my ears when Carter throws his arms up and down, riling up the entire stadium.
I shake my head, but join in, nonetheless. Stella would be screaming at the TV right about now, but to make it even more exciting for her, I pull my phone out of my bag and snap a quick picture of Carter.
Me: Proud moment! Wish you were here x
Stella replies with a video message of her jumping up and down screaming while wearing the team’s colours and Carter’s number on the back.
It’s a shame she couldn’t be here, but her sister is sick, and with her mum working again, there was no other option.
I grin as I take in the packed-out stadium. There’s not one empty seat to be found in the sea of blue and white, mainly in support of the North Sydney Seagulls—Emerson’s team.
And because of him, we got some of the best seats—first row, right in the middle.
Emerson bounces on the spot, loosening up his shoulders and stretching his neck. He stands a couple inches taller than most of the other players. Plus he’s hard not to notice.
With his hands on his hips, he finds us in the crowd, those hazel eyes zeroing in on me and Will. I jump up and wave before blowing him a kiss.
He pretends to catch it and then presses his hands over his heart. “I love you,” he mouths.
My entire body heats, and I can’t wipe the smile from my face.
“Do you think Em could wear his uniform in the bedroom?” I say, grinning at Will like Pennywise, the clown from the movieIt.
Will’s eyebrows shoot up and he rubs his fingers over his chin as he contemplates my request. “I can always make him.”
“Yes, please.” I’m practically squirming in my seat at this point due to a heady combination of nerves, hormones, and an atmosphere like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
It’s not lost on me that there are droves of women screaming Emerson’s name, but I choose to ignore them, instead focusing on the fact that later tonight he’ll be inside me, makingmescream his name for a totally different reason.
“You okay there, Sunshine?” Will blinks slowly at me, a slight smirk lifting one side of his luscious lips. “Need a break already?”
I narrow my eyes on him. “Funny. But I’ll have you know, I’m totally fine.”
“If you say so.” Planting a kiss to the side of my head, he lingers for a moment, then focuses on the field again.
A hush falls over the crowd, and the lights dim when a man in a suit steps up to the podium in the centre of the field. He introduces himself and does his little speech, introducing each team.
Then he introduces the Australian National Anthem, asking everyone to please stand. Most oblige, some pressing a hand over their heart, while the teams on the field line up, each player draping an arm over the shoulder of the person next to them.
Emerson is at the front of his line-up—I’m assuming because he’s Captain—with his head down as the anthem is sung.
When the music comes to an end, a group of people race out to remove the podium from the field, and the game starts on the referee’s whistle.
My fingernails dig into Will’s thigh, and I’m literally on the edge of my seat, screaming, when one of Emerson’s teammates—I don’t know his name—almost scores a goal.
“Jesus, woman,” Will says, side-eyeing me while massaging a finger against his ear. “I suppose I don’t need my hearing.”
“Sorry, sugar,” I say, laughing. “Here.” I plant a kiss to his ear. “All better?”
“Not quite. Might need another one,” he says, before running his tongue over his bottom lip, eyes locked on mine.
I lean in to repeat the action, but Will grabs my face in his hand, giving my cheeks a slight squeeze. “It would be a shame not to be able to hear you scream when you ride my cock.”
