Page 73 of Passing the Red Line
“You’re supposed to be concentrating on getting ready for the season, not how good my ass looks,” I say, pushing him away. I don’t have time to get distracted by his body. I have an outfit to choose and head to the airport, so that I can arrive before the players do.
“I can concentrate on both,” he says, giving my ass a slap as I walk away from him.
I ignore him and quickly change before going over to my carry-on and double checking that I have everything that I need. I don’t want to be missing anything.
“Babe, it’s just a one-way game in Detroit. We will be back tonight, you don’t have to worry what you pack or what you wear. All you need to worry about is taking pictures,” he says, coming behind me and wrapping his arms around my body and dropping his face to my neck and giving me kisses on the exposed skin.
“Says you. For all I know, my pictures can suck tonight and then tomorrow morning I will wake up with an email from the Knight telling me that I’m fired.”
Christian hums. “Is there a reason why you are freaking out about this game, but you didn’t even say a peep about the one two days ago?”
I think about it. There’s no real reason.
I shrug against him. “I think because there’s a lot more at stake with traveling. I can forget my laptop charger, my camera charger, a lens, anything that could prevent me from doing my job. With the first exhibition game, I knew that if I had forgotten something, or needed a new battery, then I could just run up to go get it. Here is different, plus I won’t have the whole social media team with me, so I have to capture double the pictures.”
“You’ll be fine. You won’t forget anything, and you will capture all the pictures you need and when we get home tonight, I will show you just how good you did today,” he says, letting his hand travel to the front of my pants and sliding under the waistband until he is cupping my pussy.
“Oh yeah, and how will you show me?” I ask, trying not to melt into him.
“With my cock, of course,” he says as he slides his hand under my panties and starts drawing lazy circles against my clit.
“Of course.” I say, a little breathless.I want to get lost in him, I do, but I can’t be late. “So, save whatever your hand is doing for then,” I say, walking out of his embrace, and pulling his hand out of my panties.
“You’re no fun,” he whines, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me back and placing a kiss against my lips.
“You won’t be saying that tonight.” I say kissing him back, but then my alarm goes off and I pull away. “Okay, I have to go.” I say, grabbing my carryon and my camera bag. “Do not be late to the tarmac!”
I run out of the condo without a second look and head down to the car I had called to arrive at the same time that my alarm went off. Perfect timing.
The car makes it to the tarmac in record time, and I’m able to get all my stuff on the plane and get myself situated down by the stairs to wait for the players to arrive all within ten minutes.
For a good five minutes, I’m able to catch a breather and calm myself down as much as I possibly can. If we were at the beach house right now, I would be going down to the water and dipping my toes in.
Unfortunately, we won’t be heading there until November so I will just have to think about it until then.
Ten minutes after I get situated on the ground with my camera on hand, players and coaching staff start to arrive.
I haven’t spent a whole lot of time with these men yet, but some do wave and smile when they see me point the camera at them, which I greatly appreciate. It makes the job a whole lot easier.
One by one they all start to arrive, and my little finger is clicking away trying to capture the most perfect candid picture.
Blake, who I learned is one of Christian’s friends, arrives with another player, Logan, and they both give me smiles and greet me by name as they walk up the stairs to the plane.
Liam and Christian are some of the last ones to arrive, both of them sending smiles my way and my boyfriend sending me a wink that I’m able to capture. The wink was supposed to be for me, but I can see if the social media team can use it as a birthday post for him or something.
The last to arrive is my dad. I learned from Christian that my dad arrives last, because he wants all the players to arrive before him, that way nobody is late.
He sees me on the ground, and he also sends me a wave and a smile before going up.
Things have shifted between me and my dad since preseason started. It partly has something to do with us practically working together, but it also has to do with the fact that he knows about me and Christian.
After we got home from picture day, Christian told me that my dad called him into his office to tell him that he knew that I was living with him. For a second, I got scared that my dad was going to either trade Christian or get me fired. But thankfully neither happened.
I was also told everything that my dad said during this little meeting and the second that I heard what he said, I felt happy. He was trying and that’s all I needed.
When everyone from the team is on the plane, I head up too, so that we can take off.
As soon as I step on the plane, I see a sea of players and as much as I want to find Christian and sit next to him, I take a seat with the social media team, so that we can get pictures edited and schedule social media posts while we fly over to Detroit.
