Page 28 of Second Chance Ex
When a hand slaps my padded shoulder, I fumble like a goddamn fool, my phone almost falling to the floor. I glance up to see one of the guys waving me over, and I look around to see the boys getting psyched up. I shoot off a quick reply to Prue—a string of questionable, suggestive emojis because hell, I am a sleaze when it comes to my girl—and I tuck my phone away into my bag before joining my teammates, all while trying not to think about finally sinking balls deep into Prue’s beautiful pussy because that ain’t gonna help anyone today. Lord help me to not completely fuck this game up with my one-tracked mind.
Nearly two hours later, and the crowd is going fucking wild off the back of our nail-biting win; you’d think we just won the goddamn national championship. The marching band playsBuckeye Battle Cryon repeat as I walk off the field to the tune of ninety-thousand people roaring my name—myfucking name—it’s likenothing I’ve ever experienced before.JT! JT! JT!What even is my life right now?
I’d almost given up on playing tonight because Donaldson was on fire and fucked if I was going to get in his way. Sure, I was disappointed, but I know when a player is on one, it’s best to keep them in while they’re hot. But then with less than a minute to go in the game, with no timeouts remaining, we were down by two when Donaldson got taken out. It was all up to me.
My hands were shaking as I pulled on my helmet, and I swear, all I could hear was my blood pumping, pounding in my ears as I ran to the line on jelly legs. My nerves were at an all-time high. But when as I glanced at the other team’s QB, I’m not sure what it was, but something told me everything I needed to know with just one look between him and his halfback. Somehow, I just knew.
Knuckles down, face-to-face with a tackle who was practically foaming at the mouth, looking at me like he was looking for blood, I knew with everything I had, I needed to not fuck this up.This was my moment to prove myself to the coaches, to my teammates, to the home crowd of almost one-hundred thousand dedicated fans, and to whoever might see the game at home on the television, that I was the real fucking deal. There was no way I could screw this up.
And I didn’t screw it up. In fact, not only did Inotscrew it up, I won the fucking game with an interception that shocked not only the other team, but my team and every single person in the stadium.
At the snap, I rushed forward, effortlessly plowing down the tackle. I faked left instead of right to dodge a guard who had a stance too wide to recover, and thensuddenly the ball was coming straight for me. With one hand—onefuckinghand—I reached up and snatched the ball, tucked it under my arm, and then I realized…holy shit, I had the ball. And if I was going to do anything, it had to be at that very second.
With the fullback and the wide receiver coming at me from either side, I ran faster than I’ve ever ran before, for sixty-seven motherfucking yards. I didn’t even know how close I was to being taken out by the running back because all I could see was the endzone in front of me, everything else was a hazy blur. The deafening sound of the crowd faded so that it was just me, my racing heart, the gasped breaths I was desperately trying to suck in, and my mind telling me to forget everything and just go, go, fuckinggo.
And I did. I went all the way to that endzone. Touchdown, Buckeyes. My first ever touchdown, and it won the fucking game. Man, did it feel good.
Gasping for breath, I pull off my helmet, my eyes frantically searching the sea of chaos that shrouds our sideline for one person, and one person only. My girl. Don’t get me wrong, I love the celebration, and I want to share in the win with my teammates, but right now, all I need is Prue. And I find her. She’s standing on the bottom level of the stands, with the rest of the Buckeyes’ family and friends, her smile infectious when her eyes meet mine. And I run to her. Pushing past the coaches slapping me on the back, my teammates trying to grab me, reporters shoving microphones in my face, I make a beeline directly for the one person I need right now. Because at the end of the day, I know they all think I’m their hero right now, their God, the man of the hour, and it’s cool and all, but it doesn’t really matter. All thatreally matters to me in this second and all the seconds that come after this, is that brown-eyed girl who owns my heart.
I scale the wall and pull myself up onto the ledge so that I’m right there in front of her, balancing precariously, her face full of worry despite the adoration in those eyes of hers I love.
“Joey Tanner, get down, you’re gonna kill yourself!” Prue yells through a tearful smile, her hands furiously gripping my pads in a vain attempt to keep me safe, which only causes my heart to swell even more.
“So, kiss me, baby, and I’ll die a happy man.” I grin, wrapping my hand around the back of her head, my fingers entwining through her silky hair. And then, before she can protest, I dip down and crash my lips against hers as everything else around us—the band, the crowd, everything—fades away.
We barely clearthe door to the hotel room and Prue is on me. Arms wrapped around my neck, legs wrapped around my waist, I thrust my tongue into her needy mouth, taking everything from her with one kiss as I blindly make my way inside the suite, somehow finding the bed. I grip her ass tight as she grinds needily against me, groaning into her mouth at the friction because, holy hell, I’m about to blow my load right here. We had plans to get all dressed up, go to a nice restaurant for dinner, but this is so much better than some fucking restaurant, that’s for sure.
My knees hit the mattress, and I stop, breaking away from our kiss, my eyes finding hers. Wide and full oflust is the only way to describe them right now, and that look goes straight to my already aching dick.
“Make love to me,” she whispers, the hint of a smile ghosting over her kiss-swollen lips.
“Are you sure, baby?” I steady her with an earnest look. “I need to know that you’re absolutely sure.”
She nods. “I love you so much, Joey. I wanna be with you now. And always.”
Her words affect me more than I ever imagined words could physically affect someone, and I’m forced to close my eyes on a hard exhale. I swear I’d cry if I knew it wouldn’t ruin the moment. When you’ve grown up without anyone around to tell you that they love you, you start to think that maybe there’s something wrong with you. Maybe you’re unlovable. So, the moment someone finally tells you with their whole heart that they love you, well, it’s kind of a big deal. But, instead of crying about it like a weirdo, I swallow the lump in my throat and open my eyes again, meeting Prue’s beautiful gaze that says even more than her words just professed. Resting my forehead against hers, I breathe her in for a long moment, feeling her heart race against my chest, hearing her labored breaths, being close to her in a way we’ve never been before, even now, while still fully clothed.
“Prue Watson, you own me.”
She’s clearly taken aback by my confession, lips parting just enough for a shallow breath. Her eyes sparkle with the gleam of tears, her smiling lips quavering like she’s trying so hard to keep it together. But instead of saying something in response, she crashes those lips against mine and cements herownership of me with a kiss that almost knocks me flat on my ass.
I place Prue onto the bed, never once breaking our kiss, and I lower myself on top of her, nestling in between her thighs. Her hands roam over my shoulders, my chest, down my sides, landing at the waist of my game day trousers. She fumbles with the clasp, groaning in frustration against my lips, and I can’t help but chuckle into our kiss, tearing away just enough to get a good look at her.
“So impatient, baby,” I tease, grinning when she pops out her bottom lip.
“I want you naked, now.”
My eyebrows shoot up at her unexpected dominance, and she bites down on her bottom lip to stifle a shy smile.
“Yes, ma’am.” I smirk, pushing off her.
I stand up, watching her the whole time, unfastening each one of the buttons of my shirt, slowly, purposefully, allowing the white cotton to fall open. I bite back my smile when I see Prue’s gaze zero in on my body which is probably in the best shape it’s ever been in. She licks her lips, eyes landing on the obvious bulge straining against my pants, and I’ll be damned if it’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I release the button on my fly and tug on the zipper, my pants gaping enough for my erection to spring free, barely contained by my boxer briefs. I palm my dick, watching Prue watching me and I can already feel my balls start to tighten; I’ve been aching for her since I picked her up from the airport this morning. Actually, if I’m honest, I’ve been aching for Prue Watson since thatvery first night I met her in my bathroom, more than two years ago.
Prue gets on her knees and crawls to the edge of the bed, watching me as she lifts the hem of my jersey she’s wearing, but then she stops herself, and a coy smile claims her pretty mouth. “I forgot I promised I’d keep it on.”
I throw my head back on a groan because she’s fucking killing me. On one hand I want nothing more than to see her in nothing but my jersey, fuck her senseless while she’s wearing my number, my name on her back. But on the other hand, I need her sexy fucking body naked, willing, open, and more than ready.
