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NICK SOBA
Aweek or so later I was sitting on the sideline during practice, drinking water and studying our latest plays ahead of our upcoming game. I looked out at the field and a smile graced my face.
If you’d told me at the start of the season that we’d find ourselves nearing two months in and only having lost one game, no one would have believed you. I, on the other hand, would have. Because I knew this would happen if I managed to work my magic.
I was fully aware that my methods might seem unconventional, but look at the result.
I rest my case.
That said, I was still pissed over our one loss. It shouldn’t have happened.
It was a stupid-stupid mistake. A fucking wind gust pushed the football just right of the goal posts in overtime. So what should have been the point that won us the game, I blamed Mother Nature for fucking it up. Our kicker had done his job perfectly, he just didn’t account for the fucking wind that came out of nowhere.
The poor kid looked petrified and mortified when the football fucking licked the goal post - on the wrong goddamn side.
He’d immediately looked to me for a reaction.
I’d been what he was petrified of, while missing by inches was the cause of his mortification.
I met him as he came off the field and assured him that even though we try to control all factors, including Mother Nature, sometimes things are out of our hands.
Meanwhile, when no one saw, I lost my shit.
So aside from Mother Nature besting us on that one fucking game, The New York Rage was kicking everyone’s ass. And as I watched my team on the field, it was evident in their attitudes, their reflexes, their work ethic, their chakras.
They were finally acting like winners.
Post-practice meetings had run late, so when I got home at nearly eight that night, I found Scottie passed out on the couch.
This wasn’t like her.
She was one of those people who didn’t nap. So imagine my alarm at finding her sound asleep, looking so adorable, all curled up on the couch.
After admiring her for a few minutes, I needed to make sure she wasn’t sick, so I gently nudged her before kissing her lips.
“Baby, wake up,” I whispered in her ear.
In the cutest sleepy little voice she replied, “Mmm, what time is it? I can’t believe I fell asleep. I’ve been so tired lately.”
“Oh yeah? Anything else happening as of late?” I asked.
She rubbed her eyes as she sat up on the couch and I sat down next to her, gently rubbing her belly.
“Umm. I don’t think so. But just this week, oh my gosh, I’ve been exhausted. Last week I was feeling tired too, but not like this week. Maybe all of our extracurriculars have just finally worn me out,” she said and gave me a knowing look with a raised eyebrow.
I chuckled, but couldn’t help myself as my hand stopped rubbing her belly and cupped her breast. Her delicious, firm, and engorged breasts.
Believe me when I tell you that I’ve been fondling them a little extra in the last couple of weeks, just doing my due diligence - checking on size, shape and how tender they are.
When I gave her left breast a generous squeeze, which had my mouth salivating and my dick half hard, she suddenly yelped, “Ow!That hurts.”
“Sorry, honey,” I said, but brought my left hand to her right breast and did the same squeeze test I’d been doing for weeks.
“Ow, stop, what are you doing?”
I just grinned at her. “Sorry. Let me make it better,” I said as I leaned forward and kissed her neck, then kissed her covered breast.
