Win Big:A Bad Boy Sports Romance(36)

‘Thank you. That was sweet of you.'

He came back with, ‘It's about time .'

‘You could have phoned.'

‘No. Didn't make sense.'

‘Congrats on the Saints draft. I'm very proud of you.'

‘Thanks. Hey. I'm sorry. I was a jackass, but you already knew that.'

‘I'm sorry too. When are you back in town?'

‘Not sure. Probably in a few days. I'm sticking around to see where Mo ends up.'

It hit me that Mo wasn't called during tonight's first round. Kristy had to be stressed, but as usual, she put up a good front.

‘Oh okay. Maybe I'll see you next week?'

‘Definitely. We need to talk in person. I want to see you.'

‘Okay, sure.'

‘I missed you.'

‘Me too.'

‘Okay gotta go. See you soon.'

I smiled through joyful tears when I put the phone down. The heaviness I'd been carrying around for two months lifted off my chest, allowing me to finally breathe.





27





Epilogue - Evan





Twenty Months Later



Samantha said yes!

It was a long time coming. My mouth had gotten me in trouble and made things dicey for us a few times, but Samantha Woodward just accepted my marriage proposal in the presence of friends and loved one at my family's Christmas party. Watching her as she gazed down at the ring I just put on her finger made it all worthwhile.

By the time ten o'clock rolled around, the party was still going strong. Grams and my older brother's two kids were tucked in the guest rooms for the night, but everyone else was there, whooping it up, congratulating us, and getting to know Sam better. With my travel schedule and Samantha's job at the college, our time together was limited. We'd even moved in together in a nice gated community halfway between New Orleans and Baton Rouge, which helped. Still, this was the first time everyone got to meet her. I liked that she was getting some bonding time with my tribe. She hit it off with my mom too, which was no surprise. As the night wore on, I was ready to have her all to myself.

A slow grin rose up my face.

I found where some of the ladies had been hiding her. She was nodding politely, but I could tell she was bored out of her skull. I stepped in and took her hand, explaining that we'd be back real soon to finish that chat about wedding invitation card stock or whatever they were talking about.

"Where are we going?" She asked when we got to the staircase.

"Away from the busybodies." I squeezed her hand. "You're welcome, by the way."

She giggled. "I guess I should be thanking you."

"All in good time." I stopped halfway down the second floor hallway and pressed my forehead to hers. "Still excited?"

Samantha held out her hand to the side and glanced at her ring again. "You know I am," she answered, taking my face in her hands. "I love you."

"I love you, too, my feisty little minx." My eyes grazed down her body, taking extra time to admire her long, smooth legs in the cute but festive flared skirt she wore. I took her hand and pressed it against my cock. "I can't wait to rip off whatever you're wearing underneath that skirt, woman."

"Shhhh," she whispered, blushing through her smile as she slapped me hard on the arm. I barely felt a thing.

I pulled her into my childhood bedroom and had my hands all over her before the door shut completely. "All this celebrating has me hard as a rock."                       
       
           



       

She moaned when I kissed her feverishly. Lowering my mouth to her neck, I sucked and bit at her flesh. I slipped my hands up under her skirt, sliding two fingers under the line of her panties.

"And you're wet as fuck," I mumbled into her mouth. "You're hot for your man, aren't you?"

She smiled through the kiss. "It's the wine …  maybe the ring too."

I pulled back and looked her deep in the eye. "You're going to be Mrs. Evan Marshall. Is it still sinking in? Are you wetter now?"

She ran the back of her hand with the engagement ring down my chest and pressed the diamond against my groin. "Keep kissing me like that, and it's a promise."

"Who's getting naughty with the convenient weapon now?"

"You started it with all your kinky gadgets, baby."

"And you love it, Sam."

"Maybe I do," she purred.

"Admit it before I bend you over my knee."

"And how do you know that's not exactly what I want?" she asked, twirling a strand of hair around her fingers.

"Christ, let's make it quick before someone comes looking for us."

She giggled, working at my fly with quick fingers. She fumbled around in my shorts, pulling out my rigid length and stroking it. "I can manage that. Can you?"

I gulped. "I'll sure as hell try."

Samantha gasped, throwing her head back when I buried two fingers deep inside her. She gripped my shaft and started stroking, already breathing heavily. Pulling away, she turned to face the bed and lifted her skirt. "Get them off me and take me like this."

I got them off her, all right, though she wouldn't be able to wear them again. I ripped them clear off her skin and stuffed the torn shreds into my pocket. Positioning myself behind her, I gripped her hips and pressed the tip of my cock at her slick opening. She groaned and pushed back before I could make my first thrust. I was inside her tight channel and loving the feel of every inch as she clenched around me like a vice. I moved more fluidly with each stroke, and Samantha pushed back onto my length, finding a rhythm that only lasted until my hand reached around and began strumming on her clit.

She got on her tiptoes and arched her back, letting out a loud moan.

"Shhh … " I reminded her, spanking her gently.

Releasing one hand from the bed, she covered her mouth to muffle her cries of pleasure. She was about to come. I took the signal and amped up the pace for her benefit, and sure, for mine too. I let go of any concern for the intense pressure at the base of my cock, and my eyes shut tight as I came with her.

We climbed into the tiny bed afterward, stretching out to catch our breath. I gasped for air, staring up at the ceiling of my childhood bedroom. NFL dreams were born right here in this room and now, years later, some new dreams were being fulfilled.

I could have drifted off to sleep with Samantha in my arms, but we got ourselves put back together in the upstairs bathroom before saying our farewell to the partygoers for the night.

Time to get home and start the next stage of our lives together.

Time to make her happy that she said yes.

Time to win big.



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