Long: A Secret Baby Sports Romance(70)

I loved him. I wanted him. I wanted him to have me, all of me, completely.

His cock pressed deep inside me as he kissed me, his hips working. I took his thick cock deep inside me. I needed it so badly as he fucked me, deep and deeper. He pressed my legs wide open and held my hips, fucking me, feeling my breasts.

I could feel it getting closer as he began to work my clit. I rocked my hips, my hands up above my head, pressing against the headboard. I worked his cock with my hips as he fucked me deep, rough, and I was lost, losing myself in him. I could feel myself not caring about anything about Gibson and feeling right with him.

Stroke after rough stroke, his muscles tense and ripped. I moaned his name over and over as the orgasm tipped into me.

I came hard on his thick cock, unable to hold myself back. I came hard for him as he fucked me, his hands on my hips, his whole body rough and strong.

I watched his face as he bit his lip and groaned. I could feel him coming inside me, our orgasms bursting together, completely overwhelming anything else.

When it was over, he collapsed onto the bed next to me. I laughed and kissed his lips, and he grinned back.

“Think I can stay the night?” he asked. “We can do my physical in the morning.”

“I think I can handle that.”

He kissed my lips and I felt right. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close against him.

Gibson Evans, my man. I was his completely, for as long as I could possibly imagine.





31





Gibson





I cocked my arm back and released. I did that over and over, throwing the ball hard and fast.

We were getting ready for the weekend, and for the first time since the semester started, I finally felt like I could pay attention to practice.

Avery was still there, lingering in my mind, but it wasn’t a worry anymore. No, it was an excitement, a desire, a need.

It was fucking love.

That only made me want to concentrate more and play harder. Before I had been worried about how I was going to take care of her, but now that seemed petty and insignificant. I still had to work that out, but I knew it would come together somehow.

Because I loved her, and she loved me. We were officially together, though neither of us needed to say that out loud.

We both knew what this meant.

Avery was the mother of my child, the love of my life. I cocked my arm back and threw a bomb deep, dropping it right into the receiver’s hands.

I felt good, better than I had in a long, long time. Nothing was in the way of Avery and me anymore. All I needed to do was kick ass and win games, which was something I happened to be very good at anyway.

For some reason, the idea of having a kid didn’t scare me as much as it had at first. Maybe because I knew that raising a child with Avery wasn’t going to be that difficult. I knew she’d be a great mother, and I was going to do my best to be a better father than I had growing up.

I was determined to do things right. We were not doomed to repeat the mistakes of our past if we could just grow up and move on. Maybe I had a lot of growing to do still, but I was looking forward to doing it with Avery.

Practice slowly wound down, and I headed into the locker room with the other guys, laughing and joking. I was lucky to be a part of a team as great as Mater Dei, and lucky that my teammates were good guys.

But I still had one more thing to do, one more problem to solve. As soon as I finished showering off, I felt the fear grow steadily in my gut.

“You coming?” Hynes asked me as the guys headed out.

“Nah. I’ll catch up later.”

“Your call, man. See you.” They waved and went out the back door.

I glanced back at Coach’s office door and took a deep breath. I wasn’t ready for this, but I didn’t think I ever would be.

I got up and walked over to Coach Taylor’s door. I knocked and waited a second before he called me in.

“Hey, Coach,” I said. “Got a second?”

“Sure, Gibson. Take a seat.”

Coach Taylor was in his early fifties, and he was known to be one of the best college football coaches around. I spent a lot of time with him because he grew up coaching quarterbacks, and I could tell he had big hopes for me. I hated the idea of disappointing him, since he was the one who brought me onto the team in the first place and gave me my shot, but I was out of options, and I knew I needed help.

I sat down across from him.

“What can I do for you?” he asked.

“Coach, I have something really, I don’t know, awkward to talk about.”

He leaned back in his chair, his sharp, dark eyes taking me in. He took off his hat and ran his hand through his salt and pepper hair. “Spit it out then. Better that way.”

“I got a girl pregnant. Now I need to make some money if I’m going to help her.”