She squeezes her eyes then opens them. “I’m looking at you. I can’t stop looking at you.”
“Fuck, baby,” I mutter as I yank her closer, fucking her hard and deep. “Do you feel it?” I rasp out as I stroke into her.
She manages a desperate nod. “I feel it all.”
Her head falls back, her neck stretched long and inviting, her words landing on my ears.
So good.
So close.
More.
Deeper.
You.
Coming.
Oh God, I’m coming.
She trembles. Her shoulders shake, and she cries out in pleasure. That’s enough for me. I need nothing more. I’m there with her, my own orgasm insisting on appearing right fucking now as my thighs quake, and my balls tighten, and I come hard and deep inside her, filling the condom.
I groan for what feels like minutes. She does, too. We pant and moan, and come down from the highest high. My hand is still curved on her face, gripping her jaw, and when I let go, I realize I’ve held her so hard, I left fingerprints on her chin. “You okay? Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head. “No.” Her voice is like a feather. “It only feels good.”
Gently, I slide out of her and excuse myself for the bathroom. After I toss the condom, clean up, and zip my jeans, I return to the living room, but she’s not there. Her purse is gone, too, and my heart stops beating. Fear takes over, and I actually look out the bay window to see if she’s pulled off a dine and dash.
I spot her green car parked right outside, and another car pulls up in front of it.
Why the hell would I think she’s taken off? Maybe because we still haven’t talked. We still haven’t figured out what we’re doing.
Her heels click across my floor, and I turn around, my breath coming fast. “I thought you left.”
She narrows her eyes. “I’m not going to just take off without saying goodbye.”
“I know. I’m going crazy.”
She hooks her thumb in the direction of one of the bathrooms. “I was straightening up. I have an appointment. Remember?”
“Right, yeah.” I scrub my hand over my jaw, trying to make sense of the emotions steamrolling me. “Do you need to go now?”
She looks at her watch as she moves closer to me. “I should leave soon. I have a couple of up-dos for a Christmas party.”
I lean in and give her a kiss, lingering on her lips. “I have to go to the team hotel tonight.” We always stay at a hotel the night before a home game. It’s the team rule, so we don’t have to worry about spouses, girlfriends, sick kids, or cars that won’t start in the morning. “Let’s figure out a time to see—”
A wild knocking sounds on my door.
She arches a brow. I peer in the peephole. Just outside, Ford grins as if he’s won the lottery.
34
“Who’s the man?” Ford holds his arms out wide. His smile extends to Pluto and back.
“You’re the man?” I ask playfully, gallons of hope rising inside me. If he’s here, that means one thing. One awesome, amazing thing.
He claps me on both shoulders. “You. Are. The. Fucking. Man.”
Anticipation bursts in my chest. “And why am I the man?”
Ford stops and gives Violet a cheek kiss. “Hello, beautiful. Wherever are my manners? Good to see you.”
“Hi, Ford. Why is Cooper the man? Are you going to tell him?” she asks, practically bouncing on those skyscraper heels.
My agent raises his right arm toward the ceiling, like a warrior issuing a battle cry. “Four years. Four beautiful, amazing, incredible, make-it-rain years.”
My jaw comes unhinged. It falls to the motherfucking floor when he says the dollar amount. It’s mind-boggling. It’s staggering. I slide my hand through my hair. “Holy shit.”
“Holy fucking multimillion-dollar-face-of-the-team-starting-quarterback-for-the-next-four-years shit.”
Ford punches the air several times, and Violet throws her arms around me. “I am so proud of you. This is amazing. This is incredible. You deserve everything,” she says, her voice bubbling over with excitement. She sounds like champagne. Like diamonds. Like all the stars in the sky.
I’m floating. I’m in shock. “Thank you,” I say, surprised I can even get those words out because I’m too stunned. Too overwhelmed. Ford already banked me life-changing money when he negotiated my rookie contract. This is many-lives-changing money.
I walk to the couch and sink down because I’m not sure I can stand anymore as I process this news.
“Don’t sit. We need to go out and celebrate. We have points to review. We have things to discuss. Get up, brother,” Ford says.