Take a Breath(73)

He gently traces my bare shoulders with his fingers and I shudder. I’m as wet and horny as hell, but I know we can’t do anything. I think the thought makes the situation even worse. I can’t help it. I turn around and say, “Why don’t you?”

He growls under his breath, shakes his head and moves away from me.

“I don’t want to have a fumbled quickie over my bed, Ana. I can have you all to myself later on.”

I raise an eyebrow at him and try to calm the burning sensation between my legs. The need for him still hasn’t eased one little bit. In fact I think it’s getting stronger.

We all leave at six, giving Matthew plenty of time to get ready. When we get there the crowds of teenage pheromones hits you between the nostrils, as we try to make it through the gates and into the stands.

Matthew says his farewells and we wish him good luck as he rushes off to get changed. It is packed with people waving Waverly high school red and white flags. The cheers are filling the stadium as we search for somewhere to sit. Finally we manage to spot a couple of places on the fourth row.

Moments later, Jake disappears and comes back with a bag filled with sandwiches. It is then I realise just how hungry I am.

“You think of everything don’t you?”

His face guilty, he admits, “Well because I didn’t want to leave you, I asked Matthew to make them for us. I can’t be blamed for how they’ve turned out.”

It makes my heart flutter at his thoughtfulness and I eagerly take a bite of the ham and cheese sandwich. It is actually pretty good. I nod my approval at Jake, and is about to say something when the crowd cheers at all our players heading on the pitch. It is hard to tell which one is Matthew until I remember he has the number 7 on his back. I manage to quickly pick him out amongst them after that.

Matthew is a valued quarterback in his team and has been doing this ever since he was able to walk. Once Jake taught him of course. Jake was also a quarterback in high school so I guess it runs in families. I don’t really follow American football too much, but I will know the gist of what is happening. I look across at the board which has ‘The Waverly Giants,’ against the ‘Roosevelt Revels.’ Blimey what a tongue twister that would be when you’ve had a few.

They all take their positions on the field and as the whistle blows the crowd goes wild. The ball is then thrown back and caught with ease. Everything seems to be going super fast. It is thrown to Matthew and he then sprints to the other side of the pitch. Within moments he has the other team on his tail and he is thrown to the floor, just as he gets over the first line.

I shoot up without thinking and shout out Matthew’s name. Lots of people around me stare and Jake is tugging at my dress. My face turns bright red and sit down as quickly as I can.

“Shit, now I have other dad’s to worry about now.”

I turn to Jake. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you’ve certainly made yourself noticeable now, haven’t you? I’ll be fending off more wolves.”

I wave him off. “Don’t be silly, Jake. I did kind of cause a scene didn’t I?”

I think I worry too much.

“You’d make a great mother, do you know that?”

The shock on my face was evident.

“I’m just saying.”

He smiles at me gently. I can tell he’s probably wondering whether he has made a mistake coming out with something like that, or if I will treat it as the compliment he was trying to convey.

I smile back at him. “Thank you,” I finally manage to say.

The awkwardness pulls us back into the game as Matthew is yet again running the field. He is getting closer and closer to the end line and my heart starts to pick up a notch. He manages to bump out the way a member of the other team as he races on.

The crowd is going wild and Jake and I stand up cheering him on. He makes it just in time with a touchdown. Everyone screams and Jake and I hug each other. I see the cheerleaders in the distance dancing away waving their pom-poms. The thought gave me an idea for later. I smile and quickly start planning it out in my head.

The game plays on and the Waverly Giants are kicking ass. The results in the end with two touchdowns from Matthew were 28-14.

The crowd dissipated as we made our way towards Matthew. His face was beaming as we give him a big hug.

“See, I told you I’d kick ass,” he said, laughing.

Jake pulled a face but I patted his shoulder. “So you did, Matthew. So you did.”

Clive comes sprinting over towards us then and says, “Hey, Mr Bennett. Hey Ana.”

He looks at me with a shy expression as a girl suddenly appears beside him. She reaches up to kiss him on the cheek and glares at me. This little blonde moppet did not like me at all. If looks could kill. I’m assuming this means she knows about me. Oh dear.