Dirty Play: Sports Romance (13 page)

O
ne Year Later

I
closed
the door and tiptoed down the hall, clutching the monitor in my hand. I watched it the entire way to the living room.

“She’s asleep?” Wes asked.

“For now.” I sighed.

“Come here.” He folded me in his arms as I sank into the couch to join him.

I thought pulling long shifts at the hospital was exhausting, but nothing compared to all-nighters with this little one.

I had gone back to work part-time two weeks ago, and I was still trying to figure out how to balance the sleep deprivation. This was a completely different level. I was sure my patients wouldn’t be interested to know I was running on fumes.

“Let me take that.” Wes wiggled the monitor from my hands. “She’s a pretty cute kid, Doc.”

I smiled. “She is, isn’t she?”

He nodded. “A year ago we were at the Super Bowl and now look at us.”

“Yeah, we have a four-month old who runs our lives.”

Wes laughed. His broad chest shaking as he held me closer.

I traced my fingers over his wide knuckles, drawing strength from his hands. I circled over the Super Bowl ring he wore on his right hand. It was ornate, encrusted with diamonds and the team name with champs engraved under a dark blue stone.

I thought about what Wes had put himself through to get that ring. The lies, the deceit, the injections. The center stone was smooth under my fingertips.

“How upset are you that we’re not in Miami for the game tonight?” I looked into his green eyes, knowing I’d be able to read anything that wasn’t the full truth.

His fingers laced through the back of my head. “I’m not giving up on another Super Bowl. But, this wasn’t the season.”

I twisted my lips together. “You didn’t answer the question.”

“We made it to the playoffs. Besides, I get to watch the game with you tonight.”

I studied the crease in his brow. I knew I was pushing him. He was upset he wasn’t there. He wanted to defend his championship status. More than anything I think he wanted to prove to both of us he could win without cheating.

But I had come to realize that over the past year. Wes was the kind of man who wanted to win, but something he had changed. The first time he held Charlotte I could see it. He wanted to be a different kind of man. He wanted to be a father she could be proud of. She was his chance to start a new chapter in his life. One that included honesty.

“What time are your parents coming over for the game?” I asked.

It was my idea to invite them. We spent every Sunday together in Wes’s box. It seemed fitting we would watch the Super Bowl together. They couldn’t get enough of Charlotte.

Wes looked at his watch. “We still have two hours.” He waggled his eyebrows. “And the baby’s asleep.”

I was exhausted to the deepest parts of my bones. My muscles were weary. I could barely keep my eyes open. But with one look Wes had awakened every nerve in my body. The hammering in my chest made my breathing quicken.

“But you have to be very quiet, Doc.” He pressed a finger to my lips.

I nodded. “I can do that.”

“Are you sure?” He smiled wickedly. “Because I don’t plan on gentle fucking.”

My knees shook, and there was a quivering in my core that was already spiraling. Yes, that’s what I needed. I needed him to take me to bed and remind me I was his. That despite the whirlwind we had been swept up in this past year, I was still his.

“God, yes,” I whispered in his ear.

He lifted me from the couch as his mouth descended on my lips. I sucked greedily, wanting him to know that I wanted everything he could give me.

He laid me on the bed, stripping my jeans over my hips. His eyes flickered with lust.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful.”

I sighed as he peeled the lacy panties off next. I quickly wiggled out of my Wranglers T-shirt.

He planted his hands on either side of me. I looked from one hand to the next. The Super Bowl ring dominated his right hand, but on the left was a simple gold band. A band I had slipped on his finger a year ago.

Everything between us had been unconventional. My patient had become my lover. My lover had become the man who helped me discover there was more to me than medicine. And then I got pregnant.

After Wes won the Super Bowl in San Diego there wasn’t hesitation. I wanted to raise our baby together as a family. When he asked me to marry him, I knew we both wanted the same things. We wanted a life together. A life we could spend balancing each other out. A life we could spend making each other happy. A life that would be filled with this kind of unquenchable passion.

I looked up at my husband. The man who had made me question everything, and yet at the same time realize that all we needed was to trust each other.

I heard his zipper and I smiled. “Say it, Doc.”

I stretched my arms overhead, feeling the desire wash over me. “Make me yours.”

“Always mine,” he growled.

I bucked off the bed as he pushed inside me. Our bodies knew what to do. We had memorized each other. But as Wes rocked into me and my orgasm peaked, I whispered all the dirty things he wanted to hear. And he fucked me the way I wanted. Like the woman he had fallen in love with.

I
stepped
out of the shower, the droplets sliding over my body. What I wanted to do was curl up under the covers and sleep for ten hours. But Bud and Gloria would be here any minute for the game.

I called to Wes. He was making faces at Charlotte. “Is the food out?”

“Yep.” He swished the baby back and forth.

“She’s still not a football, you know.” I giggled. I loved watching him with her. He made silly faces and sang songs. Most of them were fight songs from college, but they seemed to make her laugh.

“Doesn’t mean she can’t learn.”

While I was showering he had gotten her up from her nap and dressed her in a Wranglers onesie. I’d be lucky if he ever let her wear pink. We hadn’t started talking baby number two yet, but it was only a matter of time. If only for Charlotte’s sake, I needed to give this man a son.

“We’ll let you get dressed. I’m going to out the pre-game on.”

“All right.” I toweled off my hair.

By the time I was dressed and made it to the living room my in-laws had arrived. Gloria was holding Charlotte and Bud was making a fish face at her.

The good thing about grandparents was it freed up our hands. Wes was grumbling at the TV. They were showing last year’s Super Bowl highlights and questioning why the Wranglers hadn’t made it to defend their title.

I sat next to him on the couch and wrapped an arm around the hard muscles in his shoulders.

“Next season you’ll be there again.”

His furrowed brow lightened. “Fuck right.” He covered his mouth and looked around. His parents were too busy with Charlotte to have heard him.

I eyed him. “One day our daughter’s first word is going to be fuck and I’m going to punch you.”

“Sorry.” He reached for the remote and turned up the volume. According to the countdown clock we were still twenty minutes from the coin toss. This was going to be a long night.

Thank God, I didn’t schedule any morning patients at the hospital.

Wes picked up his phone when it started buzzing. “Stubbs, can you believe this shit?”

I eyed him with a death stare. He stood and walked to the bedroom where the game was also on full blast.

There was only so much I could expect to change in the man. I knew who I married. And I fucking loved him. Dirty mouth. Dirty thoughts. The dirty things he did to me in bed. I smiled. And then there was the man who changed diapers at 3 a.m. The man who watched over me during my entire pregnancy. The man who would die before he’d let anything happen to our little girl. I couldn’t have one without the other.

I listened to Gloria and Bud blow bubbles at Charlotte and curled my legs behind me on the couch.

I had moved to San Antonio focused on medicine. Focused on finding a new life for myself. And in this room I had it all. A new family and a man I would love the rest of my life.

V
iolet Paige is
a thirty something mama who loves sports and writes about the delicious men on and off the field. When she's not writing you can find her baking and spending time at the beach with her family. Open up a book, raise the score, and enjoy the men of Violet Paige.

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