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I laugh and pull her closer to me. “Oh, I have faith.”

“You know what the best thing about a birthday is?”

I shake my head no.

“Birthday morning sex.” She bites her bottom lip seductively. I reach down with both of my hands and grab her ass. I lift her up and she wraps her legs around me as I step away from the counter.

Walking backward, I sit her on top of the island. I lean down, shoving my head in the crook of her neck, and inhale her scent. “That sounds like a great idea.” I place my hands on her thighs and run them up her soft tan legs. Reaching the hem of my shirt, I raise it up over her head.

“I love it when you wear my shirts,” I mumble into the crook of her neck as my hand wanders and I discover she has no panties on. “And only my shirts.” I reach up with the other hand, pulling her neck back.

“I love it when I can smell you on me,” she whispers.

I growl before I lightly nibble on her collarbone. I push my now hard cock against her and she whimpers.

Her hands go to my waistband and she starts to push down my sweatpants.

My phone interrupts us. “You should get that,” she suggests as it continues to ring.

“No. They can call back later.” Just as I finish speaking my cell quits ringing. I smash my lips to hers and the house phone starts.

She giggles. “Get the phone. You can meet me in the shower,” she says, pushing me back then jumping down from the counter. I slap her on the ass as she walks away. I pick up the phone when I see it’s my mother. Let the birthday calls begin.

*****

SAMANTHA

“It’s finished,” I announce, pulling Slade’s birthday cake out of Vivian’s oven.

“How long will it take you to decorate?” Holly asks, looking at the clock on the stove.

I shrug. “I don’t know. This is my first time to try this, so there is still a possibility it will end up in the trash,” I joke, making Missy laugh.

“Well, hopefully it doesn’t take too long. The guys will be back in two hours,” Vivian reminds me, placing everything I need onto the island before she walks out of the kitchen.

I guess it is a family tradition for Mark to take Slade to hit golf balls on his birthday. When I first heard of this last week, I thought they were crazy. Who plays golf in November? Then I was informed that there is an indoor golf simulator driving range somewhere in the city. So Slade, Mark, Micah and Josh went to practice their swing with pretend golf balls. They invited Tate but he had to help me get Slade’s birthday present this morning. He promised me he would be at the game tonight though. The game where I am having Slade’s surprise party.

“Where did you find this recipe at?” Missy inclines her head, gesturing to the cake in my hands.

“I just started Googling cake with beer recipes and found it.”

“I bet it will taste fantastic,” Courtney says excitedly.

“Well, of course you would since you’re an alcoholic,” Holly pipes in, smirking.

Courtney places her hand on her hip as if offended. “I am not,” she retorts with a smile on her face.

Slade’s favorite beer is Bud Light. I wanted to do something different for his birthday cake. So I did some research on cakes and found a Bud Light cake recipe, where you add the beer to the batter. I made it in the shape of a football, and now I am about to decorate it with Rams’ colors.

“I’m surprised he hasn’t found out about tonight,” Vivian says.

“Me too,” I agree. “I left the Rams’ schedule out on purpose for him to see it was a home game. He told me that he wanted to go and I brushed it off, but I am just so excited that my plan worked.”

“How are you going to get him there without knowing about the surprise party?” Missy asks.

I frown because I have yet to figure that part out. “I’m going to wing it,” I tell them, because that is the best that I can come up with right now.

All of us girls laugh and start talking about our plans for Thanksgiving and Christmas as I decorate the cake. It makes me think about my parents. I used to spend half of the day on Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve with my father. The last five years had been torture during the holidays, being on my own. But I am looking forward to spending it with my new friends that I have come to love as if they are my family, and I wouldn’t change that for anything.

“That is amazing,” Missy praises, leaning over the counter, looking down at the football shaped cake as I am inspecting my icing job.

“I should have tried a piece of it.” I frown. “What if it tastes like ass?”

Missy looks up at me. “Well, I’ve never tasted ass, so I will not be able to make that comparison.”

Everyone laughs out loud at how serious she is. Courtney walks up behind her and places a hand on her shoulder. “One day a guy will come along and leave that taste in your mouth,” she says, still laughing. “Just wait.”

Missy’s blue eyes get big as she stares at me for clarification. “She means a man will make you want to vomit,” I explain before I lick icing off of my finger.

Missy smiles as she pushes her black rimmed glasses up on her nose.

“I once felt that way about Slade,” I say with a smile on my face. “All the women.” I shudder. “Man, he drove me nuts. Well, he still does, just for different reasons now.”

Vivian smiles as she enters the kitchen. “I just spoke with Mark. The boys are still hitting balls.” She looks down to the cake. “Wow. That is amazing, Samantha. You should quit the bar and work at a bakery.”

Everyone gets quiet as I stare over at Holly then to Courtney.

“Actually. My last day at the bar is next weekend.” I beam up at Vivian.

“Oh my gosh. Why didn’t Slade tell me you were quitting Larry’s?”

“Because I haven’t told him yet,” I state simply.

She lets out a little laugh. “Well, I want to be there when you tell him.”

“What am I going to do without you?” Holly sighs dramatically. “I’m going to be so lonely.”

“That’s right, bitch,” Courtney taunts with a smile on her face. “Now I get her all to myself. Be very jealous.”

“Oh, I am.” Holly nods.

I hear someone’s ringer chime and I see Missy look down at her phone. “Hey, what are our plans after the game?” she wonders aloud, looking up from her phone.

I shrug. “I guess whatever Slade wants to do. Why?”

“Because my brother is in a band and they’re playing tonight if you guys want to go out afterward.”

“Oh.” Courtney sits down next to her. “What does he play?”

“The drums.”

“I bet he’s hot.” She raises her eyebrows.

Holly walks behind her. “You’re taken,” she says, leaning over her shoulder.

Courtney brushes her off. “I love Josh. I’m just saying. I bet he’s hot.”

Missy frowns. “I’m not going to say he’s hot, but he is married.”

“Ah ha,” Courtney says, making Missy jump. “That proves my point.” She gives a big smile.

I ignore her reasoning of when a guy is hot. “I think that sounds like a good idea, but I will leave it up to Slade,” I decide, picking up the cake and placing it in the oven. “The cake should be safe in here.” I shut the door and stand up. “Just don’t turn the oven on,” I request, looking at Vivian.

“I won’t.”

“The game starts at six. What time are you guys going to go?” I ask, pulling my phone out of my back pocket to check the time.

“We will be there when the gates open,” Vivian states. “I want to make sure everything is set up and ready for when you guys arrive.”

“Thank you guys so much for helping me out with everything.”

“No problem,” Vivian says as she walks around the kitchen island to give me a hug.

“I have to get home before Slade does.” I grab my purse and give everyone a hug. “I will see you guys later,” I call out as I walk through the door to head home.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

SLADE

I grab a hold of Angel’s hand as we walk into the Rams’ stadium. I had told her last week that I just wanted to go to the game for my birthday. I was so excited when I found out they were playing a home game on my birthday that you would have thought I was a little kid again.

She seemed reluctant at first, but then said that it was my birthday, so whatever I wanted was fine.

“Where are we going? Our seats are this way,” I ask, pointing to our section.

“I want to go over to the other side of the stadium.” She tugs on my hand. “I want to go to their Pro store.”

I nod my head as I let her lead me around to the other side of the stadium. I frown when she comes to a stop in front of a set of doors. I just happen to look up and see the sign for the Pro store on the opposite side of where we’re standing.

“Angel, I think you’re lost,” I say, looking around.

She laughs it off. “No, I’m not.” She opens the door and pulls me through to follow her.

I walk in after her and come to a stop.

“SURPRISE!”

I stand there stunned as I look throughout the massive room that overlooks the football field. Inside are all of our friends and family, and it’s covered in balloons and other decorations. I turn to Angel to see her biting her bottom lip nervously. I give her a big smile and walk over to her. “A surprise party?” I question.

“Surprise,” she exclaims, throwing her hands out to the side making me laugh.

I reach down and pull her to me. I slam my lips to hers, giving her a quick but sweet kiss. I back away and turn to face everyone in the room. My mother comes up to me with a sad smile on her face. She throws her arms around my neck as she speaks. “I can’t believe you’re thirty.”

I let out a little laugh as I hug her back. “Me either,” I mumble.

She pulls away and my father draws me into a hug. “Happy birthday, son.”

“Did you know about this?”

“Of course I did,” he responds, slapping me on the back before he pulls away. “Why do you think I wanted to hit so many balls this morning?” He winks.

“Happy birthday,” Josh says, coming up to me next. He also brings me into a hug.

“I didn’t think we were going to be able to keep it a secret,” Holly says, laughing, as she gives me a small hug.

“Happy birthday,” Missy says as she walks up to me.

“Thank you!” I give her a smile before turning to face Angel. “Decided to give in to me, huh?” I ask, remembering when I found the tickets. I practically had to beg her to go to the game. She kept suggesting other things to do for my birthday.

She places her hands on her hips. “I’m the one that left the schedule out for you to see.”

“But when I said I wanted to go to the game you acted like it was a terrible idea.”

She places her hands out in front of her to gesture toward the room. “All part of my scheme.” She smirks.

“You’re so sneaky,” I tease, pulling her into my body. I thread my fingers into her belt loops and growl as I lean my face down to hers. The feel of her body against mine has me wishing we were in here alone so I can have my way with her.

“Down, birthday boy.” Courtney pats me on the back. “You can unwrap that present later,” she adds seriously, making Angel laugh.

“Is there going to be a bow?” I whisper against her lips.

She pushes her lips to mine and gives me a light kiss. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”

That does not do anything to help the situation I have going on in my pants.

*****

“What do you want to do after the game?” Josh asks me as he wraps an arm around Courtney while we eat and visit during halftime.

I shrug. “Doesn’t matter to me.”

“Well, I guess Jacob is in a band and they are playing tonight if you want to go. It’s not far from here.”

I turn to get Angel’s attention. “Angel?” She looks up at me from where she sits next to Missy. “Do you want to go see Missy’s brother play after we leave here?”

She nods her head. “It’s whatever you want to do, baby.”

I look her up and down and raise an eyebrow. She giggles it off and turns back to Missy.

“You are such a horn dog.” Courtney slaps me on the shoulder.

I laugh at her. “Yep.” There is no reason to deny that. I have never wanted anyone like I want Angel. Sexual or otherwise.

I feel two arms wrap around my neck from behind and I reach up, placing my hands on her arms. “Hey, Angel,” I greet, turning my head to look up at her.

She plants a kiss on my cheek before she pulls away. She walks around me and faces me with a box in her hand wrapped in football wrapping paper and a big blue bow.

“Angel, you didn’t have to get me anything.” She shouldn’t have even got this suite, but I know doing something for my birthday was important to her.

She smiles. “Of course I did.” She places the box in front of me and shakes it a bit.

I reach up and take it from her hands. She sits down on Courtney’s lap as I tear into the wrapping paper. I open the box and stare down at the blue and gold jersey. It has the signatures of the Rams’ players.

“How did you….” I lift the jersey out and let the box fall to the ground by my feet. “How were you able….” I question, still looking at all the names in awe.

Her laugh gets my attention. “Let’s just say Tate knows someone on the team and was able to make what I wanted happen.”

I place the jersey on my lap and reach over, pulling her face to mine. Her lips part, letting me slide my tongue between them. My hands tighten in her hair and she moans into my mouth. Before I know what’s going on I’m dragging her off Courtney’s lap and onto mine. She slows the kiss down and pulls her lips away as she places her forehead against mine.

“Thanks, Angel,” I whisper before I lick my lips. I can still taste her mouth on mine and I want more.

“You’re welcome.”

My eyes search hers as she continues to sit on my lap. She looks away quickly and then clears her throat as she gets up off me. I reluctantly let her go. She bends down and picks up the box, followed by the tissue and wrapping paper. I realize just how quiet the room is and look around at everyone. As I make contact with each one they clear their throats as well and go back to talking.

I laugh quietly to myself. I can’t keep control of my body when it comes to her and I’m pretty sure everyone who didn’t already know it, does now.

“Baby, come over here so we can sing happy birthday to you and cut the cake!” Angel hollers from the other side of the room.

I get up from my chair, take off the Rams shirt I have on, leaving only my undershirt, and then put on my jersey. I plan on framing it and putting it down in my man cave, so nothing happens to it. But right now, I want to enjoy wearing the most perfect present she could have gotten me.

I walk over to the table and watch as she pulls a cake out of a box. “Where did you get that?” I ask, looking at the wonderful detail in the football shaped cake.

“I made it,” she says, putting a couple of candles on the cake that read 3 and 0.

“You made that?” I ask shocked.

“I told her she needs to get a job at a bakery, not the bank.” My mother says with a smile on her face.

Yes she does. She did an amazing job. I start to tell her how wonderful it looks but pause. A job at a bakery instead of a bank? “What do you mean a job at a bank?”

Angel looks up to for a quick second. “I’m quitting Larry’s.” She shrugs.

“Uh, can you repeat that? I think I’m hearing things.”

She throws a napkin at me with a smile on her face. “I’m quitting Larry’s. My last day is next Sunday.”

I walk around the table and pick her up, spinning her around. “Best birthday ever!” I say before I slam her lips to mine.

“Oh, you haven’t heard the best part.” Missy chimes in, getting my attention.

“There’s more?”

She nods her head. “That cake has Bud Light in the recipe.”

*****

SAMANTHA

As we drive home, I think back over our night. Slade appeared genuinely surprised with his party and seemed to have really enjoyed himself. I know that he loves his jersey. He has told me so over a hundred times. While we were at the bar watching Missy’s brother play he even informed me that he is going to frame it so nothing happens to it. I told him that was the best idea ever.

“So you really had a good time tonight?” I ask, looking over at him.

He picks up my hand and links our fingers together. “Absolutely, Angel. You should not have gone to all the trouble or spent as much money as you did.” He smiles over at me. “But with that being said, it was the best birthday ever and the cake was amazing.”

“I just wanted to do something special for you. I know you were not happy about turning thirty.”

“It was very special, but not because of what you did. It was special because I have you.” His tone is so serious it makes me smile.

We pull into the garage. As I get out of the truck, my eyes scan over at the boxes that are still piled against the far wall.

“What’s wrong, Angel?” Slade asks, coming around the front of the truck.

“Nothing.” I turn to face him. “I’m going to start going through these boxes tomorrow.”

He smiles as he wraps an arm around me. “Just out of curiosity, why do you want to start doing that?”

“My mother’s things don’t belong in a box in our garage. I kept those things for a reason. Now it’s time to go through all of it and put it where it belongs.”

He pushes a piece of hair behind my ear. “And I want to find my parents’ wedding rings. They have to be in there somewhere.” I frown.

He pulls away and turns around, tugging on my hand. “Come on. You can worry about that later.”

“So what am I supposed to worry about right now?” I ask as we walk into the house.

“Me,” he says, picking me up and making me laugh.

He sits me down on my feet once we enter the bedroom and I saunter over to the dresser and pull out the outfit that I bought just for tonight. “I’ll be right out.”

I enter the bathroom and quickly undress. I open my makeup drawer, reapply some pink lipstick, and add some more mascara. I flip my hair a few times to give it some volume and give it a little spray.

I then put on the black lace thong that has a ribbon that ties in a bow above my ass. I place the matching bra on and tie the bow that sits on top of each shoulder. Bending down, I pick up the black high-heels that I took off and slide them back on.

“This is going to have to do,” I tell my reflection quietly as I look myself over in the mirror.

I open the door, walk back into the bedroom, and find Slade lying on the bed fully clothed with his eyes shut.

“Slade,” I whisper as I lean down and kiss his cheek.

He doesn’t respond.

I glide my hand over his zipper to find him soft behind it. “I’m going to change that,” I say to myself.

Once I unzip his pants, I pull his dick through and start running my hand up and down his shaft. I crawl onto the bed and straddle him. Leaning down, I place my lips on his as I feel him start to harden in my hand.

Very slowly, I glide my tongue across his lips. “You going to wake up for me, baby?” I whisper.

I smile when he lifts his hips to meet my hand. I glance down to where I am stoking him, and then back up to find his baby blue eyes open and staring at me. “There you are.”

He places his hands on my hips. “Here I am. What are you going to do with me?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“I’m going to give you your last present.” I get up off of him and stand next to the bed. I undo my bra and throw it across the room as he sits up, placing his feet on the floor.

He spreads his legs and allows me to step in between them. I go down to my knees and take him into my hand. He grabs my wrists and pulls it away. His other hand cups my face. I look up at him frowning.

“This reminds me of the first time I brought you back to this house,” he says, staring down at me.

“Is that a good thing?” I ask, confused.

“It’s a great thing.” He smiles. “It took everything I had to not fuck you.” He tightens his hand around my wrist.

“Why didn’t you?” I shift on my knees due to the throbbing between my legs for him.

“Because I knew then that I wanted more and that you would be worth the wait.” He lets go of my wrist and places his hand on the other side of my face.

I smile as I run my hands over his thighs. “Well, now we
are
more and we are past the waiting period,” I tease.

“You’re right. We are.” He pulls me toward him. “Even before I had you I wanted you more than I could explain. And now that I’ve had you….” His eyes leave mine and make their way slowly down my body and then back up to mine. “I can’t get enough.”