“Anyway, like I was saying…” My gaze moves to the suit speaking to Ren. He looks at me and his lips curve. “You must be—” he says.
“And I’m done.” Ren cuts everyone off. I drop my head, trying to hide my drunken giggle. I know what’s coming. I’m a little surprised when I’m lifted and cradled to his chest. I normally get the over-the-shoulder move when his caveman breaks out.
“Are you hurt from the game?” I ask, laying my head on his shoulder and ignoring the hoots and hollers from the guys on the team. I actually like a lot of the guys he plays with. They are always really nice to me, and they appreciate when I drag Ren out to a few parties they’ve put on. He’d say he didn’t want to go, but once he gets there he loves to dance with me. Or maybe he just likes watching me dance. Either way, we have fun. We always do when we we’re together.
“No, I’m fine.”
“You don’t usually pick me up like this, so I thought something must be wrong.”
“You’ve been drinking. I didn’t want to upset your stomach.”
“You’re always thinking about me,” I whisper, moving my lips to his neck. I nibble at him. He grunts, and I try to mimic the sound. He laughs at my attempts. Before I know it we’re in our hotel room and he’s tossing me on the bed.
“As much as I love seeing my name on you, take it all off. You know how I want you,” Ren says as he starts pulling at his own clothes.
I take my jersey off, smiling at him. It has his number, but it’s the only one that reads Mrs. Hendricks on the back. I’ve had it since his very first game. I quickly strip off the rest of my clothes because I do know how he likes me. Naked with only my wedding ring on.
It’s how I like Ren, too. Though his ring is in the bathroom right now. He doesn’t take it to the stadiums, always worried something might happen to it when he has to leave it in the locker room. But that doesn’t matter. He got a tattoo of it on his ring finger, one that he never has to take off. I’d wanted to get one, too, because I take mine off sometimes when I’m drawing or messing with paint, but Ren ended up getting me a band to wear with his name engraved on in. He said there was no way something was marking my skin.
“I don’t like when people try to take my attention from you,” Ren says as he stalks up the bed like a lion.
“I know you don’t.” I let my legs part wider for his broad body. “You have all night to give me your attention. How will you start?” I tease. I let my head fall back, the alcohol catching up with me.
“Eyes, babe.”
I lazily open them at his command. He’s on top of me, and I reach up, running my hands through his hair. I feel his cock at my entrance. “First time is going to be fast to take the edge off, but you’re going to cum real good on my cock. You’ll keep those eyes open because I need them on me.” He grunts the last part as he slides into me in one full thrust, and I moan his name.
“Louder!” he barks as he starts to thrust in and out of me. Filling me up. Leaving no part of me untouched. Like he always does.
“Ren!” I say his name louder this time. He leans back, pulling my ass into his lap, still thrusting. I watch where our bodies are joined and the sight gets me even hotter.
“I never know how I get inside of you. You’re so small and tight, but each time it reminds me I was made to fit you perfectly. When I slide right in and you moan my name in pleasure…I fit because I belong there.”
“God, yes,” I say, my orgasm pushing forward. Ren is not a man of many words, but in the bedroom he could talk forever and I freaking love it.
“You going to cum for me, babe? I’ll fill you up so full. Make you smell like me so everyone knows you’re my wife.”
“Please,” I beg. I’m so close.
“One of these times you aren’t going to be protected. I’m going to give you all my cum and there will be nothing stopping me from putting my baby in you. Everyone will know then. There will be no missing who you belong to.”
The thrill of his dirty words send me over, and I cum on him. Waves of pleasure flow through me, and I feel the heat of Ren cumming with me. Our pleasure rolls together like it always does, and I never know where his ends and mine begins.
He leans down and rolls us, not letting his cock slip free. We lie there in silence, enjoying the feel of each other, his arms wrapped around me.
“They trying to get you to go?” I ask, knowing the answer.
“Yeah,” he says simply. I know he’s been getting pushed by agents to go into the draft this year. To not finish his senior year and go into the NFL. I’m not scared. I already knew what was going to happen, but Ren hasn’t said a word about it.
“You wanna move off campus or stay in the marriage dorm? Maybe get a place with a little more room?” he says closing the door on him going to the draft.
I knew this would be his decision without discussing it. Ren isn’t going anywhere I can’t go, and I still have one more year left of school. He would never go into the draft knowing that I have to stay behind. I want to talk him out of it, but in the end it will be the same result—Ren doing what he wants to do. And that includes putting me first.
“No, I like it small,” I say though a yawn. “I like us tripping over each other.”
“None of that.” Ren rolls us over again. “You’re not going to sleep yet.” His cock slips free, and I moan. “I’ll wake you up,” he says in my ear as he starts to trail kisses down my body, making his way between my legs.
He doesn’t let me fall asleep until we see the sun come up. But I never complain when I end up wrapped in his arms.
Epilogue
Ren
Another two years later…
I swing the front door open so hard I’m surprised and relieved it doesn’t shatter. Lily has spent the last few month making our new home perfect and I’d hate to mess it up. It’s absolutely beautiful, and I’m so fucking glad to be here.
I was over the moon when I got picked up by the Minnesota Vikings. I didn’t think it would happen. They had the first round pick, and I knew I wasn’t going that soon. So I just prayed that maybe they’d get me in the second. I wanted to stay on board until then, but to everyone’s surprise they’d grabbed me up right out the gate.
I think everyone watching thought I was excited about being the first draft pick. I was excited that my Lily and I got to keep our roots and we could stay close to home. Lily had become so attached to my mom and dad that I wanted them close. I had plans of our family growing in the very near future, and I knew sometimes I’d be on the road. A few times a year I’d be away and I wanted her to be near them.
The alarm sounds in the house, and I slam the door shut and hit the code, turning it off. Where the hell is my wife? Fuck, I hope she didn't stop to do something before returning home from my parents’. I’d asked her to stay there while I was gone. I knew I’d feel a lot better about being away at training camp if she was with them. But she’d told me last night she was coming home first thing in the morning. I wasn’t set to be home for another few hours, but I got the fuck out as fast I could to get back here. Two weeks away from my Lily was fucking hell. If I wasn’t building a life for us, for the babies I want, I’d probably have said fuck the NFL. But I was pretty sure you couldn’t get paid to follow your wife around all day and fuck her on every available surface.
I pull my phone out and check her location. We both keep ours open to each other and it tells me she’s in the house. I rip through the place in search of her, not caring about anything else. I almost feel like I can’t breathe. Even talking to her on Facetime every night wasn’t enough. I needed to touch her. Hold her silky skin in my arms. Fall asleep with my face buried in her hair while her smell filled my lungs. I think I put up the best practice ever in my life, taking some of my rage out on the field. Being away from Lily put a hurt on the guys that got in my way. There was no question I’d be starting this year.
Once I get upstairs, I go straight for Lily’s drawing room—the main reason I?
?d bought this house. It has a giant sundeck, and when Lily saw it she talked about how beautiful it would be to draw up here. The house is situated up in the mountains, with a spectacular view, and I knew once she said that, we’d have it.
I open the door to the sundeck and find her. Her back is to me, the sun pouring in as she sways her hips. I can see the earbuds in her ears. She’s probably listening to something she picked up in college. She always loves to dance when we go out and I always love to watch her. The shy girl she once was is slipping away, blossoming right in front of me over the years. She’s my precious flower I was put on this earth to protect.
I walk up behind her and stop when I see what she’s drawing. It’s a picture of us standing in front of this house, but that’s not what takes the air out of my lungs. There are little kids everywhere in the drawing. All of them looking like us. As if she feels me behind her, she turns, her face lighting up as she throws herself at me. She drops her pencil, the earbuds falling from her ears, and I catch her easily. I lift her up so we are at eye level, my hands clutching her ass.
“I missed you so much.” She rains kisses all over my face, and I can feel all the tension of being away from her leave me. Then her mouth lands on mine and I break. Pushing her back against the closest wall, I deepen the kiss, letting my hunger pour out.
I’m going to make sure every child she drew in that picture comes true.
Epilogue
Lily
Another year later…