Luke
The locker room was always fucking loud, but after a win like tonight, we might as well have been in the middle of a mosh pit. I couldn’t hear the guy next to me. We had crushed the them. We ran up the score, and I didn’t give a shit.
I had proved a point tonight. The Warriors needed me—no matter what my image was. They could fuck off.
“Canton, going out for drinks with us?”
I eyed the rookie tight end. He had done his job. When it came to clutch time, James had been solid.
The locker room already smelled like a fucking brewery. I thought about grabbing a few beers with the guys, and then I thought about stumbling home alone. I’d walk into the ranch. Dark. Cold. Empty.
I could do what I usually did after a game. Find a piece of ass that wanted to fuck me. A girl who knew I wouldn’t call her tomorrow. A girl who wanted to get her claws in me as long as I put my cock in her.
But I didn’t want that.
“Maybe I’ll see you out there.”
I knew I wasn’t going to a bar. I wasn’t going to hook up. I wasn’t taking a stranger home. There was only one person I wanted to spend tonight with.
“I’ll text you,” James offered.
I nodded. “Yeah.”
I didn’t care that my body was sore and bruised. I didn’t care tomorrow was a rest day. It had been four days since I had seen Alexa and that was four days too long.
I grabbed my bag and walked out of the tunnel. I had press to do, but as soon as I was done I was headed to the airport.
It was dark by the time I pulled into the windy driveway. I looked around expecting to see a guard gate, but I had to remind myself this was Nashville. I was in the country. Not everyone had the kind of access I did to tracking down Alexa’s address.
I hoped she at least had a security sy
stem. She needed to be careful. There were crazy fans out there. People who could show up here. I needed to talk to her about adding some level of security.
I climbed the wide steps, noticing the swing on the wraparound porch. I pushed the button for the doorbell. Small flames flickered in gaslight lamps on the porch. The place had the right amount of charm, but I could definitely tell a woman lived here. I’d never have a swing or copper lamps.
The door cracked slightly and then I heard a squeal before it opened wide.
“What are you doing here?”
I picked her up in my arms. “Surprise visit.”
My mouth covered hers in hungry pursuit of her lips. I growled, sucking them and holding her close to my body. Her lips parted as my tongue twisted along hers with dominate strokes.
Her legs wrapped around my waist and I pressed her into the closest wall, grinding into her.
“Oh God, this is the best surprise,” she whispered between kisses.
“I thought so.” I dipped to the V at the base of her throat.
She was wearing cutoff shorts that rode up the curves of her ass. My fingers dug into her skin.
“I can’t believe you’re here. I just saw you on TV.”
“You watched the game?”
She nodded. “All the way to the end,” she moaned when my teeth took her earlobe with a rough nip. “And that turn over …,” she moaned.
“Keep talking football to me, baby.”