“Cindy Crews, I know it’s fast, but I knew the moment I laid eyes on you, you were the one for me. I know why you’re pulling away from me, but, baby, I promise I’m not like your father. I’ll never, ever leave you. Not even when I’m dead. I’ll be with you forever—no matter what happens. I’ll do whatever it takes to prove it to you—even put my heart on display for the whole world to see. You can crush it right here if you want, baby, but I am so motherfucking in love with you, beautiful. I’ll probably stalk you every day for the rest of your life even if you say no.”
He swallows again and takes my hands in his, reverently kissing the knuckles while never taking his smoldering eyes from mine. “Baby, be mine, please. Forever.”
I stare at him, searching his eyes, but all I see is truth in them. Jesse means every word he says, and a little burst of joy explodes in my chest like fireworks.
I believe him.
I trust him.
I smile at him as tears fill my eyes. “Sounds like I don’t have much of a choice anyway if you’re going to stalk me regardless.”
He cracks a grin up at me, his eyes heating when he senses my acquiescence. “That’s right. I’m not going anywhere, baby, so you might as well marry me.”
He stands and catches me just as the tears start to flow freely down my face and I leap into his arms.
His lips cover mine as he kisses me deeply—so deeply I forget where we are until he releases me and I look up to see our faces on the kiss cam.
“Now, I can play,” he says as his eyes wash over me possessively.
He seats me on the sideline where the families sit before he announces to the crowd, “This game is for my future wife!”
My cheeks flame, but I can’t stop smiling.
The crowd goes wild.
And of course, Jesse plays better than ever.
He wins the game.
And my heart.
EPILOGUE
Jesse
Nine Months Later
The crowd goeswild as I shoot the winning goal, the ball swooshing through the net seamlessly. My teammates are jubilant as well, but all I can do is look to the sidelines where my wife is standing, cheering with a protective hand on her swollen belly.
My cock jerks in my shorts. Fuck, I love nothing more than seeing her pregnant with my unborn child for all the world to see. Yeah, that'smywoman right there. She'smine.I'mthe one who bred her. I'm the one who gets to fuck that pink little pussy every night.
She's still as beautiful as ever, and while she still works at the salon, she's cut her hours back drastically. Not only am I a possessive caveman who doesn't want my wife's fingers in any other man's hair, but I also don't want her around all those fumes that they use for chemical treatments. I might be a bit of a psycho over her when she's pregnant, but so be it. Thankfully, she humors me and spends most of her time at home with me with my dick deep inside her just the way I like it.
She loves her daddy taking care of her.
I've got to hurry and get off this court before my cock makes an obscene tent in my shorts.
I rush to the sidelines and pick her up in my arms, not even giving a fuck when reporters start snapping pics of me carrying my wife off the court like a newlywed. We've been in the papers plenty for the way I pick her up and tote her around like a possessive caveman, and I don't care. I'll never hide the way I feel for Cindy. She is my obsession.
“Do you know how hard I am for you?” I whisper in her ear.
She wraps her arms around me and presses a kiss against my neck that sends my blood coursing through my veins like hot fire. I can't contain the growl that bubbles up out of my chest as I pick up the pace and hurry to a private room so I can sheath myself inside her hot depths.
Cindy has plans of her own, though, because as soon as I put her down on her feet, she places her hand on my chest and looks up at me with those beautiful golden eyes of hers. “You won the championship tonight,” she tells me in that sultry little voice of hers, “so I think you deserve to be treated like a champion.”
She falls to her knees then and slips down my gym shorts.
Oh, fuck yeah.