“Come here,” Mol said and took me into her mouth, my head snapping back on a hiss.
“Fuck, baby, that feels so good.”
She moaned and the vibrations almost drove me insane. It was too much. I needed to be in her, needed to take the final steps in making her my wife.
Pulling out of her mouth, I shifted between her legs and wrapped her ankles around my back. Molly tested the strength of the garter with a pull on her hands, but it held tight, and an eager flush crept up her tanned skin.
“You ready, baby?”
“God, yes. Make love to me, Rome.” That was all the encouragement I needed, and in one quick thrust, I pushed in to the hilt, both of us groaning out in pleasure.
Reaching up, I ran my fingers through her hair, staring right in her eyes as I pushed in and out of her warmth. “I love you, Mol. I love you so much,” I said, pressing kisses along her cheeks and lips.
“I love you too, babe.”
Her hips rocked against mine, and as I stared into her eyes, I knew I needed to feel her hands on me, her wrapped arms around me as I came.
Reaching up with one hand, I snapped the material loose, and Molly immediately held me close, her nose tucking into the crook of my neck.
Her moans increased, her breath getting faster as my pace increased. “Romeo… I’m going to come,” she whispered, clutching my arms.
I pounded into my girl even faster, the motion making her scream out her release, the feel of her tight core taking me with her too.
“Fuuccckkkkkk…” I groaned as I stilled and came, the muscles in my neck straining with the severity of my orgasm.
Molly relaxed below me, her fingers slowly combing through my hair. As I looked down at her sated, smiling face, she put her hand to my cheek, eyes glistening, and whispered, “My husband.”
In that moment, I was convinced that no two other people had ever shared something so strong, so crushing her mouth with mine, I pulled back, stared at the most beautiful girl on Earth, and whispered, “My wife.”
37
Seattle, Washington
Twenty years later…
“Hello?”
“Rome Prince! Long time no see, son!”
“Coach?”
There was a gruff laugh before he said, “Yeah, it’s your old coach! Still going strong here at the Tide. Twenty-five years this year!”
Smiling at the familiar sound of the man who helped me get through so much in my college years, I said, “I know, Coach. All-time record breaker for winning the BCS Championship. Not too shabby! I’ve watched your games every year. You’ve become a damn legend.”
“And I’ve watched you too, son. You’ll be a hall of famer, no doubt about it. In a few years, you’ll be getting inducted.”
“Thanks, Coach. I certainly hope so.” I poured a coffee from the machine and moved to the kitchen table, sitting down. “So to what do I owe this pleasure?”
“I’m in Seattle and wanted to invite you and your wife out to dinner tonight if you’re free.”
“Of course! Tell me where and when and we’ll be there. It’ll be good to see you again.”
“You too, son. I have a meeting in five minutes, but give me a couple of hours and I’ll text you the details.”
“No problem. See you tonight.”
“See you, son.”
Ending the call, I sat back in my chair, taking a deep breath. Damn, hearing his voice brought back so many memories. Was it really twenty years since I’d played for the Tide?
Shit! I was getting old.
The front door slammed shut and I looked to the hallway. It was only one in the afternoon and Molly shouldn’t be back yet.
“Rome? You here?” she shouted, and a smile pulled on my lips.
“Yeah, baby, I’m in the kitchen.”
A few seconds later, she walked in, dressed in a tight black knee-length dress, her hair pulled back in a loose bun, and the most sexy-as-fuck glasses perched on her nose.
Standing, I took the heavy briefcase from her hands and pressed a kiss on her lips. “You’re back early.”
“Yeah, my meeting was canceled so I thought, bugger it, I’m going home.” Molly leaned in and wrapped her arms around my waist, pressing her cheek against my chest. “Mmm, I missed you.”
“Missed you too, gorgeous.” Her arms squeezed my waist in response, and I said, “I’ve just had an interesting call.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. It was Coach. I haven’t heard from him for years, but he’s in town and wants to grab dinner with us tonight.”
“The Alabama coach?” she asked, her surprised eyes fixing on mine.
“Yeah.” I laughed. “The Alabama coach.”
Her eyebrows pulled together in thought. “I wonder what he wants.”
“To have dinner,” I replied, slightly confused at why she thought it was anything more.
Stepping back to the opposite marble counter, she tilted her head as she stared at me. “Rome, you’re retiring this season, and suddenly the coach of the Tide just so happens to be in Seattle?”
Hmm… Maybe she was right. Her smug smile told me she knew it too. “Okay, Shakespeare, I’m listening. What do you think he wants?”
Moving before me, her fingers crept up my torso, and she gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “You.”
A strange excitement set in my bones. I’d never really thought about going back to Tuscaloosa. I love it, it’s my home, but we left a lot of shit behind all those years ago, and we had made a good life for ourselves in Seattle.
I glanced down to Molly again and asked, “You really think that’s what it could be?”
“I’d bet my life on it. He’ll want you to coach. Bloody hell, Rome, you’re one of the most successful quarterbacks in NFL history. If you joined the Tide, can you imagine how much better they could be? The recruits they could acquire?”
“And how would you feel about going back?”
Her eyes dropped to the floor. “I—I don’t know. I love it here. Our lives are here and Tuscaloosa… I don’t know, holds a lot of conflicting memories for me… for us.”
I stroked a finger down her cheek. “Then we won’t go, if he offers me anything at all.”
“Is coaching something you would want, though? Is it something you could see yourself doing with the rest of your life?”