The table is shaking; she's going that hard. She can feel that he's about to explode, and she vice-grips his sword with a few more hard thrusts; they both will get ecstasy. Right before she's finished, Alexandra wakes up throwing herself up, sweating, breathing hard, and extremely wet. " I can't believe this; I had a wet dream about Jeremy, and I'm still horny. " she thinks.Alexandra huffs and puffs as she needs to take care of herself, but she has to prepare for the tryouts. She grabs her bullet and heads for the shower to accomplish both. " Jeremy will be at the tryouts; what will I do? I don't want to see him immediately, not after my dream. You know what? I'm going to concentrate on the tryouts and ignore him. " thinking to herself.She gets ready for the day and heads out to the tryouts. Once she gets to the field, she heads to the coaches to check in for the tryouts.Coach Kuttin sees her and says, " Alex, you don't need to be here. You have earned a spot on the team, or are yo
"Ditto..." Heather chirped, her jaw nearly dropping. "Well, is it... Ok?" Alexandra asked, noticing the blank look on the girl's face. The pair exchanged a look before Heather said. "If the sex came in fabric form... You found it. We love it." Alexandra rolled her eyes. "I still want to look classy, ya know." "You look amazing. Trust us; I wish like hell I could look that fabulous." Just then, a sales girl peeked in the private dressing area. "Parden me ladies, I couldn't help but overhear. I should let you know that Mr. Davis is extending his tab to cover your friends if they want to peruse our selection. We do have nonformal accessories, as well as shoes." Heather slapped the arm of the chair and pointed at Alexandra. "Girl, if you don't marry him, I will." Soon after, they check out, each getting a dress, accessories, and a pair of heels as they didn't want to take advantage of Jeremy's generosity. Alexandra heads to get ready for the special event that Jeremy is taking her
Then Jeremy pops the big question: " How would you like to be kissed? "Alexandra finishing her bite of cheesecake, looks at him a little shocked, then says with a sassy smirk, " You know, I always thought that everyone should strive to have chivalry. It used to be so noble to have chivalry that great knights would have the combined qualities that made up chivalry. When women are chivalrous, they should be honored for doing so, while men should have it in their mind that it should be a standard to be chivalrous and strive to be noble like a knight. When men are chivalrous, they show their feminine side, showing that they are thinking about others above themselves and also caring for others. You're the prime example of the modern-day chivalrous knight. You're always putting others first and taking care of them. You make sure that everyone is treated fairly and equally. Even now, instead of taking a chance with a 50/50 chance of succeeding or ruining a perfectly good relationship, You a
Her hand touched and caressed the rugged flesh bringing it to life. Jeremy reaches down, pushing his trousers the rest of the way off, leaving them in a messy crumple on the bedroom floor, his belt clanging against the hardwood, the only sound in the room they're panting breaths as they grasped for each other in the dark clinging and wanting. He sets up fingers, nimbly dancing along the back seam of her dress to unzip it, feeling the soft silk fabrics pool in his hands as he lifts it over her head and tosses it to parts unknown in the bedroom. She threw her head back in a long and husky moan; his lips and tongue tantalized her throat and collarbone. Positioning herself as she straddled him, sliding her most intimate places with his own feeling hot partying of flesh as she settled onto his lap. Alexandra cooed with appreciation. Their body's moving in unison, a sensual dance of passion and fire. Lips crashing in moments of lustful ecstasy. Each gasped, and another kiss captured brea
Jeremy smiles, then says, " A movie buff, huh? I'll have to remember that. I'm also a movie buff, so we'll definitely have some fun times. You're right, let's go to bed, and I can finish my workout when we get up in a few hours, then I'll make breakfast. "They head back to Jeremy's bedroom and end up snuggling to sleep on his California King bed for the next five hours till Jeremy's alarm goes off.Alexandra groans, huffing and puffing, letting out, " Come on, you've got to be kidding. Who gets up this early on a Sunday also!!! Who are you for not switching that off after blowing my back out. That shit is rude I need my damn beauty sleep." she growls slapping him on the back repeatedly.Jeremy smiles and chuckles, then says, " I get up this early every morning to work out. I'm going to finish up my workout, and you can come join me if you want, or you can go back to sleep, and I'll still make breakfast after I'm done. "She sighs and thinks for a second, then responds, "Yeah, well, n
Once they got back to the house, he started setting up the ice bath for Alexandra and told her that he’d be right back. He comes back with a shirt and shorts for the ice bath. “ I’m going to start on breakfast, and it’ll be ready once you’re done with the ice bath. Enjoy! “As Jeremy leaves the room, she starts to unwind and takes a deep breath while changing. Alexandra gradually sits in the ice bath, and she takes some pleasure as her aching legs begin to get some relief as she sinks into the tub. She lets her mind drift off as she closes her eyes, wondering how it would be to have all of this equipment around on a daily basis and how her career would be. All of a sudden, the timer goes off. “ fifteen minutes goes by so fast. “ she thinks to herself as her eyes open and while she gets out of the tub to dry off. Alexandra changes her clothes to her workout clothes from earlier. She brings out the damp shirt and shorts out with her as she finds Jeremy in the kitchen finishing up break
As Jeremy gets home, he turns on the heater to the pool. He got the patio set up and food prepped. A text comes saying that they just left the locker room and going to get ready and would be over there in about an hour, as Alicia took an eternity to get cleaned up from practice. Speaking of taking an eternity, back at the Outlaws’ locker room, the girls were more than ready for a night out. Well, most of them, anyway.“Holy tap dancing, Christ Alicia, can you be any slower!” Heather moaned, slinging her bag over one shoulder. Alexandra wasn’t fairing much better for the wait. The redhead, having already given up on standing altogether, was lying on a bench using her bag as a pillow and playing some puzzle game on her phone.“Good luck with that, “ Alexandra said, yawning, “She’s like watching grass grow.”“I heard that!” Alicia shouted from the showers. Heather shook her head, “Well, hear this! If you don’t move it, we will leave you! Step it up, princess! Knees to chest!”Suddenly
“ Glad you could make it, Lloyd. Some introductions are in order, I think. “ Jeremy said, waving his hand to the group of girls. Alexandra waved a hand in acknowledgment, “ Alexandra, nice to meet ya. “ Next to her, Heather stepped up, offering a handshake. “ Heather, it’s nice to meet you. “ Alicia had been quiet up till now, smirking over her wine glass. “ I’m Alicia; Gotta say I don’t see many cowboys this far from Greeley. “ “ Ladies, this is Lloyd Wright, my business partner, friend, and the owner of the Billings Wolves, who are playing the Cannibals tomorrow night. “ Jeremy says as the ladies have questioning looks on their faces. Alicia steps up and asks, “ Business partner? We thought you owned the Cannibals outright. “Lloyd chuckles as he replies, “ He owns the Cannibals outright, and I own the Wolves outright, with the exception of a tiny percentage that I’ve given away to retired NAFL players that live in the area. We’re business partners, as in we are both league Co-
The morning air around the Denver Coliseum was crisp, tinged with the electric anticipation that only the first day of training camp could bring. The sun had barely crested the horizon, but already the stadium was alive: the thud of cleats on concrete, the buzz of trainers and coaches, the scent of fresh-cut grass and chalk dust.On the field, Trisha Steinmetz was already in full gear, her number 10 jersey bright against the green turf. She moved through her warm-up routine with laser focus-high knees, quick feet, crisp throws to an assistant coach. She looked every bit the leader that Jeremy and Jenifer had hoped for, her presence setting the tone for everyone who followed.Inside the newly converted women’s locker room-a former VIP suite now decked out with fresh paint, sturdy benches, and rows of lockers-Alexandra Jordan and Heather Wammack were just starting to get ready. The room hummed with the low thrum of nerves and excitement. Alexandra pulled her jersey over her head, glanci
The late October air in Denver was crisp, the city shimmering under a cloudless sky as reporters, photographers, and Cannibals fans poured into the Denver Coliseum. The press conference room buzzed with anticipation, today was not just another signing day. Today, the Colorado Cannibals would introduce two of the most talked-about women in football: Alexandra Jordan and Heather Wammack. The stakes were high, the scrutiny intense, and the future uncertain.Jeremy Davis stood at the podium, his suit sharp, his posture radiating both pride and nerves. Behind him, a long table was set for the day’s stars: Head Coach Jenifer Walter, Alexandra, Heather, and the team’s new media director, who was already juggling calls and camera crews. The Cannibals’ black, purple and crimson banners framed the stage, bold and defiant— a fitting backdrop for a team daring to rewrite the rules.Jeremy tapped the microphone, the room quieting instantly. “Thank you all for coming. Today is a special day for the
The Denver skyline shimmered in the crisp October sunlight, the city’s pulse quickening with the promise of a new football era. Alexandra Jordan sat cross-legged on her apartment couch, a mug of coffee cooling between her hands, when her phone buzzed with an incoming call. The name on the screen—Jenifer Walter—sent a flutter through her chest. She took a steadying breath and answered.“Hey, Coach.”“Alexandra, good morning!” Jenifer’s voice was bright but businesslike. “I wanted to catch you before the press conference this afternoon. We’ve got some news.”Alexandra straightened, curiosity piqued. “What’s up?”“We’ve agreed to terms and signed Trisha Steinmetz as our quarterback, along with a couple of other pieces. We’ll be announcing the signings later today. I wanted you to hear it from me first, not the media.”Alexandra’s eyebrows rose. “Trisha, huh? I’m not surprised. She’s a baller, and Jeremy was her QB coach last year. Her game really jumped a level under him.”Jenifer chuckl
The conference room inside the Denver Coliseum was a world apart from the roaring crowds and the echoing footsteps of hopeful athletes. Here, the air hummed with anticipation and the scent of strong coffee. Sunlight spilled through tall windows, illuminating stacks of scouting reports, video tablets, and two thick binders—one marked “JENIFER” in bold, the other “JEREMY.”At the head of the table, Jeremy Davis leaned forward, elbows braced, a familiar spark in his eyes. Across from him, Jenifer Walter sat with her own notepad, her posture relaxed but her gaze razor-sharp. This was the heart of the Colorado Cannibals’ future: two football minds, one vision, and the daunting task of sculpting a 25-player roster that would not just compete, but define a new era.The silence between them was comfortable, broken only by the occasional shuffle of paper or the tap of a stylus. They’d already spent hours debating schemes, culture, and the kind of team they wanted to build. Now, it was time for
Alexandra Jordan’s downtown apartment, perched high above a city lit in electric gold, was a familiar after-practice haven for her best friends—and fellow Denver Outlaws teammates—Heather and Alicia. The coffee table was cluttered with takeout boxes, cans of sparkling water, and the scarred deck of cards they used when deep talks called for a distraction. The TV muttered game highlights into the background, unheeded.Tonight, the air was different. After nearly an hour of mindless TV and the usual banter, Alexandra finally spilled what had been on her mind since her dinner with Jenifer Walter at The Gold Cleat.“So that’s what happened,” she finished, tracing the rim of her glass as she watched Heather and Alicia’s reactions. “Jenifer was…straight with me. And for the first time, it felt like someone really saw what was going on inside my head, not just what everyone expects from me on the field.”Heather, lounged out on the couch in sweats, flashed her a reassuring smile. “It sounds
Downtown Denver pulsed with twilight energy as neon signs flickered alive and laughter spilled out of bustling bistros. Inside The Gold Cleat—part high-end steakhouse, part sports shrine—Jenifer Walter and Alexandra Jordan sat tucked in a corner booth. Polished cutlery and stemless glasses sparkled under golden light. Football memorabilia—framed jerseys, signed balls, old newspaper clippings—climbed the walls. But tonight, the famous faces and heroic headlines faded into the background, leaving just two women, a table of food, and the unfinished business of dreams and wounds.For a while, they just enjoyed the simple pleasure of a hot meal and the company of someone who understood the grind. Jenifer was in her signature sharp black blazer and jeans; Alexandra wore her hair in a simple ponytail, crisp white shirt rolled at the sleeves. They swapped stories—two warriors swapping battle tales.“So there was this one game back in the WFL,” Jenifer grinned, forking into her steak, “third-a
The whir of the electric razor buzzed lightly as Jeremy Davis finished trimming his beard in the mirror, his thoughts swirling with anticipation and anxiety. The Denver morning was brisk, sunlight spilling over the snow-capped Rockies and into the window of his high-rise apartment. He straightened his navy tie, tugged the knot just right, and pulled on a tailored charcoal suit—sharp, modern, understated but strong. Today was the day ESPN came to town. Today was another day to set the record straight.His phone chimed—a message from Melissa, reassuring and efficient as always.“Camera crew’s setting up. You’re on at 10. They brought extra lights. Usual interview room.”Jeremy smiled. He could count on Melissa. He could count on Jenifer Walter, too—his new head coach had already spent the morning in the film room breaking down last year’s tape with the Cannibals’ scouting staff. For the first time in a long while, Jeremy felt like the organization was exactly where it should be: at the
Morning sunlight slanted through the office window, splashing across the polished wood of Jeremy Davis’s desk. The Denver Coliseum was waking up, full of purposeful footsteps and distant shouts, but Jeremy still felt like he was living in a half-dream. The last week had been a whirlwind: press conferences, Jennifer Walter’s hiring, and an endless stream of speculation from every corner of the sports world.He sat back in his chair, still savoring the small, quiet moments before his schedule took over. His phone buzzed, vibrating insistently across the desk. Without looking at the caller ID, he picked up—old habits from his coaching days when any call could be a crisis.“Jeremy Davis,” he answered.A familiar, grating laugh oozed through the receiver. “Well, well, Jeremy! Didn’t know you were taking tips from the Pelaratti playbook these days.”Jeremy’s free hand curled into a fist. “Tommy Pelaratti,” he said, his voice flat.“The one and only!” Tommy’s voice dripped with sleazy confid
Jeremy’s office was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the distant echo of footsteps in the Denver Coliseum’s hallways. He sat at his desk, phone pressed to his ear, heart pounding as he waited for Jenifer Walter’s answer. The world outside might have been spinning with rumors and speculation, but in this moment, everything hinged on a single word.There was a pause—a breath, a heartbeat, a lifetime—then Jenifer’s voice came through, clear and steady. “Jeremy, I’ll take the job. I want to be the Head Coach of the Colorado Cannibals.”Jeremy exhaled, a grin spreading across his face. He kept his composure, but his voice was electric with excitement. “Jenifer, we’re going to do great things together. In addition to being Head Coach, you’ll be Assistant General Manager and have a real say over personnel decisions. I want to say this before anyone in the media or anywhere else gets the wrong idea: I’m hiring you because I believe you’ll lead the Cannibals to great