Much like the first game, Killian only played until he made a touchdown early in the first quarter. There was no blown kiss this time, and his intensity for the game only seemed to increase. He stood with the head coach talking for the remainder of the first half.
During halftime, I took a walk with my friends on the lower level where we eventually checked out one of the crowded pro-shops. Amanda and Malory talked me into a team jersey with number “twenty” and “MacGregor” on the back. I don’t know why I worried, but I couldn’t help thinking it might bother Killian.
We made it back to our seats when the third quarter started. When the final whistle blew, I was past ready to see Killian.
He drove the four of us to dinner, and I had no idea where that was going to be until we pulled up at Tillomans.
“You okay with coming here?”
I didn’t have a problem, though as far as my co-workers were concerned, my dating Killian would be out of the bag. I gave him a shy smile.
“Yes, but I hope you made a reservation.”
“It’s taken care of.”
Killian got out of the car and walked around, opening Amanda’s door then mine. I’d stayed put until he took my hand and assisted me out. I looked over my shoulder and saw that Lyle had Amanda’s hand in his grasp. He winked at me and Amanda smiled.
Sabrina, the hostess, knew Killian on sight and immediately showed us to a table. She gave me a sharp “what-the-hell” look, but did her duty with a smile. Our party was slightly underdressed, but Tillomans cared more about their guests having a wonderful dining experience than what you wore. If you could afford the prices, they weren’t turning you away.
Killian looked around the table. “I’m hoping everyone here is over twenty-one because I’d like to order a bottle of wine.”
I gulped slightly because I knew the wine prices began at more than one-hundred dollars a bottle. Of course, that was if you went for a house wine. Killian didn’t. I pulled my big girl panties up and enjoyed dinner and the expensive wine.
“Tell me about your major, Lyle, and what your plans are after graduation.”
Lyle began talking about his desire to move to New York, and the college’s latest up-and-coming production. Killian focused his attention on Lyle, showing keen interest.
“What did you major in, Killian?” Lyle asked after speaking non-stop for ten minutes.
Killian took a drink of wine before answering. “Entrepreneurial management with a minor in accounting.”
I knew about the management, but not accounting. My nemesis is math and I looked at Killian hoping he would tell us more, but our food arrived. Amanda changed the subject and asked Killian questions between bites.
“So what do you think are the chances for the Scorpions heading to the Super Bowl this season?”
Killian gave her an indulgent smile. “They’re damn good, but anything can happen between now and the playoffs. You intend to place any bets?”
Amanda laughed. “No, I just wondered what you thought since you kind of hold the game in your hands.”
I wanted to bury my head. Amanda had decided now was the time to see what Killian was made of. I knew she worked her scheme with my best interest in mind, but doing it here, when he was paying an exorbitant amount for our meals, wasn’t the best time.
Killian didn’t miss a beat. “Hmm, I hadn’t thought of it quite that way. Before dinner tonight, I was more excited than nervous about the season starting. Now that you’ve laid the pressure at my door, I’ll work extra hard.” His face was entirely deadpan for about five seconds.
Amanda’s mouth fell open in shock until Killian’s dimples flashed. His smile grew and I saw Amanda’s eyes go dreamy. I probably had the same look on my face.
A moment later, not having learned from her previous mistake, Amanda made me want to crawl under the table again.
“So exactly what are your intentions for my best friend, besides keeping her hidden away on the weekends?”
I saw Killian’s shoulder stiffen for a fraction of a second, but then he relaxed and took my hand, kissing my fingers. His gaze turned back to Amanda.
“Since your best friend considered this nothing more than a fling, I think I’ll let her decide where it goes from here.”
Amanda didn’t blink. “So you heard that conversation?”
“I heard.”
Amanda gave me a look then turned back to Killian. “She tends to think poorly of herself, but I’ve been trying to break that habit.”
Killian cocked his eyebrows. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
I wanted to run from the restaurant. Killian’s fingers were steel around mine, and I knew I wasn’t going anywhere. I decided to give her a piece of my mind. “You know, Amanda, your best friend is sitting right here and you are embarrassing her horribly.”
“Actually, I find this fascinating.”
All eyes turned to Lyle.
He very carefully lay his napkin on the table and fell into a lofty British accent. “I’ve often wondered how the heterosexual crowd handles jealousy between girlfriends and lovers. The complexities of relationships becomes quite enthralling when the opposite sex is involved.” He looked at each of us and continued while staying in character. “I believe if I was the one who started this conversation, Killian and I would be out in the auto lot discussing the rules of courtship.”
Amanda and I were used to Lyle’s acting flair and immediately gave our own imitation of Downton Abbey.
I raised my chin. “Why does every day involve a fight with an American?”
Amanda gave us all a deadpan look. “He’s a fortune hunter, my dear, and really, I hate drama.”
Killian shook his head. “I think I’ve lost this round, or rather lost my marbles.”
Lyle dropped his jaw in exaggerated wonder. “You haven’t turned him onto Downton Abbey?”
I looked at Killian. “Sorry, dear, I save Downton Abbey for my best girlfriends.”
“I guess I need to go to the parking lot with Lyle and learn the rules. I don’t even know what a downtown abbey is and I have no idea if Rebecca uses it to turn me on or not.”
My cheeks went red, but Lyle had broken the interrogation spell and we all laughed.
Killian drove them back to the stadium and they talked football the entire way. I was wondering if there was a Football for Dummies book. If so, I was buying and reading it at the first opportunity.
“I like your friends,” Killian said into the quiet car after making sure Amanda managed to get out of the stadium parking lot. He squeezed my fingers slightly and then kissed the back of my hand, his lips hot against my skin. “I’m glad, and very sorry Amanda put you on the spot.” His gravelly chuckle made my thighs clench. “Wait until you meet my mother. She’ll know your shoe size within thirty minutes.” “I have big feet, so that’s kind of harsh.” “Your feet are perfect, but I agree with Amanda.” His grin went a little crooked. I rolled my eyes. “This can’t be good.” “No, I don’t think it is. You tend to think poorly of yourself. Mind telling me why?” Here it was…our first in-depth personal conversation. How I wished I’d asked the first question. I took a deep breath before speaking. “I was taller than anyone I knew by sixth grade. I grew so fast that my coordination didn’t catch up fully until around sixteen. I remember falling in the hallway once. My books went everywhere a
I wanted to believe him, to erase each insecurity. I wanted to be beautiful for Killian. His tongue made small circles against my back and then my side as he moved around my body. He was still on his knees and made it look graceful. “Put your hands on my shoulders and watch the mirror. Keep your eyes open; just watch.” His commanding tone held sensual promise. He lifted my left leg and moved it over his shoulder. I gripped his flesh hard then harder still when his tongue licked the flesh between my thighs. “I love the taste of you.” He did it again. “I enjoyed spending time with your friends, but god, I wanted to be here, doing this. It’s becoming impossible to keep my hands off you.” His fingers tightened slightly. “Watch the mirror.” My eyes drifted down so I had to jerk my head back up. One finger slid between the lips of my pussy, but I couldn’t see what he was doing. I felt it. I looked at my flushed face, staring into my own eyes. Killian loved my body. He didn’t see the aw
He dropped me at my apartment Monday morning and another slow week began. It was harder to leave him this time and he didn’t make it easier. We almost had sex in his car, in broad daylight. I went to work Wednesday night receiving sly glances from my co-workers. I actually didn’t think they expected me to come in. It hurt my pride a little that they would think I didn’t need a job just because I was dating Killian. Thursday night, I was back in my favorite hangout spot with Amanda and Lyle. I remained on the inquisition side while they double-teamed me again. “You’re flying to his game?” Lyle asked in a controlled voice. “Is there something wrong with flying to his game?” Amanda took over. “No, nothing wrong, but this is going pretty fast and we’re worried about you.” I wouldn’t tell them that I said those same words to Killian. “I’m a big girl now and I love you both, but my eyes are open.” Liar, liar pants on fire. They knew better, and just looked at me. “I’m changing the
A driver picked me up from my apartment and drove me to the airport late that afternoon. He handed me my plane ticket and waited while I checked in at curbside. I tried to give him a few dollars.“Mr. MacGregor took care of everything, ma’am. Have a safe trip.”Killian’s money bothered me.I needed to let the negative thought go, so I decided to treat this trip like a mini-vacation. My parents gave me an eReader as a Christmas gift two years before, so I downloaded the newest book by my favorite author. One of the only things I didn’t like about college was the guilt I felt if I read for pleasure. Study, study, study was my mantra.Of course, Killian bought me a first-class ticket. I felt truly spoiled, and after a brief argument with my subconscious, I again decided to enjoy myself.The plane arrived in Seattle late that night. Killian had told me another driver would pick me up at the airport; my heart skipped a beat when Killian stood waiting outside the terminal. He looked delicio
“Try on another.”Killian found a boutique on Madison Street that featured clothing for tall women. I knew they existed, but the designer labels were completely out of my price range. I’d tried on six dresses and each one fit better than anything I’d ever worn. I’d never pictured Killian as a shopper, but the man had taste. His whispered words of praise made me blush.“I like this one.” His fingers went to the side slit and grazed my thigh.I slapped his hand away and he laughed. The clerk winked and I walked back into the dressing room to continue my one-person modeling gig.I literally put my foot down when he tried to get me into five-inch heels.“I’ll break my neck. There’s no way I’m walking in those.”“What about these?”They were three-inches. Never with another man would I consider them but with Killian by my side, they had potential.“I’ll hold onto you so you don’t fall.” He added full dimples to the husky words.In the end, Killian picked a dress that I would wear that even
I woke up with a hangover and no Killian. There were two Ibuprofen along with a glass of water and a note beside the bed.Legs,Be back soon. Order yourself breakfast.KI placed my order. Killian didn’t return until an hour after it arrived. He brushed his lips against my cheek, made his way to the shower, and left me without a word. I’d smelled his sweaty, musky post-workout body. With a smile, I thought that I wouldn’t mind if he didn’t shower.When he came out, he turned on the television after sitting on the couch. He didn’t look at me or speak.This was game-day Killian.I took my shower, fixed my hair and makeup then grabbed my book. A large comfortable-looking chair sat close to the couch, but Killian stopped me before I settled in.“No. Here.” He spread his legs and pointed between them.I looked at the area he wanted me to occupy and decided to be comfortable. He didn’t seem to mind when I sat on the floor and rested my head against his inner thigh. He absently rubbed my sho
When the game was over, Malory and I returned to the hotel. I didn’t feel like having a drink in the bar, so I settled for bottled water while sitting with the other wives and girlfriends. They talked about the game and I thought about Killian.“I’m going back to my room,” I whispered to Malory.“Okay. I probably won’t see you until next week at the opening game.”I went to the suite and walked around, unable to sit still. When the door finally opened, I turned and watched Killian walk in.“Everything off below the waist. Now.”I stared for a moment.“Now, Legs. I want you just in my jersey while I fuck you.”“Are you hurt?”He gave me a frustrated sigh and walked until his chest pressed into the front of me and his lips were mere inches away. He found the top of my pants, but his eyes stayed glued to mine.“I want to fuck you, Legs, and you’re not making it easy.”I threw my arms around his shoulders. Killian’s lips slammed into mine, and my jeans and panties were on the floor second
The first regular season game was the following week and it was at home. There was a completely different vibe of excitement in the air and Killian’s intensity doubled. I somehow resisted the urge to throttle him the day of the game. I tried to understand, but couldn’t help feeling I would be better off at my apartment while he did his intense indifference to me being with him thing. The Scorpions won, and Killian’s after-game sex almost made up for my trampled feelings.During the week, I immersed myself in classes, homework, and Wednesday night waitressing. Somehow, the media got wind that I worked at Tillomans and my boring weekday life became social media fodder. My manager didn’t mind, but I found it difficult to field questions from sports reporters and do my job.Campus life wasn’t much better. Students pointed me out and brave ones asked me about my relationship with Killian.“Is it true?”“What’s he like in bed?”“What did you do to rope him in?”Were only a few of the questi
I hid in Italy for three weeks. Greg came with me and kicked my ass on the court. He actually made a great practice partner. I was back to clean eating and drinking only water. It surprised me when Greg brought a bottle of wine to my room one night. “What’s this for?” I asked when he gave me one of his golly-gee smiles. Greg was cute. And, married to a lovely woman who worshipped him. “I’ve been your coach for three months now and I have no idea what makes you tick. It’s time for a come to daddy talk. Or in your case, come to coach. I figured the alcohol might make it easier.” “You’ll need more than one bottle,” I told him. He came back to my room ten minutes later with two more bottles in his hands. “Does your wife know you’re getting drunk with a slutty tennis star tonight?” I smiled to take the sting out of calling myself a slut. “She suggested it. We’ve had many long conversations about you.” “How romantic.” He poured our first glasses and tilted the edge of his glass against
I never returned to the hospital, which was entirely unfair of me. My anger at my father carried over to Brack. I was horrible. The man I loved hadn’t fully recovered and I left him at the hospital alone. Okay, he had his parents and his team. But, bottom line—I was horrible and a coward. I ignored the calls from Brack and my father. Again… coward.I needed complete control of my life. It took me two weeks to come up with a plan. During those two weeks, I hired a new coach and trained until I could barely walk. I trained with a purpose. I’d had my own money. Not just from tennis but from my mother. I’d never used it. That was the way I punished her and myself. Now, for the first time, I paid for my own coach.I liked him. I could actually smile over the fact that my father paid for Jerry all those years while the two of them hated each other. Greg, my new coach, kicked my ass. I had no idea if I had a chance this season. But, winning the Grand Slam was in my peripheral vision and not
Two days later, the doctors discontinued the medication that kept Brack in a coma. My father showed up the morning after surgery and made me go home, shower, and change clothes. Brack’s parents were staying in shifts. His mom promised she wouldn’t leave his side until I returned. I hadn’t really spoken to them. We stayed relatively quiet in Brack’s room. I whispered encouragement and told him I was there. They gave us privacy, too. That’s when I told him I loved him. Again and again, I whispered the words.My father and Senator Jacobs were cordial. Brack’s mother treated my dad like a family friend. Apparently she’d been friends with my mom. I tried not to think about the ramifications of our two families tied together through me and Brack. It was too much to take right now.Brack still had the ventilator. The doctor reviewed best and worst case scenarios with us. I refused to listen to brain damage, paralysis, learning to walk and talk again, and so on. My focus was full recovery. I
Four hours later, I was passed out against Mack’s shoulder when his cell rang. My brain registered the noise and I was pulled quickly from sleep.“Yeah,” he answered quietly. He listened for several minutes before responding. “I have her here with me. We’ll be there in a minute.” He slid his phone back in his pocket and looked at me. “He’s in recovery. It was touch and go, but he pulled through. They have him in a sedated coma. He has a stent in his skull to relieve swelling. The doctor told his parents he came to before surgery and demanded to see you. His mom wants you up there if you think you can handle it.”I was up and walking out of the emergency room before he finished, my heart pounding a hundred miles an hour. “What floor? I’m not waiting for you to waddle behind me.”Snickers came from several of the guys. “I’ve got her,” Molly said.“Second floor.”The elevator took so long I almost turned to the stairs. I’d do anything to get to him. Brack asked for me and I had to see hi
I ran toward Brack, who had fallen to the floor. There was so much blood and I tried wiping it off his face. My hands turned dark red.“You did it, baby,” he whispered before his body went completely limp.Sander and a woman who must be Molly ran into the enclosure with guns drawn. I could barely hear them. Echoed gunshots continued ringing in my ears.“Call an ambulance and please someone check on my father. He’s in the van,” I said as I held Brack’s head in my lap. Blood soaked my panties and covered my legs. Head wounds bleed, I kept saying to myself. Sander practically jumped over us and went straight to Ty’s body. He turned back when he had assured himself Ty was no longer a threat.“Where were you?” I asked softly. I didn’t want Brack to hear me yelling at his team.Sander sat down next to me and took Brack’s arm checking his pulse. “The bastard used some kind of scrambler. It took us a while to figure out the van didn’t leave the premises. We recovered the phones. Brack had a t
Kids laughed. A mother scolded a young child for attempting to go under the bar and get closer to one of the cages. Brack and I stood in the center of the primate exhibit. My phone chirped. It didn’t startle me this time; I was too numb. “Yes.”“Walk over to the primate exhibit sign and you’ll find another cell phone behind it. Exchange it for the one you’re using. Have Mr. Jacobs leave his phone behind, too.”Brack followed me to the sign and I did exactly as told. The phone was there. I picked it up and lay mine down. “He said to leave yours, too.” Brack took his from his jeans pocket and placed it beside mine. Thankfully, no one paid attention to us. I had no idea what we needed to do next. The phone in my hand vibrated. This time I clicked the call button without saying a word.“Go to your left and keep walking on the path. Did you bring my present?” I carried a bag with the dress inside so both of Brack’s arms would be free. He carried a gun in a hidden leg holster.“Yes, it’s in
The inside of my father’s home was a crime scene. We sat on the couch in the front room away from the forensic team that arrived a few minutes before. The media camped at the gates added to the growing chaos.Even knowing Ty would eventually call, I jumped when my cell phone chirped. The display read “Unknown.” My fingers trembled as I picked it up and answered, “Hello, Ty, or should I call you Leo?”His husky laugh sent goose bumps across my arms. “I told you not to call the police. You wouldn’t listen and you’ll pay for disobedience.”My voice remained steady. “It wasn’t me. You killed your mother, so what exactly did you expect? She worked for my dad for over thirty years. One plus one equals two, Leo.” Fuller and Brack told me not to push him too hard. I had to make him believe I hadn’t gone to the police, though.“My mother had cancer and it was eating away at her. I did her a favor. She didn’t walk in God’s light. By making her repent and then killing her God may show mercy.”He
My heart stopped. Dread and terror filled me. Colors danced before my eyes making it hard to see. The whoosh of blood traveling into my head made it hard to hear. I had to get control of myself. I gulped in air. “You goddamn son of a bitch. If you hurt my father I’ll kill you.”“He that blasphemeth the name of the LORD shall be put to death and stoned. Remember that when you feel the pain of my hand, Olivia.”Brack startled me by gathering me close and placing his head against mine so we both listened. “Where’s my father?” I demanded.“That’s better. I have instructions for you, Olivia. You will follow them to the letter. Please bring that man with you. The one you’ve been with lately.” His voice took on an eerie quality. “If a man commits adultery with another man's wife, both the man and the woman must be put to death.” He breathed heavily and then gave a sadistic laugh. “You may choose your father or lover to pay for your sins. One shall die and the other walks away.”“But…”He lau
I don’t know what I expected love to be like. Violins playing, little cupids flying around with bow and arrows, hell maybe just cuddles in bed for hours. That wasn’t what happened the following morning. Brack paced across the carpet of my living room with his cell to his ear listening to one of his men on the other end. He cast a glance or two my way. I could tell before the call ended that he would try his non-communication shit with me again.I was right.“What’s the news?” I asked the second he lowered the phone.He came over and sat beside me. “Nothing to worry about.”I gave him my I’m-about-to-slam-you-with-a-tennis-racquet look. “Bullshit.” I was beginning to notice his tells. The fingers traveling through his hair was a sign that he didn’t want to enlighten me. I waited.He breathed out a slow and steady breath of air. “Mack didn’t see his attacker, but he heard him before he lost consciousness.”My heartbeat accelerated. “Okay. Spill it.”“Mack told Herman that most of it was