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Until I’m on the plane ride home and I get an email from Jack Dalton.
Just wanted this on your radar. Let’s talk about how to fix it.
I read through the article attached, and it looks like Rivera is back at work even though he was fired from the station.
The article details the personal life of Brandon Fletcher and how the fact that he’s been spotted with different women all over town since he was named QB1 might be the reason he hasn’t been playing well.
We won today, so there’s no merit to the article.
Still, it’s a bad look for both our quarterback and our team, in particular for our young fans who are looking up to him. We just put a personal life scandal involving yours truly behind us, and the team really doesn’t need any more right now.
But he just said he wanted it on my radar, so maybe there’s nothing to worry about.
For now, anyway.
I hope.
CHAPTER 21: JOLENE
Moving into a coach’s house in the middle of the season is not exactly the most convenient thing ever, but thankfully the team won over the weekend so he’ll be able to spend a bit of time at home on move-in day.
The truck pulls away at the same time I do, and I beat them there. Lincoln answers the door in athletic shorts and an Aces t-shirt, clearly ready to help, and I’m carrying a box that he pulls out of my arms.
“You’re not supposed to be lifting heavy things, Jolene,” he scolds as he sets the box by the stairs.
“It’s mostly Jonah’s stuffed animals,” I protest. “He was very specific about what could and could not go on the truck.”
He laughs, and he lowers his lips to mine for a quick kiss hello. “So the truck is on its way here?”
I nod.
“How much time do we have?” There’s a gleam in his eye that tells me exactly why he’s asking.
I lift a shoulder. “Probably enough for a super quick quickie.”
I barely have the last word out of my mouth before he’s spinning me around and bending me down so my palms are braced on the stair in front of me. He pulls my leggings down along with my panties, and he smooths a hand over my ass. He dips his fingers down and feels how ready I am for him, and then he yanks his cock out of his shorts and shoves it right into me.
“Oh God!” I yell from beneath him, and he leans around me and cups one of my breasts through my t-shirt as he drives into me.
His thrusts are relentless, as if he took that whole super quick quickie thing to heart, and he lets go of my breast to reach down and rub my clit in time with his deep strokes.
I’m yelling out some noises incoherently as he gives me the sort of pleasure I’ve been craving for days, and he keeps rocking into me like he’s desperate to get to the finish line. He leans down over me and murmurs in my ear.
“I’m going to come so hard into this sweet cunt over and over again all over this house.”
His words have their intended effect. My body starts to clench over his as I think about all the super quick quickies our future might hold. Here on the stairs. In the kitchen. On the couch. In the closet. In the shower. In the laundry room.
We’ll cover all the surfaces, and other times we won’t rush it at all, instead taking all the time we have to explore each other in all the ways we’ve missed out on for far too long.
“I’m coming!” I scream as the orgasm plows into me, and I reach down to rub my clit right along with him, our fingers moving together over me as I ride out the wave.
“Fuck, me too,” he grunts halfway through my bliss, and the circles he was rubbing turn erratic as he loses all control, too. He slams into me as he finishes, and we’re both panting as he pulls out. He presses a soft kiss to the back of my neck before he pulls my leggings back up into place, and then he helps me to a stand. My legs feel a little shaky, so I sit for a beat, and he sits beside me. I rest my head on his shoulder.
“I really think I’m going to love living here with you,” I say, and he chuckles softly.
“Me too.”
I head to the bathroom to clean myself up, and I hear the doorbell as I finish. The movers are here, and that means the hard work starts now.
