Quarterback's Unknown Baby Daughter: A Secret Baby Sports Romance Page 11

  “If you can wait until next summer, for me to find a nice property here in Texas, where you and I and Grace can all live and be together... for us to get married and live happily ever after... I’d be much obliged.”

  “What?” She grabs the frame of the ladder as she pitches forward. With one giant step, I’m at her side, scooping her into my arms before she falls.

  “I said, will you marry me, among other things.” As I hold her close, dizzy from the scent of her flowers and the beauty of her face, I look into her eyes and see all the fear, shock, sadness and doubt dissolve into tears of joy. This time I know I’ve made the right play. For all of us.

  “Well... I suppose I could do you that small favor,” she says with a teasing smile. “Because, I never fell out of love with you, either, Wyatt. And since I’ve waited thirteen years, what’s one more? The answer’s yes. To all of the above.”

  I’m smiling like a lunatic as I pull her in for a kiss... one that seals the best contract I’ll ever be offered. Our lips are hungry for each other and connect in a blaze of heat, desire, and passion that we’ve denied for far too long. Our tongues entwine and dance in our own intimate end-zone celebration. No touchdown pass or overtime win will ever feel as satisfying as the one Deanna and I have chalked up today... in the only game that matters.

  Epilogue

  Deanna

  GOOD THINGS COME TO THOSE WHO WAIT

  Outside of Midland, TX; Seven months later

  “A little higher... Up on the left... There. That’s perfect.”

  “You’re sure? I can hold this thing up all day you know; take your time.”

  Wyatt always knows how to make me laugh. And cry. And bring me to ecstasy in the bedroom. But we just moved onto this forty-acre property a few days ago and haven’t had the opportunity to do much in the bedroom just yet.

  “Ah, what do you think you built up all those arm muscles for, He-Man? Go ahead, nail it.”

  He pounds the nail in place, fixing Grace’s hand-painted sign above the door to the cozy cottage with white wood siding and red trim. Grandma’s House.

  “There. All ready for move-in.”

  “It looks great,” I say with an approving nod. “Mama and Grace will love decorating the inside when they get back from town. It looks straight out of a fairy tale.”

  “Well, they left with a big enough budget to outfit the ‘Magic Kingdom’,” Wyatt says, stowing the hammer in a toolbox.

  I never pictured him as a DIY kinda guy, but if there’s one credo Texans live by its ‘git ‘er done’. He says his thumbs may be too swollen from swinging a hammer to ever throw a football straight again, but he doesn’t seem to mind. The fresh air and wide open spaces of our new home suit us both, and we couldn’t be happier.

  Wyatt throws his arm around my shoulders as we walk back toward the main house. We’re thrilled to have found a property that’s perfect for all of us, complete with a separate cottage for my mama so she can be close to Grace but where we can keep an eye on things when she’s away traveling. Best of all, no more condo fees.

  The magnificent two-story plantation-style heritage home looms before us as we approach, every structural and architectural detail meticulously restored and maintained. I love the grand pillars on either side of the entrance, the wrap-around verandah, and upper floor balconies. It has that old Southern charm and grandeur that just can’t be duplicated in a modern house.

  While we don’t have a lot of work to do on the exterior, the interior is still a maze of boxes and furniture yet to be unpacked and placed. As we reach the foot of the stairs leading to the front door, Wyatt stoops and picks me up in his arms. That’s another reason I’m grateful for those big biceps. But there’s one other of his muscles that interests me even more.

  “I’ve always wanted to do this,” he says, carrying me up the steps of our Midland mansion.

  With my arms wrapped around his neck, a ray of sunlight catches the giant diamond on my finger, and it sparkles like fireworks on the Fourth of July. It may be Texas-sized, but in tribute to the city that made him famous, we bought it at Tiffany’s.

  “Well, don’t tire yourself out,” I say. “We should take advantage of this time – that Grace and Mama are out from underfoot to finalize the wedding plans.”

  Wyatt kicks open the door and sweeps me across the threshold. “Are you kidding? I’m not wasting quality time on fabric swatches and guest lists. We’ve got much more important things to do.”

  “Mmm, can’t imagine.” I giggle as he makes his way across the vintage oak floor and up the curving stairs to the second floor.

  Our bedroom is a dream, taking up the whole front half of the upper floor plan, with beautiful tall windows that afford a breathtaking view of the entire property and the vast Texas landscape beyond.

  The bedframe is still sealed in boxes, and the king-size mattress lies in the middle of the floor looking very lonely.

  “It needs a little work,” I say, glancing around.

  “I agree. So let’s get to it and christen this sucker.” Wyatt dumps me playfully onto the untried, virgin mattress. He smiles wickedly down at me as he peels off his oh-so-Texan checkered shirt to reveal the sculpted form beneath that makes me drool like a starving puppy. I’m unable to take my eyes off him as he proceeds to drop his Levis and strip away the Under Armour boxers that do nothing to hide his growing erection. I swear I will never get tired of admiring this man’s... ahem... assets.

  I only manage to unbutton my blouse before he flops down on top of me, caging me with his stellar body and magic hands that are already popping the clasp of my bra and releasing my tingling breasts to the air.

  “You ready for the maiden voyage of this boat? ‘Cause it’s about to launch,” he murmurs, landing little kisses on my neck and chest until his lips find my throbbing nipple and begin to suck.

  My private muscles convulse with each gentle pull of his mouth, my anxious pussy buzzing in anticipation as he opens the zipper on my jeans. I raise my hips and quickly shed both pants and panties and kick them aside.

  He releases my breast, and I shiver in arousal as the cool air wafts over my wet skin. Then he kisses me, gently sucking each lobe of my lips into his mouth before delving deep with his eager tongue. I respond with equal fervor, relishing the taste and texture of his rough mouth, the brush of scruffy beard against my cheeks as we explore each other’s depths.

  His palm glides across my belly and down between my thighs, parting my legs wide. He shifts his body lower, his chest hairs rubbing against my torso as he works his way down. Raising both my knees and placing my feet on his shoulders, he nestles his face in the warm V of my pussy, and my whole body is aflame with desire.

  “God, you taste so fucking sweet,” he whispers, nudging open my folds with his nose, freeing my quivering, swollen clit.

  His tongue swaths through my heated wet channel, circling my aching bud and dipping lightly into my vagina with each pass. I squirm with pleasure, fighting to keep my orgasm at bay so I can enjoy his sweet torture for as long as possible.

  I’m nearly at the edge of my control when he lifts his face, wet with my juices, and kisses the skin of my inner thighs.

  “I wanna make you come with me inside you, baby,” he says, his hot breath caressing my soaking wet pussy.

  He shifts his weight and moves upward again until his hips rest in the soft cradle between my legs, his straining cock pressing at my slick entrance. I nearly lose my mind as he kisses me, my flavor fresh on his lips. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced, and I desperately want him inside me. My throat is choked with emotion, but somehow, I find my voice.

  “Wyatt,” I say between gasping, desperate breaths. “Now that we’re going to do this on a regular basis, don’t you think it’s about time we became responsible adults and used some protection?”

  Wyatt exhales in a soft laugh, his own breathing as labored as mine. “Hell of a time to want to play scavenger hunt, darlin’. The con
doms could be in any one of a hundred boxes downstairs.” He rubs his palm in a slow circle over my belly. “What do you say to a real game-changer, and we try for another baby instead?”

  Of all the answers he could give me, this is one I didn’t expect. The desire in his eyes and the smile on his face tell me he’s dead serious, and my heart feels about to burst with happiness.

  “Sounds like a game plan to me,” I say, holding back tears of pure joy.

  My arms circle his neck as he pushes deep, each stroke testing the limits of my inner walls, priming for his release that we both hope will bring us the blessing of another child conceived in love. He pounds against me, spanking my happy clit closer to orgasm with each stroke.

  “I love you, Deanna,” he says, his voice a hoarse whisper as he works toward his own climax.

  “I love you, Wyatt. Always.”

  With a final massive thrust, I succumb to the delicious wave of ecstasy, while his marvelous, athlete’s body tenses and stills, filling me with the warmth of his precious seed.

  We float away, naked and sweaty, on the pleasant aftershocks of our lovemaking. Sunlight streams through the tall windows and the room brightens as though illuminated by the heavens themselves. We are blessed to have met, to bring life into the world, to have lost and then found each other again. It took thirteen years, but I’m looking forward to making up for lost time.

  I’d said to Wyatt that where you end up in life is only where your choices have brought you. I suppose it’s the same in a football game. He once told me that when you’re handed the ball, you have a choice to make a running play, a lateral move or a forward pass. But sometimes, under pressure, you don’t always make the right one. Occasionally you get time put back on the clock, and when that happens, you better make your best play. You could score a touchdown.

  As we lay quietly and blissfully in each other’s arms, I know he’s right. Wyatt and I have scored the biggest goal there is: the complete package – love, home, and family. We’ve truly won the game.

  THE END

  CLICK HERE

  to subscribe to my newsletter & get EXCLUSIVE updates on all offers, secret previews, and new releases!