“Knox is back at the table. Ellie's not feeling well, so I, Ty, am taking her home,” he announces to his parents. “Nice to see you again, Randolph.”
Knox, pretending to be Ty, shakes Randolph’s hand. His agent has no idea that he’s greeting the wrong brother, but Knox’s mom’s eyes drop immediately to his left hand. Knox shoves it into his pants pocket to hide the ring.
His parents watch with suspicious eyes as Knox drags me outside. They might not tell the twins apart all the time, but they know their boys well enough to recognize shenanigans when they see it.
Outside Knox throws money at the valet. “We need a cab, please. My wife—” I jab him in the waist—“My brother’s wife,” he inserts awkwardly, “isn't feeling well.”
“Sure, no problem. Aren’t you Knox Masters?” the attendant asks.
“No. His brother. I play at MU.”
“Tell your brother congrats and that we’re rooting for him to go high.”
“I will.”
A cab pulls to a stop and Knox nearly shoves me inside. He clambers in. “The Warwick. At Fifty Fourth and—” He looks at me.
“Sixth Avenue,” I finish.
He gives me a grateful wink and then reaches for me. I bat his hand away. “No.”
“What?” He reaches for me again.
“You’re Ty,” I hiss in an undertone. I can see the cab driver watching us in the rear view mirror.
Knox rears back. “I’m who?”
“I mean you're pretending to be Ty so you can't touch me. What if someone sees us and they think I'm cheating on you?”
“But you're not,” he argues.
“You told the valet you were Ty. He could tell some gossip rag that he saw you, Ty, get into a cab with Knox’s wife.”
“You want me to die don't you?” He runs a hand down the front of his pants.
I force myself to look out the window.
The cab ride takes forever.
I force him to stand at the other side of the elevator. He sticks his hands in his pockets and stares at the ceiling. I shift uncomfortably from one foot to the other, growing wetter by the second.
We nearly run from the elevator car to our hotel room. Knox must really have been dying because he has me bent over the sofa in the suite before the door behind us fully latches. My panties drop to my ankles before I can take a full breath. Before I can take another, he’s shoving himself inside me. The expensive dress he insisted on buying me gets crumpled between us as he takes me relentlessly, with one merciless thrust after another.
The wool of his pants abrades the backs of my thighs. He tangles a hand in my hair and roughly pulls my head back so he can kiss me.
I love it.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“You feel so fucking good right now.” He bites my ear. “If we’d have stayed in that restaurant, swear to God, I would have bent you over the table and taken you in front of all those people.”
“You have untreated exhibitionist fantasies,” I gasp.
He shifts his hips and effortlessly lifts me higher so he can drive into me even harder. “No, I just want you 24/7.”
His fingers dig into my butt and I know I’ll have bruises there tomorrow. Bruises that he’ll kiss and smile evilly about later when we’re waiting for his name to be called by the commissioner.
And then he shuts up, because neither of us is in any condition to talk. I plead for him to take me harder and he tells me he’s going to fuck me into the next room.
I come so hard I see stars.
“You have to carry me,” I tell him when I come down off my high.
“Yes, ma'am.”
He picks me up as if I weigh nothing and carts me over to the bed. His erection brushes against my butt.
“Already?” I ask.
“I know. Even I’m amazed at my greatness sometimes,” he says smugly. Then he throws me on the bed for round two.
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Acknowledgments
When I was growing up, I watched football every Sunday with my dad and brothers. I was raised on the Green Bay Packers, the wisdom of Vince Lombardi and the hallowedness of “frozen tundra.” (Yes, I know that’s redundant but everyone calls it that!) My paternal grandmother watched the team religiously until her death at the ripe age of 101. Football has been a constant in my family and for all it’s scandals and problems, it’s a game that brings us together every fall. For that reason, I will always love the game and this is my ode to it.
Thank you to my sweet daughter who is growing up too fast and my wonderful husband who is a true life romance hero.