Epilogue

Bella

Two Months Later

Christmas

Slamming me against the walk-in closet, Drew takes hold of my hands, pushing them above my head before nipping at my shoulder. “Drew,” I drawl out, moving my head to the side to give him better access. His lips move across my skin until they get to the nape of my neck and then up to my jaw line.

The hand not holding my wrists moves to my chest, pinching my nipple through my jersey and after kissing me on the lips, he pulls away with a smile on his face. “No bra? How come this is the first time tonight I’m realizing this?”

He nips at my bottom lip as I squirm under his hold, trying to get any ounce of pleasure he’s willing to give. “Didn’t want to disturb your game.” It’s a taunt, but he’s used to my attitude at this point.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“I didn’t to be the reason you lost.”

“Well, you weren’t. I played like ass today, and maybe knowing I had easy access to my girlfriend’s boobs would have made that fact a little better.”

I roll my eyes before he sinks to his knees. “Drew? There’s Christmas dinner waiting for you downstairs.”

“And it’s one am. The only thing I want to eat is you.”

Without another word, he pulls my jeans off my body and flicks my thong to the side. I have no time to prepare for his lips wrapping around my clit and droving me to close my eyes.

His tongue is relentless, a fact I learned back in college, and Drew never lets me forget.

“So. Fucking. Good.” Drew speaks between licks. His tongue rolling my clit in just the right way. “Your pussy is a fucking delicacy.”

I gasp when he pushes two fingers inside me, filling me up and making me so dizzy that I have to thread my hands through his hair to stay up.

“Drew,” I try to say his name, but it comes out breathless and wanton. When I look down, I realize he hasn’t heard me because he’s completely concentrated on my pussy.

Tingles of pleasure spike through my core, and as I try to regain my balance, I look up only to see myself reflected in the mirror in front of me.

All I see is Drew’s muscular back, hidden by his white T-shirt as he fervently eats me out. It’s hot and I feel so powerful in the moment. To have someone like him on his knees for me, focused solely on giving me pleasure drives the impending orgasm to peak.

Even though there are waves of pleasure crashing through me, Drew doesn’t let up. His mouth stays clamped around my center, his tongue flat across my clit as he lets me ride out the pleasure across his face.

By the time the orgasm has passed, my eyes are closed, and I feel limp against the closet door. He kisses up my body, across the fabric of the jersey I still have on, until he gets to my lips. Then he leaves a lingering kiss between us.

I say his name quietly, barely able to function because I’m exhausted. Game day has always been more tiring than the rest, but Drew is adamant we finish the day with something good, whether he win or lose.

Today was a tough loss, which he clearly wants to make up for.

“Don’t talk,” he grits, digging his fingers into my wrists, and firmly holding me in place as I assume he realizes I can’t. “Just let me feel you.” He hikes my legs up higher and pushes his gray sweats down, just enough to free his hard length.

Without another word, he slams into me so hard that there’s a jolt of pain before the pleasure takes over. I cry out, my body clamping around him as I go along for the ride. I get it. Losing sucks. Especially when you have to play on Christmas day, but I have no idea how he still has the energy to do this.

His hand finds my clit again and circles it with his fingers as he thrusts into me a little faster. I didn’t think it was possible to come again, but the prickles of pressure building in my center tells me otherwise.

“Keep going,” I cry, pressing my nails into his back and throwing my head back.

“Watch us, Bella,” he commands, and I immediately open my eyes and focus on the mirror in front. My legs are wrapped around Drew as his wide thighs thrust into mine, his firm ass on display. I reach down and dig my nails into each of his ass cheeks, knowing I’ll leave a mark. Good. He’s mine now and forever, even if he’s not aware of it yet.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last long,” he says through ragged breaths, his fingers working my clit harder. I know what he wants, I’m just not sure I can get there again so fast.

His lips clamp against my neck as his body moves faster. I’m mesmerized by the sight in front of me.

“Do you like that, B? Watching me fuck you like this?” His breath is hot against my skin, only adding to the pleasure. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, baby. I love feeling it squeeze my cock.”

His fingers roll my clit, causing my hips to jut forward.

“Oh, just like that. You’re so fucking hot when you’re full of me.”

I can’t catch my breath, the feeling is becoming too real now. He’s worked me up, and I’m so close it hurts.

That’s when Drew kisses my ear, before whispering, “Come all over my cock, Bella. I want to feel you choking me.” That was all I needed to take me over the edge. I drop my forehead to Drew’s shoulder, riding out the even more intense orgasm than the first one because he’s not done yet.

Gripping onto my hips, he holds me tight as he thrusts into me with so much force, I hit the back of the door over and over.

I lazily scratch his back, and say, “Your dick feels so good. I want to feel you paint my insides.” That’s when he starts to lose his rhythm, and I feel him come inside me.

No barriers. Just us. Like it was always meant to be.

Fully spent, I drop my head to the door and sigh out. You’d think after a month of living together, we’d have cooled down with the sex. We haven’t. If anything, we’ve gotten more insatiable. Living together. That statement still felt absurd. Last month I was packing my bags, leaving London and doubting my decision.

Not anymore.

Best. Decision. Ever.

And it’s not just because I’m recovering from the sixth orgasm of the day. It’s because I finally feel like I’m where I’m supposed to be. Making custom jersey designs for other NFL wives and girlfriends while cheering on the only guy who has ever made me feel seen.

Drew rests his forehead against mine, and smiles. “Hold on tight.” I squeeze my legs around him, and wrap my arms around his neck, already knowing his plans as he carries me into the bedroom and throws me on the bed.

I land in the middle of the mattress with a small bounce just as he grabs my ankles and pulls me down the bed until he can rip my thong off.

“I’m not done with you yet.” The threat sends a thrill to my core, which I can’t believe. I surely can’t be ready for another round?

Drew peppers kisses on my ankle, dragging them up my thigh before pressing a long kiss against my hip. His fingers play with the jersey I customized, and he gazes up at me with awe. “I don’t think I told you how much I like this fit. It’s your best design yet. You’re so freaking talented, Bella.”

I purse my lips since I don’t know what to say. I find it hard to take compliments, especially from someone as perfect as him. I’d worked hard on my jersey designs, thinking they were only for me, but when the other players partners saw them, they asked if I could design for them too. Then it all just snowballed from there until I got officially licensed by the NFL. I still can’t believe I found something I’m so passionate about in a game I thought I hated for most of my life.

Drew leans down to kiss me slowly. Passionately. Saying more in that kiss than he needs to.

That he’s happy I’m here. That this is where we’re supposed to be. That he loves me as much as I love him.

“I got you something.”

I close my eyes, letting out a small groan. “If it’s another toy, we’re going to need to wait until tomorrow. I don’t think I can keep my eyes open.”

“Seriously? Were those orgasms not enough?”

“It’s just you always want more.”

That makes him grin. “You’re right, and let’s be honest, I’ll probably wake you up in the middle of the night and try for another round.”

I don’t say anything because I know I’ll gladly accept it.

Drew leans over and before I know it, he’s tossing me a small black box. I catch it with ease, comforted in the knowledge that it’s not an engagement ring. We’ve talked about marriage, and I know we both want it eventually, but right now, we’re happy just being with each other. I only just moved in with him a month ago, after all. We want fate to give us a little more time together before making anything official, and getting my family involved…. Again.

“An orgasm is not a gift. It’s mandatory. You will get at least two every day you’re here.” He pulls me closer so we’re facing each other as we lie together. Kissing the top of my head, he says, “Open it. It’s nothing major, just a little something I wanted you to have.”

Flipping the box open, I marvel at the tiny silver necklace staring back at me.

“You got me a football necklace?” I ask confused because it looks like one of those necklaces you get in an egg vending machine.

“Yeah,” he replies with a little tinge on his cheeks. I pull it out of the box, examining it a little more closely, and now I’m more than certain it came from a vending machine. It’s rusting and looks fragile from age.

“I got it the first day we met.”

I look up at him with confusion, still clutching the necklace tightly.

“You mean when we were thirteen and you whacked me in the head?”

“Yup,” he replies with pride.

“Don’t look so happy about it. I had that lump for so long, people started calling me Unicorn.”

“Not surprised. It was a good hit.” He smirks before untangling the necklace from my hand and draping it around my neck. The metal feels cool against my warm skin and falls over my heart as he clasps it in place.

I slap him lightly on the arm, looking down at the pretty little keepsake. “So you thought I’d need a constant reminder of the lump?”

“No. I thought you’d like a constant reminder of the day that I vowed to make you mine.” My heart flutters. “You may have pretended to hate me and tried your best to stay away, but I felt it in my bones. I knew we were meant to be together one day. I just didn’t know when or how it would happen.”

I smile, holding the little football in my hand looking at the fake little diamond glinting at me. “Why didn’t you give it to me sooner?”

He shrugged. “Because most of the time you hated me, and I assumed you wouldn’t accept a gift like this.”

“Like what?”

“Well, it’s not diamonds. A woman like you deserves everything a man can give.”

“Who needs diamonds when you have a guy as thoughtful as you.” I squeeze his thigh, the thick muscles barely flinching from the touch. “I love it, but did you really keep it all this time?”

He nods, kissing me on the lips before answering. “I did. Kept it in my bedside drawer. Honestly, I never let myself believe I’d end up with you, but that necklace made me feel lucky. I guess it was.”

As the necklace flickers in the room light, I start to think about mine and Drew’s journey. It’s been crazy, and wild, but I’m so happy we finally found each other.

“Drew?”

“Mhm.” He barely responds, just toys with my blonde hair. “Would you change anything that happened between us?” I ask curiously.

“Today? Yeah, I might change the angle my tongue flicked against your clit because I like that little mewl you let out.”

I roll my eyes. “No. I mean everything.” I say it without really saying it. When his brows furrow, I realize I’m going to need to be more explicit. “Ten years of push and pull seems crazy now. We could have been together all that time instead of wondering what would happen.”

“No. I wouldn’t change a thing,” he says quickly and with finality before squeezing me tight. “Everything that happened brought us to this moment. You found yourself, Bella. You found the woman I always knew you were under all those layers of anger and resentment toward your father. Without all of that mess, you might’ve never come looking for me, and I’d still be waiting for you on the sidelines, knowing no one would ever love you as much as me.”

I swallow, taking in his words as I look down at the necklace again. He kisses me, short and sweet, and as I look up at him with watery eyes, I say, “Thank you for this. It’s beautiful.”

And I think to myself, Thank God for Drew McCallister.

THE END