6. Peyton

Peyton

T his week has been so amazing that I don't want it to end. But we're flying back for the Super Bowl. I don't give a shit if I missed practice with my team. Fallon means more to me than any stupid game.

If I could, I would have kept her naked on the beach for the rest of our lives, but duty calls. We're both expected to be at the Super Bowl tomorrow.

I squeeze her hand tighter for comfort, knowing she hates to fly, and because we only have a few minutes before the plane lands and we go our separate ways. We should have spent time discussing our future instead of fucking like two rabbits. It's a good thing she's on birth control because there is no way she wouldn't have gotten pregnant from all the times we had sex. That and her obsession with keeping my cock warm at all times.

"What are you doing after the Super Bowl? I know you have a break before your European tour begins. Why don't you stay with me for a while?"

"I don't know. I mean, I'd like to, but you might change your mind after the Super Bowl." She tries to pull her hand away, but I don't let go—just like I'm not going to let her go.

"At least think about it."

"Okay." She says softly.

Once the plane lands we're ushered to our waiting cars.

"I guess this is goodbye then." She bites her lower lip and her eyes fill with unshed tears.

"It's not goodbye, Fallon. It's only the beginning for us." Our bodies lean in as we say our goodbyes.

My lips find her in a desperate kiss—one of love, longing, and regret. She wraps her arms around me like she never wants to let go. I know the feeling. I don't want to let her go either.

"McKenna. We've got to go."

McKenna?

It takes my mind a second to register that Amber is talking to Fallon—I'd almost forgotten that my little temptress was the famous singer McKenna Carlisle.

Fallon breaks the kiss and takes a step back, "Good luck on the game tomorrow. I'll see you around." There's a sad look in her eyes when she says those words to me.

Little does she know I plan on surprising her before her half-time show tomorrow. "Thanks, you too." I kiss her lips one last time before getting into the car that's waiting to take me back to reality. Or should I say my new reality—one with a tempting little song bird in it.

***

"Nice of you to finally join us, Mann." I've never seen the Coach as mad as he looks now. "If it wasn't for your sister convincing the offensive line to let you keep your starting position, I might have fired your ass."

"Sorry, Coach. If you think benching me is what's best for the team, then I won't fight you on it. I want the team to win as much as you do, and if I'm not the guy who can do that for you, then I shouldn't be out there playing."

He's right. Everlee is the only reason I'm still on the team. In my attempt to prove myself over the last few months I acted like a complete ass—dating a different woman every night. But that's as far as it went. I never hooked up with any of them even though they all told the press that we did.

Looking back I think the reason I was dating a different woman every night is because I was searching for the one. The one that would complete me—the one that would love the real me. Now I've found that with Fallon.

"Well, okay, then, Mann. You can keep your starting position. But if at any time you fuck up, I'm pulling you out of the game. Do you understand?"

"Loud and clear, Coach." The six offensive linemen stare at me with their mouths open.

"What happened to you wanting all the glory for yourself?" Lincoln finally asks.

"Sometimes, it's not just about one person." I hit his shoulder pads and run out of the locker room to take my place on the field, ready to get this game over with so I can be with Fallon again.