Kam
LANEY AND I haven’t been farther than seven inches apart since we walked through the door. Clothes vaporized and passion ensued as soon as we were alone.
The high of the win and the accelerant of the proposal created a combustible atmosphere. It’s the middle of the night, and I’m awake and alive as if it were the middle of the day. I shift on top of a naked Laney, nestling myself back between her legs.
“Jesus, Kam, again?” she moans sleepily but drops her knees, allowing me to sink into her addictive heat for the umpteenth time tonight. It never gets old being with her. Making love to her, fucking her. It’s like our bodies crave each other the way they instinctually crave food and water. Being with Laney is sustenance. Nourishment impossible to live without.
“I can’t help it.” I move unhurriedly. “I’m wired. The adrenaline is pumping.”
“That’s not the only thing pumping.” She cracks a joke with her eyes closed and a little smile etched on her lips.
I chuckle. “Today was the best day of my life.” I kiss her collarbone and circle my hips deliberately slow. Then watch her expression morph, her beautiful facial features tightening as she bites her bottom lip. Blood pounds in my ears like the sound of a drum as I slide easily in and out of her, my cock swollen and throbbing but nowhere near ready to come. I want to feel Laney first. I want the woman I’ve fantasized about calling my wife since high school to fly apart beneath me. Like she does so easily. So fluidly. So in sync with my movements and body.
“Shit, Kam.” She crunches up slightly, anchoring an arm around my neck. It’s her telltale sign.
“Say my name, Lemon. Say my name when you fucking come.”
“Kam,” she huffs, knowing that’s not what I want to hear.
“Are you testing me, Laney?” I drive in deep, and she emits a little gasp.
“I’m always testing you, All-star.”
“Shit, if that ain’t the truth.” My southern drawl sneaks out as I try to keep my focus, but Laney is the one person who jumbles my concentration like the broken pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Put a three-hundred-pound linebacker out for blood in front of me, and I wouldn’t flutter an eyelash. Place a hundred-twenty-pound city girl with a sharp tongue in my path, and I fall all over myself like I have two left feet. We all have a weakness, and Laney is definitely mine. She always has been, since the moment I met her.
“Show me what you got,” Laney challenges me. She knows I’ll rise to the occasion. It’s why I love her so much. She tests me. Keeps me on my toes. Feeds my competitiveness like a number-one contender.
“You’re going to regret asking that.” I thrust into her powerfully. Each strike made with precisioned purpose. “Say my name, Laney. Say it when you come. I know you’re close. I see it on your face. I feel it between your legs. I know exactly what I do to you.” I graze my pelvis against her sensitive clit, and she shivers.
“I’m not one of your little groupies who will give you whatever you want, whenever you want it.” Fuck, this woman drives me mad in all the best possible ways.
“No, you’re not.” I nip at her lip as I grind my hips just a tiny bit faster. Her breathing picks up from my pace. “You’re so much more than just a groupie. You’re the only woman I want in my bed. The only woman I want to live inside of, and the only woman I want to hear say my fucking name.”
“Fuck, Kam.” She’s dangerously close to the edge now.
“The whole thing, Laney.” She knows what I want, and I know she wants me to force it out of her. It’s a push and pull game we play.
I feed the orgasm roaring inside her. The beast belongs to me. It’s all fucking mine.
With a punishing blow, the word I want to hear explodes from her lips. “Kamdyn!” She all but cries as she comes for me. The divine satisfaction I find in Laney’s release is equal to the satisfaction I get from throwing a touchdown or winning a conference championship game. It’s victorious, fueling the warrior inside me.
Just as her pelvic muscles loosen around my cock and her body softens I pull out and flip her onto her stomach. She’s pliable from her orgasm, submitting to my abrupt change in position.
“Fuck, Lemon, you’re so goddamn wet.” My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head as I slip and slide through her slick pussy.
“That’s what you do to me,” she purrs, lifting her hips to grant me better access.
“It’s what you do to me.” I fuck her hard, squeezing and massaging one of her breasts as I become more intoxicated by her body by the second.
And because I am completely selfish when it comes to Laney and her pleasure, I want more. Sliding my hand from her breast to her clit, I rub relentlessly, using the wetness coating us both to demand another orgasm.
“Kam, I can’t.” Panting, she grabs my wrist.
“There’s no such thing as can’t,” I argue as I continue to push her past her limits.
“Kam!” She squirms beneath me, but I don’t let up. I know she can come again, and I’m just the man to make her.
A light sheen of sweat tickles my brow and my chest as my heart pounds to the same rhythm of my cock. Despite all her protests, Laney’s body responds. Like it always does. She’s moaning and writhing, digging her nails into my wrist as her pussy strangles me to death.
“Kam! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She comes so damn hard she literally petrifies. Her arousal drenches my finger and my throbbing erection, and just when I can’t hold back any longer, when I have restrained myself to the point I’m in pain, I let go. All the energy I possess pools in my lower abdomen and flushes out through my orgasm. My violent thrusts jerk Laney forward. Once, twice, three time’s a charm. I come inside the woman I’m going to spend the rest of my life with. It’s a mind-numbing mix, an emotional and physical clash of the titans. Every part of me hums and buzzes and vibrates as I’m demolished by the wrecking ball of my release.
I collapse on top of Laney, entirely shattered, the air thin and my body spent. Kissing my way lazily across her back, we lie sexually satisfied in silence.
“Mmm,” Laney sighs, fatigued but content. Her skin so soft and smooth. I could skim my lips over it for hours. “You’re going to have to carry me around everywhere tomorrow. I’m not going to be able to walk.”
I smile against her. “I’ll carry you anywhere.”
She lifts her head and looks at me out of the corner of her eye. “I know you would.”
“I wasn’t sure you were going to say yes,” I confess in the dim bedroom light.
Laney pauses before shimmying out from underneath me and wrapping herself around me.
“When does Kamdyn Ellis ever not get what he wants?” She nuzzles her nose into my chest, and the affection is poignant. As much as I enjoy indulging in her body, it’s her love I revel in.
“I didn’t know how you were going to react to the worldwide stage.”
“Did you think I was going to say no?” She sounds genuinely surprised.
I shrug. My huge frame dwarfing her in my arms. “I looked at it like throwing a touchdown. There’s confidence but never certainty.”
“I’ll admit being on the field with all the cameras and lights and people and players was a bit overwhelming, but as soon as I saw you, all my shock and awe and fear disappeared.” She places her fingers on my chin. “It didn’t matter who was around us, all I saw was you.” She kisses my jaw, and I tighten my hold. Laney has been there for me every second of the last two years. Through every grueling game. Victorious wins and heartbreaking losses. Weeks away from her on the road. Sore muscles, pain in the ass teammates, and quarterback groupies.
I was determined to be a great leader when I was traded to New York. But it wasn’t all celebrations and ticker tape parades when I walked into the locker room that first day. I was replacing a senior player. A player who was respected, and up until my trade, confident he owned his position. But that all changed when I showed up. It was a rocky first year. Tabloid headlines littered the Internet about a rival between Alabama’s golden boy and the seasoned vet with several Super Bowl rings. Not all the headlines were false. We did go toe to toe. He didn’t like me, and he made it clear, but I wasn’t going to let him get into my head. At least not at practice or during a game. Home was a different story. The tension took a toll on me. I hated being at odds with a fellow teammate, and Laney let me unload whenever I needed to. She listened, she supported me, and she offered her advice. Which was pretty damn good. Being attached to a pro anything is a challenge in itself. Being the girlfriend—now fiancée—of the Kamdyn Ellis brand is a whole other universe. We are constantly in the public eye. Royalty of the American kind. We may not wear crowns, but we are revered. All because I can throw a pigskin farther and with more accuracy than any QB before me. I never asked to be a celebrity. I just wanted to play football. But I was born under a spotlight, and I’m meeting my fate head on.
My biggest blessing, though, is having a woman as strong and tenacious as Laney by my side. And there is no way in hell, under any circumstance, I’m going to let her go. I lost her once, never again. She’d have to tase me and bury me alive in order to leave. I hope it never comes to anything like that. But both our parents are divorced, so I understand what this next step means for the two of us. We talked briefly about getting married, and a core concern was commitment. And I don’t mean commitment to each other. I mean commitment that when the going gets tough, we don’t just get going. I’ve been successful in every other aspect of my life, and I want my marriage to be my greatest triumph.
“Go to sleep, Lemon.” I press a firm kiss on her head.
“Are you actually going to let me stay asleep this time?”
“No promises.” I grin.