Game Night

I can’t believe I bought an Audi. I have no regrets, though. It’s a sweet car, and I really do love driving it.

Graham likes it as well.

And my brother freaking loves it.

The three of us took it out on a few country roads this weekend to test its agility and speed.

And wow!

My new A6 is fast and nimble.

It’s hot too, what with the bright red color.

But the car looked its absolute hottest when Graham got behind the wheel.

That man was smokin’ when he opened up the Audi, hitting ninety down a quiet back road.

Oh, and I just found out, like ten seconds ago, that the Comets are beyond happy that I bought something nice and flashy.

Jock just called to congratulate me on settling into my girlfriend role so adeptly.

“You’re taking to this relationship like a fish to water, Eden.”

“Thanks, Jock,” I reply, chuckling at his strange sayings.

“Tonight is still very important,” he reminds me.

I turn serious. “I know.”

Tonight is über important; it’s the first regular game of the season.

“The Comets will be watching,” Jock informs me. “It’s not just Graham and his performance that are under scrutiny, they’ll have eyes on you as well.”

Gulp.

“Okay, okay, all right. I’ll be sure to play my role well.”

“Excellent,” Jock says.

I wrap up with him and go look for Graham.

He’s in the kitchen.

It’s about five o’clock, and it looks like he’s getting ready to head down to the football stadium. He’s in faded blue jeans and a white tech tee, chowing down on a protein bar at the counter.

I walk in and start pacing.

“I swear, Graham, I think I’m more nervous than you are right now.”

He chuckles, pointing at my moving feet with the protein bar. “It sure looks like it.”

I make myself stop and, leaning against the counter, lament, “Ugh, I hate this. I’m a mess.”

“What are you so worried about?” he asks, cocking his head.

“Well, first, I just talked to Jock.”

“Ah,” he replies knowingly. “He can be a bit extra.”

“You’re not kidding.”

Oh hell. I should just open up to him.

Sighing, I say, “I’m supposed to be up in a luxury box with some other players’ girlfriends, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I don’t want to say or do anything wrong. What if I fuck up and give us away?”

Smiling, Graham assures me, “You’ll be fine. Just do you, Eden.”

I snort, “Me doing me is what I’m worried about. What if I put my foot in my mouth?”

“You’re worrying way too much. First of all, there are several luxury boxes for the wives and girlfriends, and some even sit in the regular seats. Hell, a lot of them don’t even go to the games, so I’m predicting there’ll only be maybe one or two other women in there with you. Most of the seats in that box will be occupied by management.”

I throw my hands in the air. “Great. Just what I need. More eyes on me.”

“Don’t worry,” he says softly. “They’ll be too busy checking you out. You do realize you look amazing tonight, right? I assume that’s what you’re wearing?”

“Aw, thank you,” I reply, blushing. “Any yes, it is.”

I’m not overly dressed up, but I guess I look nice. I have on skinny jeans, a super cute flouncy pink blouse, and cream-colored high-heel ankle boots. All sport designer names, having been chosen from my team-approved closet of clothes.

Looks as if they’re Graham-approved as well, which is a little more important to me.

I like when his blue eyes make an approving pass over me.

That’s it, there’s no more denying that I really like this man. No matter how hard I try to stay neutral, I just can’t.

It’s been like this all week too.

Ever since the night we bought the Audi, Graham and I have stolen many hungry glances. I’ve caught him staring longingly at me so many times it’s not even funny. And I’m sure he’s noticed me doing the same to him.

It doesn’t help that we get along so exceptionally well. He and I just mesh perfectly, it’s like we’re in-tune or something.

And that only adds to our growing attraction.

Speaking of attraction, Graham himself is really nice to look at.

So I slip in a peek now.

He’s turned away from me, so I know I won’t get caught.

Ahh, the way his jeans showcase his firm ass. Perfection.

And that tight tech tee he’s rocking totally accentuates his wide shoulders and back.

Mmm, I’d like it even more if he lost the shirt.

Wonder what his skin tastes like.

Whoa, wait. Where’d that come from?

I don’t know, and I’m starting not to care.

A short while later, while I’m at the game, lusty thoughts are still on my mind. I’m up in the luxury box, and Graham was right. There are only two girlfriends of players up here with me, and, so far, they believe our phony Graham and Eden love story.

I’m selling it hard, though funny thing is I’m finding I barely have to work at it.

And why is that?

I guess it’s because I’m pretty much infatuated with my pretend man.

Can you blame me?

Graham in jeans and tech tee was hot, but Graham in full pads and tight football pants—just look at that bulge!—is a true sight to behold.

One of the women with me, Jodi, is dating a tight end for the Comets named Caleb. I’ve heard Graham mention him. He likes the guy, and they’re becoming friends.

That’s why I’ve spent most of my time talking with her. That’s working out great, since the other girl is on her phone every second.

Jodi is super sweet. She and Caleb haven’t been together all that long, and I sense there’s an interesting story there.

But it’ll have to wait. There’s a game going on!

Graham comes back onto the field for a second down, and as I peer down at him, a smile plays at my lips.

Jodi, leaning in, says, “Wow, you sure can tell you guys are in the early stages of your relationship.”

“Yeah? How do you mean?”

She nods down to the field. “You watch him like someone who can’t wait to get him into bed tonight.”

Oh my God, I almost die.

If she only knew the truth—there won’t be any me and Graham in bed tonight…or any other time. We sleep in separate freaking rooms, for starters. Plus, I haven’t even seen the inside of his bedroom.

Not that I haven’t wondered many a night what he’s doing down the hall in there.

I imagine him lonely, like how I usually feel. In my mind, I’ve watched him reaching down, taking his cock in his hand, stroking the thick shaft while thinking of me.

It’s only fair, as I always think of him when I can’t stand it any longer and have to find release.

One particular fantasy I enjoy is pretending Graham has just come into my bedroom.

First, though, he knocks…

“Come in,” I call out.

When he opens the door, the light from the hall illuminates his large frame. Graham is a mountain of solid muscle in my doorway, wearing nothing but dark boxer briefs.

I sit up, the thin sheet falling to my waist.

I remember then that I’m sleeping in the nude.

“Oh!” I try to cover myself.

But he implores me to stop, rasping, “No. Let me see you, Eden.”

Graham walks into my room and sits down on the edge of the bed.

I long for his touch so badly that I start shaking.

He reaches out, his hand skimming over my breast. “May I?” he asks.

“Yes.”

He cups me gently, his thumb grazing over my nipple, making me shudder. “More,” I plead.

And Graham gives me more.

He plays with one breast while lowering his mouth to suck on the other.

I writhe, pulling him down onto me, wanting more.

And then—

Jodi grabs my arm. “Eden, oh wow. Did you just see that amazing play? Your man just ran the ball in at the goal line for a touchdown.”

“Er, um, right,” I blabber. “I know. That was really great, right?”

Too bad I actually missed it all.

Missed it because while Graham was penetrating the end zone, in my mind, he was penetrating me.