Fall for You: Boys of Alabama

“It’s really not so bad, they’re a good group of girls.” I cut a glance back at them. They are gearing up to go into a pyramid with Genevieve at the top. I sigh.

“I wish all of them were as well behaved as Genny.” Avery laughs again.

“Right? She’s an angel.” She stares at her little sister with the same pride and adoration as any parent would. I drop a hand to her knee and squeeze.

“You’re doing a great job raising her and Blake,” I reassure her.

She really is. I’m not sure I could handle raising a fifteen-year-old and a four-year-old. Blake left with Clarissa to go hit up the concession stand. Letting my eyes trail back out to the football field, I take in Ford. He is in his element out there on the field. With a clipboard in one hand and the other one fisted and propped on his hip, he looks so in command. I shiver a little at the thought of him commanding me in the bedroom. I’m looking forward to our date tomorrow night.

Tonight though, the Wildcats are playing in the state semifinals. The score is 21 - 19, us. And if we win, we advance to the state championship, which will be an all weekend ordeal because the stadium we will be playing in is about a three-hour drive. That means the school will put the players and cheerleaders up in a hotel Friday night and we will play Saturday afternoon.

“Ahem. Earth to Lex. I’m gonna need you to stop drooling over your boyfriend.” Avery waves her hand in front of her face.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” I bump my shoulder with hers, “and I can’t help it that he’s so freaking hot.” We both giggle a little. I jump up. “Be back, gonna go see if my girls need anything.” Making my way down the bleachers and under the cable separating the field from the crowd, I head over to the girls. I fix one girl's braid while another girl asks me to make sure her roundoff double tuck is ‘on point’, whatever the hell that means.

Clarissa comes out after delivering Blake back to Avery and starts getting the girls in formation. It’s almost halftime which means the girls will be out on the field performing their halftime routine and I will be on the sidelines recording them. I’m crouched down digging through my bag searching for my extra SD card when I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket.

Ford: Those jeans look hot on you.

I turn around and look for him on the field and I catch his coy smile just as he rubs his hand over his mouth trying to cover it up. I arch an eyebrow at him. He turns back towards the field. Rolling my eyes, I type out a text.

Me: Eyes on the field, coach.

I slip my phone back in my pocket and continue rifling through my backpack. I know I stuck an extra SD card in here somewhere. My fingers brush the extra card just as my phone vibrates again. Rolling my eyes, I stand up and shove the card in my front pocket and glance at Ford but he’s not paying any attention to me, he’s talking to one of his players.

“Ms. Carter? We’re ready,” Genevieve says. I slide a smile her way.

“Sure thing babe. 1 minute until field time.” I clap my hands together and Riss cuts me a funny look. I hold a finger up to her signaling that I need just a second and slide my phone out of my pocket.

Unknown: You always did look great in red.

I feel my face blanche and unconsciously run my hand over my stomach, smoothing my red sweatshirt. Looking up, I quickly glance around, but I know it’s no use. If Jason is here, he’s blending in with the crowd. Clarissa takes a step towards me. I shake my head. Not now, I need to focus on the girls.

I slide my phone back into my pocket, “Let’s get these cheerleaders out on the field!”

???

Ford’s hand slides from my hip, around to my back, and down to my ass where he squeezes me. I moan into his mouth and press my body against his. I can feel his cock against my stomach and it’s hard as a rock. He moves from my mouth, kissing across my jaw to my earlobe, where he nips and sucks. I tip my head back to give him better access to my neck, where he’s peppering a trail of kisses to my collarbone. I sink my fingers into his hair, pressing my chest closer to his face.

All the cars have cleared out of the parking lot after the game, not a single person in sight. I hung around waiting on him, just wanting to say hi. I had good intentions; I swear. But he came out of that locker room looking so fucking good that I couldn’t resist.

Now he has my back against his truck, his body pressed against mine, and we have been making out like a couple of teenagers. He runs his hands down my arms causing goosebumps to break out all over me. I shiver. He smooths his hands around my waist, down my ass, and grips the back of my thighs. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, threading my fingers through his hair and tugging just a little.

“We are setting a terrible example right now,” I murmur against his lips, nipping and sucking, and he smiles.

“Mm,” he makes a noncommittal sound in his throat, “terrible, terrible example,” he murmurs. I shamelessly rock myself against his thick, hard cock and he lets out a low groan.

“Fuck baby, you do that again and I’m going to lay you out in the back of my truck and then we really will be setting a terrible example.” I giggle and he drops his forehead to mine, pressing one last kiss to my lips and letting me slide down his body until my feet are firmly planted on the ground.

“Whew,” I fan myself and brush my hair out of my face, “If that’s the kind of greeting I get after every football game I will happily wait for you. Walk me to my car?” I swoop down and grab my purse and my bag and Ford falls in step beside me, linking his fingers with mine. Beeping the locks on my little Jeep Liberty, I toss my bags into the backseat and slam the door shut, dropping back against it. I grab a fistful of Ford's shirt and tug him towards me.

Bracing his arm on the jeep above my head, he lazily runs his fingers through my hair.

“Tomorrow?” I smile as I go up on my toes to kiss him.

“Tomorrow,” he responds before pressing his lips to mine.

And for now, if only for a short time, I forget about the fact that my husband has been watching me and I allow myself to enjoy what’s between us.