“But here you are, back.”
“Not really. I mean, I’m not selling some multi-level marketing crap and spending all my life savings on a scam, right? That’s what a lot of girls I grew up with are doing now.”
He frowns. “And we threw a big old stadium in the middle of it.”
“Actually, that’s good. Gives folks a place to get work.”
He sighs. “I wish it weren’t like that.”
“Me too,” I admit. “But people here won’t change. Not until the rest of the world starts coming to them, and the team’s good for that.”
“I guess we’re good for something then.” He grins at me.
“Take that left,” I say, pointing up ahead.
He squints. “That dirt road?”
“What, your truck can’t handle it?”
He grumbles about me insulting his truck as he pulls onto the dirt track. We follow it, bouncing around, through the scrub land and toward a low rise of hills.
We pass along the hill ridge and I tell him to pull off anywhere. Spread out before us is a little valley with a river in the middle and short, very green trees growing alongside it.
He grunts as we stare at the scene. “Beautiful,” he says.
I smile, nodding. “I used to come down here a lot and fish.”
“Really? With your parents?”
“My dad, mostly. He passed a few years ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday.” I close my eyes for a second, feeling the breeze, the weight of the pole, my father’s voice.
Cole’s staring down at the river when I look at him again. “I want to show you where I’m from one day,” he says softly.
“I’d like that.”
He arches an eyebrow. “It’s not so different from here.”
“I’d be disappointed if it were.”
He shrugs. “Been a while since I was home, though.”
“That’s okay. Never stops being home.”
“For better or worse.”
I lean up against his arm and he wraps it around my shoulders. We watch the river lazily flowing through the valley, and briefly I think about getting out to touch it again.
But no, I don’t want that. I don’t want to mix my new feelings, my new life, with my old one. I don’t want to taint what I have now with the past.
What’s gone is gone. It’s okay to remember it, but I don’t need more than that.
He tilts his chin toward me. “I needed this,” he says.
“Yeah?”
“Being in that clubhouse day in and day out, living and breathing football, it takes a toll.”
“You don’t have many other hobbies, do you?”
He grins. “None. I have a little shitty apartment that I basically sleep in, and that’s it. My life’s that team.”
“That’s not so bad. At least you have a purpose.”
“You’re right. Sometimes, though, I just need to get away.”
“You need to destress.”
“Exactly.”
I give him a little smile, tilting my lips toward his. “I can help with that, if you want.”
“Can you?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Show me.”
I lean forward and kiss him. I take a sharp breath, pushing myself closer to him, kissing him deep and slow. I reach out and start to unbuckle his pants, unbuttoning the waist, unzipping the fly slowly.
He grabs my hair, pulls me back as I slowly reach my hand down the front of his pants.
“You know exactly what I want, don’t you?”
“I think I can guess.”
He laughs softly. I find his cock, already starting to get hard. I slowly stroke him over his underwear.
“What I want, little Leah, is for you to say my name,” he whispers.
“Daddy?”
“That’s right.”
I can feel his cock respond to the word. He gets even harder, and I bite my lip.
“Daddy,” I say again. “My big, strong Daddy.”
His cock gets nice and hard. I use both of my hands to pull his pants down and off him before gently sliding his cock from inside of his boxer briefs, through the slit in the front. I lean over the console and take him in my mouth, slowly sliding myself down his big shaft.
He groans, grips my hair. “That’s right, suck Daddy’s cock,” he groans.
I suck him faster, excitement rolling through me. I need him to feel good, to feel better. I want to take his stress away the best way I know how.
I love his size, his taste, everything about him. He gets so damn hard with his cock in my mouth and it drives me wild. I love that I can make this man hard, this handsome coach.
He pushes me down, gagging me. I pull back and suck him harder, faster, tongue rolling around his tip. He pulls me back by the hair, making me gasp, and kisses me, tongue in my mouth.
“Fuck, girl,” he whispers. “You feel so fucking good sucking my big cock.”
“I love feeling it in my throat, Daddy,” I whisper to him.
He groans and grabs me. He pushes his seat back and makes me straddle him. I kiss his neck as he gets my pants off, tugging them over my ass, his hand slipping between my legs to find my wet pussy.