His Tight End

“Marry me,” I groan as I feel my orgasm rising.

“Yes,” she says, making me the happiest man in the world now.

Her little pussy squeezes me as she comes, and I fill her with her with my seed yet again.

I set her back down on the floor and kiss her again before pulling my pants up.

Now that she’s said she’ll marry me, how quickly can I get her to do it?

Chapter Six

Sasha

September 9th, 2021

First Day of the Regular Season

Oregon Alphas vs. Utah Salteers

I can’t believe that’s how he asked me to marry him, but that’s ancient history now. We’ve been married for five months, and I’ve loved every single minute of it. Our first game of the season is at home. I feel the rush of adrenaline as I walk into the tunnel from the locker room. The click-clack of my cleats as I walk sounds like a gong of doom as it echoes off of the walls. The guys are waiting for me at the opening of the tunnel. The Alphas have unique home game rituals that have been observed since the team moved here in the seventies.

“Are we ready?” Brandon asks as we put our helmeted heads into the huddle, so they are all touching.

“Ready!” We shout in response.

“What are we?” Brandon leads.

“Alphas!”

“What are we?”

“Alphas.”

“What are we?”

“Winners.”

“Let’s lick some salt and send them on their way back to lakes,” Brandon says. He grabs my hand and pulls me closer to him. The other guys run out of the tunnel. “Ready?”

“Beyond ready,” I tell him.

We run out of the tunnel together, hand in hand.

We win the coin toss, and I take my place on the field. It’s surreal as I take place on the far left. At the snap, I move into position for the play called by Coach Caz.

The quarters fly by quickly, and it’s halftime before I know it with a score of 13-0 in favor of us. I wait outside of the locker room while the guys go in. I never thought this far ahead or what it would feel like. Suddenly the door opens, and Daniel, the assistant coach, holds it open for me.

“Are you waiting for a fucking engraved invitation? Get your ass in here, Joiner,” Coach Caz shouts, and I jog into the room. The guys have taken a knee around him, so I do the same.

“Welcome to the locker room,” Jamal says, chuckling.

“Thanks,” I reply. Brandon wasn’t kidding about the smell. Holy shit, it smells like something died wrapped in unwashed socks. I let out a breath and try to breathe through my mouth instead. It’s just something I’ll have to get used to, but today it’s overwhelming.

“I need more out there. I want to use Joiner more. They think she’s a novelty, but they don’t know what she’s capable of yet. It’s best we let the whole conference know what she can do now.”

“What play do you suggest first?” Brandon asks. Ever the captain, he’s on the ball.

“Get her the ball. She’ll run it to the end zone.”

“A touchdown?” I pipe up. They haven’t had me do that in practice, but I used to do it plenty in high school.

“Exactly.”

“Awesome,” I say. Brandon turns his head and winks at me. I grin back.

Halftime over, we retake the field and dominate it, eventually winning 38-0. Superstitiously, this bodes well for the rest of the reason.

After the game, I take a quick shower and get dressed. The team likes to go to a bar in Portland called the Bucky Beaver.

I watch as Blake and Brandon pose for pictures with female fans, never touching them. Brandon smiles politely at the women but does not attempt to talk to them. I know it’s a part of the job, and he isn’t encouraging them. Eventually, my jealousy gets the better of me, and I walk over to them.

“Oh my God. You’re the new tight end. Derek, get a load of this,” one of the women says, gesturing to a large man who stumbles as he walks toward us.

“We're just here for some drinks,” Brandon says.

“She’s not old enough,” the man says, pointing at me. I move out of his way when he tries to grab my arm.

“She is my wife. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“Are you threatening me, pretty boy?”

“Not a threat, a fucking promise,” Brandon says, getting all kinds of riled up. If a fight weren’t imminent, it would be sexy as hell.

“Is there a problem over here?” Blake asks, with several other players coming with him.

“No. No problems here,” the man says, holding his hands up in surrender. He backs away.

“Want to get out of here?” Brandon asks.

“Yes,” I say. I don’t think bars are going to my scene.

We aren’t home two seconds before he’s ripping my dress off of me. He stops me from taking my shoes off.