Completion Chapter 29

The following weekend, I flew to Texas for his ga. By now, I had several number twenty jerseys in ho and away shades. I followed what happened on the field like a pro, but still had trouble watching Killian get tackled or sacked, as the case was in the second quarter. Killian got up instantly then threw a touchdown on the next play. Scorpions won thirty-two to fourteen.

The following week was a ho ga. Malory and I opted to sit down with the other wives and girlfriends. This allowed us to be obnoxiously loud and I discovered what a great cheerleader Malory actually was. I found myself watching our antics a ti or two on the big screen and wondered if Killian saw us, too. The Scorpions won seven six, but Killian didn’t play well. I could see the fury rolling off him in waves by the end of the ga and realized I needed to stay at my apartnt that night.

He pulled close in the locker room and we walked to his car. It surprised when he drove to his house.

"I don’t mind going ho, Killian," I said when I figured out where we headed.

"You’re coming ho with ."

"It’s probably not a good idea." I kept my voice even.

He didn’t say anything until we walked in his front door. "I’m grabbing a beer and heading to the pool. Join if you want."

Hmm, let’s see. Go study for a coming test or spend an hour with a silent jackass. I chose studying. I actually made it thirty minutes before I couldn’t take it. I needed to know that he was okay.

Grabbing a beer, I headed outside. Killian’s powerful arms ate up the pool, lap after lap. I still wore my clothes, so I just dipped my feet in the water and watched. I had no idea how much ti passed, but eventually Killian swam toward and ca up between my legs, dripping water.

"Hi," I said shyly.

He didn’t answer, and before I knew what happened, I was subrged in the pool gasping for air when my head ca out of the water.

"You dirty rat bastard," I yelled.

"I love you." His cold lips settled against mine.

The kiss went on and on. He removed my pants, which wasn’t easy because they were wet, and slipped his cock between my thighs and straight to where I needed it most. I wrapped my ankles around his waist, sinking my fingers tightly into his hair. This sex was sowhere between fucking and making love. I didn’t care which; I was just glad he responded.

After our breathing settled, Killian pulled to the steps, arranging between his legs. I leaned back into the warmth of his chest. It wasn’t cold, but a gentle wind blew across my wet body causing goose bumps on my arms. Killian wrapped himself around and took away the chill.

"I sucked today."

I wasn’t sure how to answer his statent. This was unchartered territory for , so I just cuddled closer and squeezed his arms.

"Nothing fucking went right. I just wasn’t on my ga. I didn’t feel it."

I leaned away, turning slightly, and kissed his stubbled jaw.

"We have one of our best chances to get into the Super Bowl this year and we need at my best."

There was no way I was reminding him that the Scorpions won. I just continued kissing his chin and jaw, the side of his neck, his shoulder.

A small tug on my hair stopped .

"Are you even listening to ?"

"Of course I am." I went back to kissing and nibbling.

"You." He tugged my hair again. "Are not listening."

"You didn’t feel it. Go on. I swear I heard every word."

His chest rumbled against and he laughed.

"I love you," he said.

"You said that already."

"Not nearly enough, baby. Thank you for being here."

"You didn’t give a choice."

"You made the choice when you ca into the locker room." He pulled my hair back so my neck was in the path of his teeth.

"I don’t have all the Killian ga day rules down yet." I groaned when he gently sucked on the skin he just bit.

"Are you giving a hickey?"

"You gonna stop ?"

I turned in his arms and attacked low on his neck. If he could mark , I could damn well return the favor.

"Co on. We’re finishing this discussion in bed."

"Do I get to hear more about how bad you sucked today?"

"No, baby, I get to feel how hard you suck today."

"You have such a golden tongue," I said with delight.

"God, I want to spank you."

"Not if you want to see how hard I suck." I broke away and made a run for the house. I knew he waited to pounce until I was near the bed, but I still squealed.

"Scream for tonight, baby."

"Make scream, Killian."

He did.

***

Killian t my parents on Thanksgiving.

Candi barely spoke to . She’d called a few tis to get the inside scoop on Killian and I’d cut her short. She had no problem pointing her flirtatious endeavors Killian’s way, though. She was seriously embarrassing, but at the sa ti, I had her to thank for placing in Killian’s path.

"Are you in college?" Killian tried very hard to be polite by asking.

"No, my sister got the brains. I’ve got other specialties."

Killian didn’t bat an eye, but he didn’t ask what those specialties were either. Candi didn’t like it when her sexual enticent skills didn’t work and went into a full-blown pout. Unfortunately, it was short lived.

"So, are you friends with Lenny Brower?" she asked in her sweet but bitchy voice.

"I’m friends with all my teammates." Killian glanced my way, gave my hand a small squeeze under the table, and turned back to my sister.

"He and I are rather close. He says you’ve been known to party at his house on occasion."

Killian’s tone remained even, but I caught a subtle change. "It’s been a long ti and I don’t see myself there again in the near future."

"I’ll tell him you said that."

Killian smiled. "Yes, please do."

Though Candi no longer embarrassed my parents, I was grateful when my mother broke in and asked Killian about his college days.

My mom and dad were good people and it gave a warm feeling knowing they liked Killian. He and my dad watched a football ga on television while my mom, sister, and I cleaned the kitchen.

"I’d like to help, Mrs. Cavanaugh," Killian said, but my mom shooed him away.

My sister pounced as soon as the swinging door to the kitchen shut. "So you think you’re all high and mighty now that you’ve roped in a star quarterback?"

I’d never stood up to my sister, but Killian had given confidence in myself that was never there before. "He’s not a quarterback. He’s THE quarterback, or don’t you read the sports page?"

"I hope you left off using birth control so you can keep him."

"That’s enough, Candi." My mother’s voice was sharp. She turned her eyes to and they softened. "So does Killian’s family live here?"

"Yes, his mother and brother live in Glendale."

"Killian has a brother?"

The glee in my sister’s eyes made laugh. "Yes, he has a brother. His na is Michael, and he’s Killian’s twin."

"Shit, Killian MacGregor has a twin brother. Is he as good looking as Mac the Knife?"

"Actually, I think he’s cuter."

"I hope you plan on inviting his mom and brother here to dinner soti soon," my mom said.

"Yes, I’d love to. Maybe after the playoffs. Killian’s traveling schedule is pretty hectic over the next two months, but I’ll arrange sothing as soon as I can."

"Yes, sister dear, please arrange sothing. He’s not married is he?"

God, Candi was awful. "No, he’s not married." I knew it was spiteful of and Michael didn’t deserve my sister’s obvious scheming, but she was on my last nerve. She always brought out my bad side.

Killian and I escaped at halfti. We drove to his mom’s house and ate more pie while Killian watched the rest of the ga with his brother. It was obvious that Michael loved football. His eyes were completely animated and he actually rocked his chair a ti or two in his excitent.

Watching Michael and Killian together watching football gave an idea for Killian’s Christmas gift. It would take so planning but I was thrilled to make this gift special.

***

The Phoenix weather had cooled significantly and I was running each afternoon with the track team. It was only mandatory to run together twice a week, but we pushed each other. My ti increased minutely, though I knew it wouldn’t make much difference when the season started. I wasn’t down on myself, just faced facts.

I spoke to Killian’s mom and she agreed that I should take Michael to one of Killian’s gas before Christmas. I took the bus to her house several tis so Michael would be comfortable around . I loved his smile, and even with his emaciated cheekbones, every so often dimples appeared.

On ga day, Michael’s nurse ca with us and drove the special van that transported Michael when he needed to go sowhere. I bought Michael a MacGregor jersey along with a purple and white pom-pom that he held pressed between his hands. Malory showed up early to help us get situated. I wanted to be sure Michael was in place in the skybox before the stadium went crazy with fans.

I’d spoken to the team owner about my plans and everyone was in on the surprise. Michael did fantastic. He made noises when the rest of us cheered and I don’t think his gentle, quirky smile left his face the entire ti.

At the end of the first quarter, a picture of Michael and hit the screen. I waved the pom-pom in Michael’s hand without removing it and blew a kiss to the cara. Tears rolled down my cheeks when Killian turned from the screen, looked directly at the skybox, and blew a kiss back.

"Ah, he blew a kiss at us, Michael. Now let’s hope he kicks so ass."

They did. Scorpions twenty-one, opposing team nothing.

We waited upstairs after the ga to let so of the crowd clear out before taking Michael to the locker room. His nurse told he was tired, but shouldn’t have a problem for another thirty minutes. We walked into the locker room and froze. All the players remained in their uniforms, minus their helts, waiting for Michael.

"I talked to Blitz," Malory whispered.

Before I knew it, a marker was passed around, and the jersey Michael wore was signed by everyone. I watched these big, clunky, fully geared n approach slowly, talk gently to Michael, and sign his shirt.

Killian and I saw Michael off in the van, his tired eyes shutting before the vehicle pulled out.

Still in his uniform and pads, Killian pulled close. "Thank you," he said in his husky sex voice.

"Michael was wonderful," I breathed against his lips.

"So are you. Can you put up with unwashed a little longer? I’ll drop my pads, but I want to get you ho."

"Hmm." I nuzzled the salty skin on his neck. "I kinda wanted to fuck you in nothing but your pads."

His throaty laugh made my panties wet. "Won’t work, baby. Too many clothes underneath, but we’ll manage sothing."

"No shower," I licked his skin. "Just you and all your man sweat." If he didn’t get ho soon, I’d combust.