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Authors: Erin Brown
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Courtney tells her family the news and they get on the phone to talk it over with my parents.
The next day, news of my invitation to the team—as well as the players released—is in the sports headlines. My phone is blowing up with congrats from my friends and former teammates, all promising to buy my jersey and asking if they can score free tickets to games.
When I get to the field house, the offensive coordinator calls me into his office to let me know that our publicist, Amanda, has lined up a couple interviews for me to do later this afternoon, schedules a time for me to go through some prep questions and talking points with the team’s media coach, and confirms my measurements so that Amanda can have fresh clothes for me to change into after practice.
This life is insane. I don’t even have to provide my own clothes.
Which is a really awesome perk. Under Armor, T-shirts, gym shorts, and jeans forever.
When Coach dismisses me, I head into the locker room to stash my bag before heading to the field for conditioning. Several of the team members pat me on the shoulder and congratulate me on making the team—for some of them, it’s the first time they’ve actually spoken to me away from the field.
The sense of finally earning my spot and being welcomed by seasoned players makes my pride swell and pumps me up for practice today. I can’t slack off now. I need to prove to them that I’m worth the time, money, investment, and faith they’ve put into giving me a spot on the roster.
“Kistler,” I hear a voice say from behind me.
I turn and see that it’s Jax Montgomery. Holy crap. Deeks wasn’t lying.
“Hey,” I say to the quarterback.
“I heard the good news. Congrats, man.”
“Thank you so much. I’m excited to be a part of the team.”
“We’re excited to have you. You’ve been killing it out there this summer.”
“Thanks,” I say, feeling self-conscious talking to Jax freaking Montgomery off the field for the first time. I’m used to being around NFL players—my dad is close friends with many of his former teammates—and most of my brothers’ friends are current players. But there’s something commanding and powerful about Jax. Maybe because he’s the first quarterback I’m playing with as a professional.
“My wife and I are having a party on Saturday. Nothing fancy, just a casual cookout. If you’re free, you should come by.”
There it is: an invite to a team party from the quarterback.
“I’d love to come. My fiancée, Courtney, is coming to visit this weekend. Is it okay if she comes too?”
“Of course,” Jax says. “Looking forward to meeting her.”
I nod, trying to hide the huge smile threatening to plaster itself on my face.
“Come on,” Jax says, smacking me on the back. “Let’s get out there and get to it.”
Courtney
I land at Louis Armstrong Airport in New Orleans with more nerves than I had during the flight.
Having five kids—four of them boys—made taking vacations hard for my parents, so we went on car trips, and we never went very far. Before today, I’d never flown, and thought that I might throw up when the plane took off.
But now that we’ve landed and I’m going to see my fiancé, whom I haven’t seen in weeks, I’m excited and giddy and, well, turned on. The thought of throwing my arms around him and feeling all of that brawny muscle and running my hands up and down his body while kissing him… Yeah .
I’ve thought so much about him that I went on a secret shopping trip and picked up some sexy underwear for this trip.
Because I think I’m ready.
Maybe.
Sometimes I think I’m ready. Other times I still feel very intimidated and afraid of sex.
But Adam is my fiancé. He adores me. I love him. I want to have sex with him.
My issue is that wanting something and being prepared for
The next day, news of my invitation to the team—as well as the players released—is in the sports headlines. My phone is blowing up with congrats from my friends and former teammates, all promising to buy my jersey and asking if they can score free tickets to games.
When I get to the field house, the offensive coordinator calls me into his office to let me know that our publicist, Amanda, has lined up a couple interviews for me to do later this afternoon, schedules a time for me to go through some prep questions and talking points with the team’s media coach, and confirms my measurements so that Amanda can have fresh clothes for me to change into after practice.
This life is insane. I don’t even have to provide my own clothes.
Which is a really awesome perk. Under Armor, T-shirts, gym shorts, and jeans forever.
When Coach dismisses me, I head into the locker room to stash my bag before heading to the field for conditioning. Several of the team members pat me on the shoulder and congratulate me on making the team—for some of them, it’s the first time they’ve actually spoken to me away from the field.
The sense of finally earning my spot and being welcomed by seasoned players makes my pride swell and pumps me up for practice today. I can’t slack off now. I need to prove to them that I’m worth the time, money, investment, and faith they’ve put into giving me a spot on the roster.
“Kistler,” I hear a voice say from behind me.
I turn and see that it’s Jax Montgomery. Holy crap. Deeks wasn’t lying.
“Hey,” I say to the quarterback.
“I heard the good news. Congrats, man.”
“Thank you so much. I’m excited to be a part of the team.”
“We’re excited to have you. You’ve been killing it out there this summer.”
“Thanks,” I say, feeling self-conscious talking to Jax freaking Montgomery off the field for the first time. I’m used to being around NFL players—my dad is close friends with many of his former teammates—and most of my brothers’ friends are current players. But there’s something commanding and powerful about Jax. Maybe because he’s the first quarterback I’m playing with as a professional.
“My wife and I are having a party on Saturday. Nothing fancy, just a casual cookout. If you’re free, you should come by.”
There it is: an invite to a team party from the quarterback.
“I’d love to come. My fiancée, Courtney, is coming to visit this weekend. Is it okay if she comes too?”
“Of course,” Jax says. “Looking forward to meeting her.”
I nod, trying to hide the huge smile threatening to plaster itself on my face.
“Come on,” Jax says, smacking me on the back. “Let’s get out there and get to it.”
Courtney
I land at Louis Armstrong Airport in New Orleans with more nerves than I had during the flight.
Having five kids—four of them boys—made taking vacations hard for my parents, so we went on car trips, and we never went very far. Before today, I’d never flown, and thought that I might throw up when the plane took off.
But now that we’ve landed and I’m going to see my fiancé, whom I haven’t seen in weeks, I’m excited and giddy and, well, turned on. The thought of throwing my arms around him and feeling all of that brawny muscle and running my hands up and down his body while kissing him… Yeah .
I’ve thought so much about him that I went on a secret shopping trip and picked up some sexy underwear for this trip.
Because I think I’m ready.
Maybe.
Sometimes I think I’m ready. Other times I still feel very intimidated and afraid of sex.
But Adam is my fiancé. He adores me. I love him. I want to have sex with him.
My issue is that wanting something and being prepared for
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