Stone Creek by Davis, Lainey (reading diary .TXT) 📕

I ricochet off the immense figure before me, skidding across the floor in my khakis. "Serena, fuck, are you ok?"

Talon, larger than life in his pads and cleats, stoops to help me to my feet. I'm so surprised to see him that I can't speak, which he interprets as me being injured. He starts to look over my body, until I say, "I'm fine. Talon, I-- I was looking for you."

He meets my eyes and says, "I was looking for you, too. I saw you in the booth today."

I touch his leg, long and hard, his thigh muscles bulging from the tight football pants. "You were better than ever out there, Talon."

He reaches out a hand to stroke my cheek and I close my eyes, a single tear leaking free and rolling down onto his thumb. "I was so wrong, Serena. And I almost lost you."

I shake my head. "You never lost me, Talon. I've been right here."

"I owe you so much more than an apology, baby. When Coach told me everything, when he explained what you had to do to get rid of that asshole Jacobs…CJ had to hold me back. I got it in my head I was going to go kill him for touching you. Then I'd get drunk and convince myself you wanted him, that you were just using me to get to him."

I try to interject and tell him he's wrong, how I never thought about any other man once I was with him, but he says, "Sshh. I know. I know I was an idiot. I know that you are all in, baby. And then that fucking scared me more, because I'm all in, too. I'm 100% here for us and I have never been more afraid of anything in my entire life. God, letting myself open up to you? That scares me more than hurting my knee ever did. And I--"

"Talon!" I put my hands on his shoulders.

He raises an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"Shut up and kiss me."

EPILOGUE

Six Months Later

"Sanders!" Coach Adams roars into the headset from the sidelines at Stanford Stadium.

"Right here, boss," I say, waving to him from the booth.

"You feeling good about our special teams? I don't like the looks of that punter from Notre Dame."

I smile and reassure him the numbers don't lie. A month into my PhD program, and I've already earned the trust of the coaching staff here. Coach Burns bragged about me to a bunch of D1 coaches and I ended up getting accepted into six different graduate programs. As soon as Talon was drafted by the 49ers, though, I knew I was moving to California.

I'll never forget the day of the draft, sitting at Talon's parents' house with him, watching it on television with his agent on speaker phone. He says he was more nervous telling me he loves me for the first time, but I'm pretty sure that was about as tense as I'll ever see him.

My graduate assistantship keeps me with the football team pretty much throughout the season, which means I'm not as lonely missing Talon now that he's gone all the time for practices. We moved into our bay-side condo near Palo Alto but have barely unpacked. I keep reminding Talon we have the rest of our lives to get settled in, so it's ok if we do it one box at a time.

I check my phone at half-time to see a dozen missed calls and texts from him, but I don't have a chance to respond until the game is over and I've typed up my analysis. I'm about to lock the door of my office--I still get a thrill when I see that I have my own office!--when I feel someone slide up behind me in the hallway.

"I can't wait another second to taste you," he whispers. I know it's Talon. The smell of him, minty and familiar, fills the air around me and I feel his warm hands on my arms. He pulls me against his body, kissing my neck, and I feel every hard inch of him. His chest is like granite since he's been working out with the NFL staff, and his cock presses into my lower back.

I spin around in his arms and kiss him. "Shouldn't you be watching film or getting ready for your first professional football game?"

"Mmm," he moans against my lips. "That's what I did all day. Now I need to eat and restore my strength."

I shriek as he scoops me up, my legs around his waist, and barges through the door into my office. He plunks me on the edge of my desk and pushes up the hem of my khaki skirt. "I thought we were going to get nachos tonight for old time's sake," I say, lifting my hips for him as he wriggles my panties down my thighs.

"Later, Serena," Talon whispers, sliding his tongue up the sensitive skin of my inner legs. He slides a finger along my pulsing core and finds me wet with wanting. "Oohh, you are glad to see me." He chuckles and the rumble of his throat against my soft legs leaves me quaking.

I brace my hands on the edge of the desk as Talon kneels in front of me. He drapes my legs over his shoulders and licks me, hard and deep. His tongue rakes along my folds and he slides a long finger inside me. As he strokes my pleasure center and sucks at my clit, I feel an ocean of pleasure stirring within my body. My head drops back as I moan his name, but then, wanting to see him pleasuring me, I look between my legs.

Talon meets my eyes and I feel unbelievably turned on. Every day that passes with him, I know him more intimately. As his long fingers draw