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But now, I have another delicacy in front of me as I lick and suck, and I focus on that instead of the memories of last night. She reaches down, running her hands through my hair while I keep licking, dipping my tongue deep inside her before finding the hard jewel at the top, and nibble on her clit. My lips bring her hips off the bed, and she's crying out softly, groaning and grinding up into my face, calling my name in a shaky, quivering voice.

"Ty . . . Tyler," she gasps, her breath catching as she's on the edge of coming. I lick faster, and bring a finger up to stroke at her while I lick, sliding inside her just as she reaches her peak. With a strangled cry, she comes, soaking my face in her juices and wailing breathlessly before sagging into the mattress, spent.

I crawl up next to April, kissing her skin tenderly until I'm looking into her dark, nearly black eyes, and I stroke her hair. "Good morning, beautiful."

"Is that what I can expect if I stay over?" April asks, a still shocked expression on her face.

"You sleep naked like, and that might be exactly what happens," I tease lightly, then lean in. April kisses me, first with a bit of hesitation and then with open tenderness, and reaches down to my hip, trying to find my cock. "Uh-uh. Not before practice, and besides, I told you . . . that was all for you."

"You're going to spoil me," April replies, kissing me again. "At least let me make breakfast, then? If not, I'm going to feel like I'm taking advantage of you."

"Deal," I reply. "Past two days, I've been eating reheated takeout and breakfast cereal, and lunch has been . . . not exactly balanced athlete's food."

"Well, I can at least make you some eggs to go with that cereal," April says, stroking my cheek. "Thank you. For our date, for last night, for this morning . . . for everything."

"You make it sound like this is going to be a one time thing," I say, trying to be nonchalant. "You planning on dumping me after only two dates?"

April shakes her head and smiles. "No. Just . . . never mind. Let me go make some breakfast. Did you actually buy any food, or am I just going to see condiments and takeout containers?"

"Yeah, of course," I reply, kind of embarrassed. I have actually been to a grocery store, but I doubt what April finds in the fridge and kitchen is going to improve her outlook on my culinary skills. "At least . . . a little bit."



"All right guys, tomorrow is our second preseason game," Coach Blanchard says, looking around the assembled conference room. There are thirty-four guys in the room, and at least a dozen of the guys around me know that they're going to be cut or put on the ten practice team slots within the next two weeks.

"We're playing Ottawa, which is a good thing, since it gives us a first look at who we're playing in week three of the regular season. So keep your eyes open tomorrow. There's bound to be some new things they'll be trying out on defense, even if they keep it pretty basic like we will."

The lights dim, and Coach walks us through the one hour of video. I've watched this same video at least a dozen times over the past week, either in meetings or in my apartment, and I can actually predict the next play that's being shown before Coach announces it.

I tune out him as he shifts to special teams, which is a bigger part of Canadian football than the American game, and my mind drifts to April. She's on my mind constantly now, but instead of it being a distraction, I've found it a good thing the past few days. Seeing her around the stadium, or when she and I have "work meetings," I've started to find a sort of inner peace that I haven't felt in a long time.

Being with her is kind of like being with a long lost friend. We've had lunch together every day since the first night, and while she hasn't stayed at my apartment since that first time, I can see it in her eyes, she wants to.

I didn't get a lot of playing time our first preseason game last week, Coach wants to keep me under wraps and have me be fully comfortable before he unleashes me on the other teams. Still, in three series with the first string offense, I threw for a touchdown and had nearly a hundred yards of passing . . . not too bad a start. This time though, I'm expecting to play most of the first half and maybe even into the third quarter, and to be honest, I'm excited.

The video session wraps up, and I leave the meeting room along with the rest of the offense. I see April in the hallway and wave, and she smiles, something that she's doing more and more often now. She's grown so much in only ten days, and I'm constantly taken off guard at how just how attracted to her I am.

"Hey," I greet her, stopping while the other guys go by. DeAndre gives me a little smirk, he's seen me and April around the area, I'm sure a lot of the guys have, but he's cool with it. He's a pro, and he sees that its not interfering with me on the field so far. "How was your morning?"

"I dropped off your laundry," April says with a little smile. I haven't found time to do my own laundry yet, so I asked April if she could recommend me a drop-off laundry service. Instead she just took my first big bag of clothes to the cleaner herself this morning. "The cleaner says he'll have them tonight, I can pick them up on the way home, bring it all to you in time for the game."

I laugh and lean in, whispering in her ear. "You know, you could always bring them by my place tonight."