Scored(71)
I run to her, uncaring that this moment is ruined because I’m nowhere near the cameras or the flowers when I get to her.
She leaps into my arms and I catch her, purposefully falling to the ground as she covers my face with kisses. “I’m here. I’m here,” she says as the stadium erupts into howls and applause.
“You tackled me like a boss, bright eyes.”
“You loved it.”
“I love you.”
She lifts her head. “My answer is yes because I love you, too. I want the world to know that I, Paige Amelia Owens, am completely, head over heels in love with the best tight end in the NFL.”
“The best, huh?” I grab the back of her head and pull her down for another kiss. “I knew you couldn’t stay away.”
“Well, the sex in the ladies’ room at the country club helped sway me. I mean, how do I say no to orgasms like that?”
“Uh, baby, the mic is hot.”
She pulls away. “It’s what?”
“It’s on.”
Her eyes go as round as saucers and her mouth drops, but then she does what I love and starts giggling. “I’m just being honest, Dallas, and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with complimenting my future husband’s bedroom skills as much as his football ones.” Then she drops her head to my chest and whispers, “Can we go somewhere private where I won’t make a fool of myself?”
“As soon as we say hello to my family, your sister, and my teammates.”
“Fun.” She giggles again, and I roll us to our feet. As soon as she stands, I get down on one knee and hold out the ring I’ve been holding onto the entire time.
“I know you’ve already said yes, but I want to do things the right way.” I clear my throat and glance at the herd of people heading our way. “Will you marry me?”
She nods, holding out her hand, and I slide the ring on. Once it’s secure, I jump to my feet and kiss the future Mrs. Drake.
EPILOGUE
Dallas
One week later
An hour into the party, Paige walks into the ballroom of the Franklin-Hayes House, wearing my ring and looking so beautiful that my heart aches to hold her. I don’t have to wait very long, because she spies me in the crowd and walks straight to me, no longer shy about us in public.
She presses a kiss to my cheek and puts her arm though mine. “What do you think of the turnout?”
“I think we’re going to blow last year’s contributions out of the water.”
She smiles. “There are a few reporters who want to interview you. They are waiting by the fountain.”
I start to let go of her, but I stop myself. “Come with me.”
“Do I have to say anything?”
“Only that you’re marrying me.”
She blushes. “The entire world knows I’m marrying you.”
“Yeah, maybe, but I like hearing it.”
She tips up her chin, her blue eyes so bright I’m temporarily blinded. “I’m marrying you, Dallas Drake, right after you win the Super Bowl.”
“I like the way you think, future Mrs. Drake.”
Her smile makes my heart slam against my chest. “Just wait until I tell you what I want to do when the night is over.”
Paige’s eyebrow rises as she looks at me questioningly.
I lower my voice and dip my head so I can whisper in her ear. “Let’s skip the interviews for now and find a janitor’s closet… so I can tell your pussy how good it tastes.” I tug on her arm, and she willingly comes with me. “You don’t mind, do you?”
Her smile is bold and happy. “No, I was planning on scoring with you tonight anyway.”
I wink at her, smirking. “You can score with me anytime you want for the rest of our lives, bright eyes.”
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