Overtime: A NFL Romance

17: Get To Know Me

Miles stands under one of the three shower heads as I stand there, unable to get that girl out of my mind. They've probably fucked in here. In the bed. On the kitchen table. I want almost to burn the house down. "How long were you two together?" I ask, ready to begin our get-to-know-each-other journey.

"Two years. I met her when I moved here. She was friends with a girl who was dating a player." Wait. No way this is the same story as Amber and I. Interesting.

"How long were you engaged?"

Miles lathers his hair with shampoo, and I resist the urge to kiss him because I desperately want to know things about my boyfriend. I keep my distance from him in the horse-sized shower, though my body is craving his touch. "Two months. I went on vacation with my family to Florida, and she stayed here. She brought a guy from a bar back to my house and then fucked him in my bed. I caught her on my camera because she wasn't answering my texts and was curious." He pauses, "Don't worry, I burned everything in the house I thought he may have touched." Can he do that again, but with everything she touched? I'm throwing the mug she used away.

My eyes widened, "You have a camera in your bedroom?"

He smirks, putting his hair back under the water to wash out the soap, "No. I have a camera over the garage and in the backyard. Should I get a camera for the bedroom?" He takes a step towards me, "Have you ever made a sex tape?"

I bite my lip, take a step back, and point my finger at him. "Nope. Stay back. We are getting to know each other."

He laughs, reaching for me and pulling me against him, "We can do that and still be touching." I roll my eyes, resting my hands on his chest. "You didn't answer my question."

I huff, "No, Miles, I have not made a sex tape, but I wouldn't doubt if you had."

He dodges my answer if he had made one, "I think I could make millions off a sex tape of me. Especially if you were in it doing that thing with your tongue," he says with a wink.

"I'm pretty sure people would pay to watch you take a shit if you let them."

He laughs. "Probably. Do you have any siblings?"

"No. I'm an only child."

"I could have guessed that."

My mouth drops open, "How?"

"You've got a look that screams "I'm an only child." I don't know how to explain it. Don't worry, I have a younger sister." Dick.

"God bless her soul."

"You are just a sassy little thing this morning. I feel like you're going to bite me any second now." His hands move lower down my back towards my ass as he leans down to kiss the crook in my neck.

I stare at the ceiling, trying to ignore his hands on my body. "Sorry, seeing your drop-dead gorgeous ex walk into your house wasn't how I wanted to start my morning."

He looks back up at me, his hand pushing my wet hair behind my ear. Miles had the most perfect eyes. The perfect shade of blue. It is almost a mixture of a clear sky and the ocean. "I think you're more drop-dead gorgeous than her."

"You're my boyfriend. You have to say that."

"It's the truth. Another truth is that you make me harder than anyone before," he presses his hardening cock against me, making me gasp. "You do dangerous things to me, Julia."

"You probably say that to everyone."

He groans, his arms grabbing my triceps and shaking me lightly, "Baby, why can't you just accept that I actually like you?"

I sigh, resting my head on his chest, "It's just hard to believe someone like you wants me." It truly is hard to wrap my mind around the fact that this man chose me. A nobody. Wouldn't he want someone who is more like him? Famous?

He scoffs, "What do you mean someone like me?"

"You're the most desirable, handsome man in America. You can have any woman you want. Why me?"

"Well, baby, not everyone quite makes the first impression you did. Had me from the get-go. You were unforgettable, calling me a stripper. And when I saw you the second time at the charity event, I knew there had to be a reason we were put in the same room once again." I smile against his chest before reaching up to kiss him passionately like I never have before. Him admitting that to me almost made me cry.

The feeling of being wanted. There is nothing like it. Words can't explain how it makes me feel. Full.

"I'm pruny," I admit, pulling back from him and looking at my shriveled-up fingers. How long had we even been in here? It feels like forever.

We both climb out of the shower and dry off. "now that we've had a heart-to-heart, can we do something about my cock?"

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We lie on the couch, snuggled together after finally being ready for the day. I rest my head on his chest as I continue to ask a million questions about his life. "What were you going to do if you hadn't made it to the NFL?"

"I planned on working in construction and maybe building houses. I got a degree in management, but part of me always knew I was going pro, so I did nothing beyond that."

"Well, you surely have an eye for renovation. Your house is beautiful. I wish I could have seen this place before the remodel." Everything in this house was thought so well. There were so many details I would have never thought of adding, but he did.

"Oh, trust me. It was a dump. It needed a lot more than TLC. It hardly even looked like a house."

I begin to think about how old this house must be for it to deteriorate like he said. "Do you know if someone's died here?"

"I'm not sure about in the house, but I know someone died in the old barn I had torn down."

"Have you had any ghost encounters?" Paranormal activity interested me, but if it happened to me, I would flip out. I'd be out of here in a flash. No, thank you.

He chuckles, "No, but I'm pretty sure whoever passed was glad I saved the house. This property would have probably been bulldozed and turned into a neighborhood if I hadn't bought it." He traces the bones in my hand with his fingers, "Tell me a secret."

"Hmm," I say, thinking of something private he wouldn't know. "I still want you to strip tease me on a stage. You tell me a secret."

"I had a sex dream about you last night that we fucked on the football field."

I gasped, lightly pushing his shoulder, "No, you did not."

"It's a fantasy of mine."

"To fuck in front of a hundred thousand people? Christ, you are full of yourself." I begin to think about being on all fours on the turf as Miles drills into me from behind; my back arches as he goes deeper and deeper. Everyone's watching and hearing me moan for him and—

Shit. He's right. That is hot.

He rolls his eyes, "Tell me you don't have a fantasy."

"Of course, I have a fantasy. I want to join the mile-high club." Not many people can say they've had sex in an airplane bathroom, but I want to be one of them. I just have no clue how they find a way to do it.

His hands grip my waist as he groans, "Fuck. I can make that one happen. This was a horrible idea to bring up. Why don't you come sit on top of me?"

"I literally gave you a blowjob like twenty minutes ago." This boy's hormones are out of control.

"Didn't I already confess to you that you make me the horniest man alive?"