Double Coverage (11 page)

“Stay here, Bobby. Stay with us. We need you. Trig and I need you, Bobby. Stay for a week.” The plea in her voice twisted in his gut. The truth in her words tore him apart.

“I’d rather have forever. I need forever.” A tear trickled down Bullet’s cheek. He swiped it away hastily.

“Stay forever, Bullet.” Trigger didn’t know what ached more, their loving eyes on him or the thought of losing either of them. “Stay with Kailey and me forever. Bullet, Trigger, and Kailey forever—that’s how it should be.”

“I can do forever.” Bullet smiled then, Trig could tell his world was suddenly spinning out of control—which was just the way Bullet liked it. “What was it we were about to do?”

“You are going to bake cinnamon rolls; Trig is going to clean up this mess; and I’m going to get a shower. After I’m clean and fed, I will think of new ways to get dirty, and we can start all over again.”

“Christ, I think I love this woman, Trig. What do you think, should we keep her?” Bullet laughed. Trig simply stared at her, a silly look on his face.

“I think that is the best idea you’ve ever had, Bullet.”

Epilogue

“Go long, Bullet,” Trigger shouted over the sound of the waves. He took the ball and dropped his weight onto one leg, drawing the ball back, slowly moving forward and back again while Bullet took off down the beach, his legs pumping hard in the soft sand. Then Trigger let the ball fly high and long. It spiraled on the wind, dropping into Bullet’s outstretched hands.

Five years full of memories soared on the air with that ball. Five years of bliss she’d never imagined could happen to her. Five years of living with two beautiful men, giving them much more than her body and her heart. She’d given them children, a family.

They’d built careers for themselves in New Orleans. Trig moved into private practice and continued to volunteer his time at the free clinic. She no longer taught school; instead she did occasional work for a local museum, preferring the Indiana Jones lifestyle when her time and children allowed.

Bullet had become the cornerstone of a powerful football dynasty. One that took him away from them for large amounts of time. But she cherished the reunions. The last one in February when she and Trigger had nearly missed their flight to Miami to see him play his final game. Bullet had been so full of nervous energy she hadn’t gotten inside the door before he was buried deep inside her. God, she was going to miss those reunions.

“So, Kailey, when are you and Trig going to get married?” Sarah Beth sat in the sand surrounded by a bunch of children building a sand castle, her eyes following the men on the beach.

“We haven’t discussed marriage, Sarah Beth. We’re so busy chasing after children, we can barely find the time to sleep much less plan a wedding.” Kailey used the one excuse that tended to halt the wedding talk.

“Seems you can find time for baby making.” Jennifer, bitter as ever, sat on the chaise on the other side of the sand castle pit, her gaze floating to Kailey’s round belly. “Surely you’ve heard of birth control, Kailey?”

“Sure, I’ve heard of it, but you know, Jen, I’m not getting any younger. I thought I’d get the reproducing portion of the program out of the way while there’s still time.” Jen was childless, working on her second divorce, still scheming to get Bullet into her bed, still staring daggers at Kailey every time Bullet was nearby.

Three little faces looked up at her. Carly, her four-year-old daughter with dark brown curls and a heart-shaped face, dumped a bucket of sand on twenty-seven-month-old Jack with his sandy blond hair and impish features. Baby Hayden sat on Sarah Beth’s lap. He offered her a slobbery toy with one hand and pulled her hair with the other. His hair was dark like his father’s, with temper to match.

“Mama, make Jack stop knocking the castle over.” Speaking of her father’s temper, Carly let out a wail of dismay.

“Honey, Jack didn’t mean to. He’s only trying to help.” Trig swept in, taking the little girl in his arms and settling in to help rebuild the demolished sand pile. Her green eyes, still petulant, turned up to meet his, her lips pouty because Trig had taken her brother’s side.

“Daddy, you’re doing it wrong. Watch me.” Carly patiently shoveled sand into the bucket and then tipped it over. Her face wilted when the sand fell apart.

“How’s the little mama?” Bullet scooted into the chaise behind her, sprinkling sand over her as he rubbed her round belly. “How are the twinsies doing in there?”

“Five, Kailey. Five kids. Don’t you think that’s overdoing it a bit?” Heather M with her two little boys—one almost five, the other three—looked startled, her eyes darting back and forth between Trigger and Bullet, waiting for fireworks. There were none.

“Yes, well, after the twins, my baby factory is officially closed, and my bed is off-limits to anyone who hasn’t had the snip-snip,” she said specifically for Trig’s benefit. He just wrinkled his nose at her.

Stubborn man.

“There’s still plenty of time between now and then, Sugar. Lots of time.” Trigger pulled Hayden into his lap. The baby’s little mouth stretched wide in a yawn.

“I don’t know, man, four months isn’t that much time at all. It’s going to take a couple of months before you’re sure it took and let’s not talk about the swelling and the soprano voice.” Bullet laughed at his friend.

“See, Bullet knows. Bullet, you’re welcome in my bed any time.” She pressed a playful kiss on his cheek, smiling when he swelled to life behind her.

“But, Bullet, don’t you want to have children?” Jennifer sat up on the chaise, her eyes large. “You’re still young.”

“Who says I don’t already have children, Jen? It’s not like I’ve been a monk all these years.” His large hand stroked her belly. She knew the twins wiggling inside were his. She’d known the second they’d been made—on Super Bowl Sunday just hours before Bullet had won his second ring, then promptly retired. She’d known who had fathered all of her children before they were living, breathing beings.

Carly was Trig’s daughter, complete with his dark hair, fair skin, and serious personality. Baby Hayden was his also, though his personality at fourteen months old was sometimes more Bullet than Trigger. Jack with his boundless energy, fair hair, and golden skin was all Bullet. The twins—both girls—would look much the same.

“Hey there, buddy,” Bullet said when Jack crawled over her to get to him. At almost two and a half he was
finally
starting to talk,
dada
being his favorite word and person. “What ya got there? A bucket? Do you have a bucket? Don’t hit your mama with a bucket, Jack. That’s not nice.”

“Oh, oh, ooohhh.” Sarah Beth looked between the three of them, taking in the blue-eyed child with boundless energy, her voice surprised—then understanding dawned. “Kailey, I—Oh wow, Kailey … they are all beautiful children.”

“Thank you,” she said, her eyes serious as she connected with Sarah Beth. Sarah Beth nodded her unspoken request.

“What children, Bullet? You don’t have any children. We would have heard about it. You’d be parading them around for the entire world to see. You like showing off your things. Look at that house you bought in New Orleans. You took a television crew through there. Trig and Kailey were the only ones living with you at the time, no baby mama. And that house down the beach, just for you and Trig’s family. I thought after you retired, you’d be ready to settle down.” Jennifer’s voice rose in pitch as she spoke, sheer panic driving her to finally speak out.

“Honey, I’m as settled as I’m going to get. The Bullet is retired. I have everything I want—a couple of kids, a good woman, a best friend, and my knees—thank God, I still have my knees. Little Bullet is retired too. No more women trying to get pregnant just to get in my bank account. I’m not getting married, but I’m not on the market either, Jen, so stop embarrassing yourself and go look for husband number three somewhere else.”

Jen glared at him and stormed off, kicking sand in her wake, leaving Sarah Beth and Heather behind, their mouths agape as they watched her storm away. A smile played on Heather’s mouth, but neither woman spoke.

“Hey, Trigger, I think it’s time we took these little guys home. Hayden over there looks like he could use a nap.” Bullet gathered up Jack in his arms and helped Kailey to her feet. “Come on, Carly, grab your gear.”

“But, Daddy, I don’t want a nap. I’m a big girl now. I don’t take naps like babies do,” she shouted at Bullet, but Trigger intercepted her.

“It’s been a long day, baby. Let’s all go take a nap, and then we’ll go see grandma and grandpa and play in their pool. Okay, baby?”

“Okay, Daddy.” She grabbed her bucket, stuffing her floaties inside with the shovel, her towel thrown over her head, and a look of mischief in her eyes. “Go long,” she yelled just before she took off down the beach.

“Damn, look at that girl go. Sugar, are you sure she’s not mine?” Bullet asked after Trig, holding sleeping Hayden like a football, took off after her. He caught her just before she hit the surf.

“Sometimes, Bobby, I’m not sure she’s even mine. Hey there, Baby Jack, want to come to mommy? My sweet baby Jack. Look at that sweet baby.” She tucked her son against her breast and waddled off down the beach, Bullet fast on her heels carrying the baby bag and cooler in one arm. He draped the other over her shoulders. They joined Trigger, who wrapped his one free arm around her waist. With Carly two steps ahead of them, they walked home, leaving the women sitting on the beach, their mouths wide in surprise.

That night at the reunion banquet, the Morgan-Whitmore-Brady family was a no show, and most likely the talk of the reunion.

Kailey didn’t care. She was happily sated, lying between her two most favorite people in the world, listening to the blessed silence of children visiting doting grandparents.

“You know, Bullet, I think you like shocking people. Wasn’t it enough that you told everyone in America you were retiring after the Super Bowl to spend more time with your children and family? Did you have to let that bunch of harpies in on our secret this afternoon?” Trigger ran his hand over Kailey’s belly, moving over to caress Bullet’s hip to take the sting off his words. “Why not just announce it to the whole world and be done with it.”

“Give me the word, and I will gladly shout it from the rooftops, Trigger. I’m in love with my best friend and our beautiful lady. We have three beautiful children with two more on the way. I can’t be any happier than if I’d won the Super Bowl. Oh wait, I did that too. Damn, my life is just about perfect. I can’t help but want to share it with the world.” His fingers trailed over Kailey’s breasts, making her gasp. His cock pressing against her backside had her panting before he moved on to stroke Trigger into life. “Of course, I could think of something that would make me happy right now.”

“Bullet, don’t you ever get enough?” She rolled on her back between them, her body in flames as the pleasuring began. Lips and fingers and hot molten kisses entwined to make her the happiest woman in the world.

“How can I ever get enough of these tits?” Bullet lifted her swollen breasts to his greedy lips, nipping slightly just to watch her eyes go molten. “Trigger, her pussy is throbbing, just waiting for your tongue. Oh God, that is more like it. Lick her, Trigger. Make her scream.”

And she did.

Thank God for irresistible, insatiable men.

The End

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