"I want to," I offer before leaning over, grabbing the base of his thick cock.

I swirl my tongue over the head feeling empowered when he growls his approval. His hands lace into my hair. He doesn't force me to do anything, just holds me. I take him in my mouth loving the feel of his silky, rock hard dick.

"Baylor," he warns.

Driving him crazy like this has just become my favorite past time. I begin moving up and down him. I never reach the base not wanting an embarrassing moment of gagging. I add teeth and suck harder when he begins to buck up into my mouth.

"Enough. Enough, baby, stop."

My nails dig into the flesh of his thighs, telling him I have no plans of stopping. I suck him harder and even take him deeper when his growls continue. I feel him pulse once before he's trying to pry me from him, but I don't budge a bit welcoming his release into my mouth. I don't let go until I have him licked clean.

Once satisfied and my appetite for State is curbed, I climb back up his body, and collapse into his chest. His strong arms wrap around me pulling me in closer.

"Baylor." He strokes my hair down my back.

"Yeah?"

"I want you to come to my opening home game."

I raise my head to look up at him. My gut twists. I knew this was coming and it was going to be a point of contention. I don't want to go. The team party was my limit. Will the Burnett family be there? Will I have an anxiety attack? I'll be sitting alone the whole game. The same thoughts and questions have attacked me for the last month. I want to be there, but will I be able to?

"My parents will be there and I want you to meet them."

I want to puke.

"Please." He continues to brush my hair.

I bite my bottom lip and realize love is going to have to outweigh my fears. It's the way life works. I have to quit being the victim of life and free myself.

I stroke his chest with pointer finger. "I'll go."

"You will?" He holds me up from his chest.

I laugh at his bated excitement. "Yes, State. I'm nervous, but I'll go because I love you. You love football and I guess I want to see you kick ass in real time."

"Real time? Have you been Googling me?"

"Maybe?" I shrug.

"Nice." He smiles brightly.

"You're vicious out on the field."

"Yeah," he nods. "It's going to be even worse knowing my girl will be there."

I shake my head at his King Titan attitude. The man has always devoured the game. Deep down, buried way under all my insecurities, I'm excited to watch him.

Eighteen.

"Do you have your charger?"

"Yes."

"Did you check the spare for your car?"

"Yes." I pull up my thick curly hair into a messy bun and then secure it with an orange headband.

"Pepper spray?"

"Miss Tami, I'm going to a football game not into combat."

Rowe and Tami stand in the doorway watching me get ready. You'd think she was sending her little girl off into the big wide world. Well, in a way I guess she is. This is a huge step for me. I'm busting out of my environment throwing all care to the wind. I thought I'd be sick from nerves when I woke up this morning, but they've never come.

Rowe chews on her little nails. I know she's nervous. I've been very open about going to a football game since State asked a week and a half ago. I haven't seen him since that night, other than FaceTime.

"Baylor." I turn to see Rowe's nervous face.

"Yes." I kneel down in front of her.

"I made this for you, and one for State."

She opens her palm to show me a two handmade braided bracelets. She used orange, white, and blue thread.

"I wanted to make them pink, but Miss Tami helped me."

"They're gorgeous." I pull her into a tight hug.

I immediately tie the delicate bracelet on my wrist. Tears swell up in my eyes.

"I love you, Rowe. I love you so darn much. I'll always be here for you. I'll never leave you. Do you hear me?"

She nods her head, beaming brightly back at me.

"State is going to love this."

"Do you think he can wear it during the game. Miss Tami said he might be on TV."

"I'll try to get it to him. I'm sure he'll wear it to the next game for sure. Are you going to watch the game?"

She shrugs. "Maybe."

"You are the strongest, bravest, and very prettiest princess ever."

"With Pop Tarts on top?"

"With cherry-berry Pop Tarts on top."

It's harder to leave the house than I thought it would be. I want to cuddle with Rowe in my chair and hold her as she watches her first football game. I am so in love with that little girl. I crank Sam Smith on the drive and focus on the game. State let me know he wouldn't be able to text me on game day. He focuses on the game with the team.

Picturing him in full game mode brooding in all of his sexiness makes me squirm in the seat. I have to focus on that and not everything else that might happen today.

Finding parking at the stadium is rocket science. There are signs everywhere with people in orange vests waving parking wands everywhere. I follow instructions having no clue where to go. State sent me a parking pass, reassuring me it was a prime spot. I flash one of the parking attendants the pass and he waves me on. I roll past the large parking spot creeping closer to the stadium. I find the spot numbered one hundred twenty-seven with his last name "Blake" under it.

He was right about the parking spot. I'm only left with a short walk until I'm in a long line of a sea of blue and orange. I tug on the jersey that was also tucked in the box with the parking pass. He sent three jerseys with his name and number on them. Rowe was wearing hers when I left.

I fiddle with the bracelet on my wrist while shifting from foot to foot. I have no clue if I'm sitting with his parents or all by myself. I really hope I can enjoy the game solo without having the pressure of meeting the parents.

I get through security and use the restroom. I opt for a soda and pass on the aroma of the stadium food wafting through the air. It nearly killed me to pass on the hand-dipped corn dogs. My favorite.

My jaw drops when I step down the first step into the stadium. It's huge and powerful just like State Blake. It's an electric sea of Kelly green turf. I've never been a fan of green, but I'm instantly in love. I study the intricate white painted lines on the field and also the blue and orange mascot in the center.

I step down the stairs carefully following the alphabet as I go, in search of row D. Considering I started up at Z it was a long jot. I'm heading smack dab for the fifty-yard line behind the hometown bench.

"Baylor." A feminine voice hollers out my name.

Shading my eyes with my hand, I look up to see Shayne waving at me. I relax seeing a familiar face.

"Your seat is over here." She points next to her.

"Hey." I wave awkwardly when I approach her.

"You're sitting with me."

"Excellent." I run my palm down the front of my shorts drying off the nerves. "I'm glad to see you here."

"Right back at you," she beams at me. "I'm forced to be at every home game, and not being forced to sit with my mother surrounded by the teammates family and women is a treat. I could kiss State."

My spine stiffens with her last words, but know it's just an expression.

"I was worried I'd be sitting with State's parents."

Shayne lets out a loud laugh. "Oh honey, they're up in the box with my mom. They are too good for these seats."

"Oh."

"Hear you get to meet them tonight."

I nod wondering just how close her and State are. She picks up on my confusion and growing anxiety.

"Ryder and I are...well, I don't know what we are."

"Nice." And everything just went awkward.

"My dad would flip his lid. Nothing has happened between us, but it's complicated."

"I'm sorry."

Her voice is sad and her shoulders slump in defeat. I feel for the girl. There's definite tension between her and her parents.

"What do you study?" I finally ask her as the fans pour into the stadium.

"Sports medicine."

"Nice. Are you an athlete?"

"I am." She sits up a little taller. Her pride radiates off of her. "I'm on the gymnastics team."

"Really? I teach dance for extra money."

"Sweet. I've always loved gymnastics. I've spent more time in the gym than at my own home. My dad always wanted me to be in a more jock-ish sport."

"Are you kidding? Gymnastics takes tons of strength and dedication."

"Try telling my meat head father," she rolls her eyes. "Do you go to college?"

I start telling her about my collage of jobs and my online schooling. Speaking about my three jobs makes me realize that I do work too much. The booming sound of a fast-paced song fills the stadium. Everyone jumps to their feet, so I follow looking around to see what's happening.

Shayne nudges me in the ribs and points to a tunnel where smoke rolls out of it. "State leads the team out. He'll be the first one you see."

A bundle of nerves coil low in my belly. I've never seen him on the field and I couldn't be any more excited. My hips begin swaying to the song Shots as the smoke continues to bellow. Shayne squeals, beginning to move with me, and before I know it we are both in a full-blown dance.

Everyone surrounding me seems to be just as into the music and environment. It makes me feel comfortable. The anticipation of seeing State run out of the tunnel leading his team, multiplies.

The song switches to a thumping song with hard beats of hip-hop. It sends chills up my skin. The crowd grows louder until only the sound of the bass of the song can be heard. My whole body hums with excitement. Then there he is with a sledgehammer raised above his head sprinting out onto the field. The crowd increases their cheering.

I join along, hopping up and down on my toes, screaming for State. It's not like he can hear me, but it's years of missing him and now watching him live out his own dreams on the field. He leads his team to the center of the field. They circle around him, bend over, and begin swaying side-to-side before they jolt from the circle.

All the players have their hands raised pumping to the crowd while jogging over to the sideline. State takes off his helmet showcasing the smile that covers his face. His vision darts right to me and I wave like a maniac. His smile grows even wider before he winks and waves at me.

I melt on the damn spot. I'm so madly in love with the man, it's insane. I blow him a kiss and then cringe at how cheesy the gesture was. He throws his head back and laughs.

"He's so in love with you," Shayne whispers in my ear.

I nearly forgot she was sitting next to me. I was so wrapped up in the moment.

"Uh?" I turn to face her.

"We've heard nothing but things about Baylor since the day he stepped on the field as a freshman. So many women have flocked to him, but not one of them ever won him over."

Now my smile matches the one State flashed me. I turn back to the field watching State and two teammates go to the center of the field. They win the coin toss, deferring the choice. I clap even though I'm confused as hell.