Shielding Lily (14 page)

“
L
ily
, I’m home!” I call through the small apartment.

We’ve been on campus for a few months and we’ve gotten into a routine. At first I wasn’t able to handle being away from her so much during the day, but we found a way to make it work. I meet up with her several times a day, and we always have all of our meals together. Breakfast, lunch and dinner, she’s by my side.

So I’m surprised that, when I come home to walk to lunch together, she’s not here. I walk around the apartment twice and start to panic until I see a note on the counter.

Ren,

Had to run and pick up a notebook at the bookstore. Meet me in the cafeteria.

Love, your Lily.

I smile to myself before tucking the note in my pocket and hurrying across campus. I had training this morning, and I don’t always have my phone on me, so she must have left me a note knowing I’d come straight home to get her. I was running late, but I can’t have missed her by too much, so I hustle, thinking I can probably scoop her up in the bookstore. Literally.

By the time I get there, I’m a little sweaty, but I don’t care. And I know my Lily doesn’t. Looking around the store, I check down the aisles and when I spot her, my fists clench.

She’s so fucking gorgeous, and I can already see some curves forming on her body since we’ve been together. When I first met her she was so skinny and slight, but I’ve been keeping her fed and it’s starting to show. She’s wearing flip-flops with cut-off jean shorts and a tank top. So much of her skin is exposed she might as well be naked. And the guy standing next to her getting an eyeful is probably picturing the same thing.

“Step away from my wife, asshole!” I shout, and the guy snaps his head up to me.

Lily looks up from the notebook she’s got in her hands, and I can practically hear her eye-roll.

I stomp down to where she is and pull her into my arms, then move her behind me. The guy slowly backs away, and I stand there growling. “Yeah, keep it moving.”

When he’s gone, I turn around to see Lily with her hands on her hips. My eyes go to her hard nipples, which I can see through the fabric of her tank, and I’m about to blow my gasket.

“Are you not wearing a bra?” I whisper through clenched teeth.

She looks down as if just now realizing she forgot to put one on, and I see pink hit her cheeks. “You’re such a caveman,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest.

I scoop her up, throw her over my shoulder, and march her little ass out of here.

“This is so embarrassing, Ren,” she says, hitting my ass.

“Don’t care. You’re my wife. Nobody gets to see what’s mine.”

“Ren, half the girls here are dressed skimpier than I am. It’s college.”

“I don’t see any woman but you, so don’t tell me what other people are wearing. I don’t give a fuck.”

I carry her all the way back to our apartment while she fights me the whole way. But when we get back and I tear off her shorts, I eat her pussy until she agrees with me.

I’m good like that.

“
I
’m going
to get a drink. You want one?” I ask Ren, standing up on my tippy toes to do so. He turns a little to look down at me, his hand squeezing mine.

“You’re thirsty? I’ll get you another. I didn’t see you were out.” He looks down at the empty champagne glass in my hand, and I can tell he’s irritated he didn’t notice sooner.

I hate to see him get upset. It’s just a drink. Everyone is trying to talk to him, and I’d wanted to step back and let him have a moment on his own. But he hasn’t let go of my hand since we got here. Hasn’t since he left the stadium and scooped me up outside the players’ exit. The hotel was only a mile away and it took me half a mile to talk him into putting me down. Janet and Rick laughed the whole way.

“Stay. I got it,” I say, and his eyes narrow like I’m crazy for saying that. “The bar is right there.” I glance over at the hotel bar behind us.

I’ve been twenty-one barely a few days. I’d actually had my first drink on the plane out here to the National Championship with Janet. Both his parents and I flew out together to catch the game. The two of them had already gone up to their hotel room to escape the chaos and partying that’s going on here. Everyone is celebrating. I’m on my third glass of champagne and want another.

“Ren, honey, I got it,” I push, sliding my hand from his. He finally lets go, but not before placing a kiss on my lips. It’s soft but possessive, telling me not to leave his line of sight.

I turn and make my way to the bar to wait in the line, and I can feel his eyes on me. I look over my shoulder at him as a man in a suit snags his attention. They keep popping out of everywhere. The line takes longer than I expect, and when I finally get my glass of champagne I see two blondes have tried to slide into my place.

I have to bite back a laugh at the miserable look on Ren’s face as I see them jabber next to him. His jaw clenches, and I know I need to get over there. One reaches up like she is about to put her hand on his chest, and his face drops into a deadly scowl. I giggle as the girl’s hand stops in midair. Ren doesn’t like to be touched unless it’s by his family or he’s clobbering someone on the field.

I down my drink in three big gulps, setting it back down onto the bar, then go over to him. I know we’ll be leaving very soon. I can tell his patience has worn thin.

“Move!” he barks, making one of the girls jump out of the way. He thrusts his hand out for me. I take it and he pulls me into his body, wrapping his arm around me in a tight hold. The possessive action says it all.

“God, you smell good,” he says as he kisses the top of my head. “Their perfume is giving me a headache.”

“Hey!” one of the girls says indignantly.

Ren goes on ignoring them. I know their type, and I ignore them, too. It’s the best way to handle them. In college all the girls know Ren wants nothing to do with them in any way. Not flirting, not as friends, nothing. It took a few games in the beginning to get it, but in the end Ren’s growls won out. Or maybe it was him always running off field and picking me up. Him holding me like a doll and making out with me. But this is a new city, a whole new state, and they’ve just won the Championship.

But I don’t care. Ren actually gets worked up when girls hit on him. He gets madder than me about it and ends up going all caveman with me, trying to show that he has a wife. Like he’s utterly offended the whole world doesn’t know he’s married. I have a feeling that’s about to happen.

“Anyway, like I was saying…” My gaze moves to the suit speaking to Ren. He looks at me and his lips curve. “You must be—” he says.

“And I’m done.” Ren cuts everyone off. I drop my head, trying to hide my drunken giggle. I know what’s coming. I’m a little surprised when I’m lifted and cradled to his chest. I normally get the over-the-shoulder
move when his caveman breaks out.

“Are you hurt from the game?” I ask, laying my head on his shoulder and ignoring the hoots and hollers from the guys on the team. I actually like a lot of the guys he plays with. They are always really nice to me, and they appreciate when I drag Ren out to a few parties they’ve put on. He’d say he didn’t want to go, but once he gets there he loves to dance with me. Or maybe he just likes watching me dance. Either way, we have fun. We always do when we we’re together.

“No, I’m fine.”

“You don’t usually pick me up like this, so I thought something must be wrong.”

“You’ve been drinking. I didn’t want to upset your stomach.”

“You’re always thinking about me,” I whisper, moving my lips to his neck. I nibble at him. He grunts, and I try to mimic the sound. He laughs at my attempts. Before I know it we’re in our hotel room and he’s tossing me on the bed.

“As much as I love seeing my name on you, take it all off. You know how I want you,” Ren says as he starts pulling at his own clothes.

I take my jersey off, smiling at him. It has his number, but it’s the only one that reads
Mrs. Hendricks
on the back. I’ve had it since his very first game. I quickly strip off the rest of my clothes because I do know how he likes me. Naked with only my wedding ring on.

It’s how I like Ren, too. Though his ring is in the bathroom right now. He doesn’t take it to the stadiums, always worried something might happen to it when he has to leave it in the locker room. But that doesn’t matter. He got a tattoo of it on his ring finger, one that he never has to take off. I’d wanted to get one, too, because I take mine off sometimes when I’m drawing or messing with paint, but Ren ended up getting me a band to wear with his name engraved on in. He said there was no way something was marking my skin.

“I don’t like when people try to take my attention from you,” Ren says as he stalks up the bed like a lion.

“I know you don’t.” I let my legs part wider for his broad body. “You have all night to give me your attention. How will you start?” I tease. I let my head fall back, the alcohol catching up with me.

“Eyes, babe.”

I lazily open them at his command. He’s on top of me, and I reach up, running my hands through his hair. I feel his cock at my entrance. “First time is going to be fast to take the edge off, but you’re going to cum real good on my cock. You’ll keep those eyes open because I need them on me.” He grunts the last part as he slides into me in one full thrust, and I moan his name.

“Louder!” he barks as he starts to thrust in and out of me. Filling me up. Leaving no part of me untouched. Like he always does.

“Ren!” I say his name louder this time. He leans back, pulling my ass into his lap, still thrusting. I watch where our bodies are joined and the sight gets me even hotter.

“I never know how I get inside of you. You’re so small and tight, but each time it reminds me I was made to fit you perfectly. When I slide right in and you moan my name in pleasure…I fit because I belong there.”

“God, yes,” I say, my orgasm pushing forward. Ren is not a man of many words, but in the bedroom he could talk forever and I freaking love it.

“You going to cum for me, babe? I’ll fill you up so full. Make you smell like me so everyone knows you’re my wife.”

“Please,” I beg. I’m so close.

“One of these times you aren’t going to be protected. I’m going to give you all my cum and there will be nothing stopping me from putting my baby in you. Everyone will know then. There will be no missing who you belong to.”

The thrill of his dirty words send me over, and I cum on him. Waves of pleasure flow through me, and I feel the heat of Ren cumming with me. Our pleasure rolls together like it always does, and I never know where his ends and mine begins.

He leans down and rolls us, not letting his cock slip free. We lie there in silence, enjoying the feel of each other, his arms wrapped around me.

“They trying to get you to go?” I ask, knowing the answer.

“Yeah,” he says simply. I know he’s been getting pushed by agents to go into the draft this year. To not finish his senior year and go into the NFL. I’m not scared. I already knew what was going to happen, but Ren hasn’t said a word about it.

“You wanna move off campus or stay in the marriage dorm? Maybe get a place with a little more room?” he says closing the door on him going to the draft.

I knew this would be his decision without discussing it. Ren isn’t going anywhere I can’t go, and I still have one more year left of school. He would never go into the draft knowing that I have to stay behind. I want to talk him out of it, but in the end it will be the same result—Ren doing what he wants to do. And that includes putting me first.

“No, I like it small,” I say though a yawn. “I like us tripping over each other.”

“None of that.” Ren rolls us over again. “You’re not going to sleep yet.” His cock slips free, and I moan. “I’ll wake you up,” he says in my ear as he starts to trail kisses down my body, making his way between my legs.

He doesn’t let me fall asleep until we see the sun come up. But I never complain when I end up wrapped in his arms.