Free WMIS 03 Play With Me by Kristen Proby

open up to a tunnel that leads up to the football field.
All of the stadium lights are on. It’s empty.
    “How…?”
    “I
called ahead while you were in the restroom at the restaurant and asked someone
to turn the lights on for me.” He continues pulling me out on the field and
stops, right in the center of the fifty-yard line.
    “Wow,”
I whisper and look around the stadium. “How many people can this seat?” I ask.
    “Sixty-seven
thousand,” he states like it’s no big thing, and I stare at him with an open
mouth and wide eyes.
    “Holy
shit.”
    “We
sell out every weekend.”
    I
knew that. Yet, being here, right here, in the middle of the field, looking
around at the empty stadium seats, at the enormity of this place, just about
knocks me on my ass.
    In
fact, I just sit, right there, on the turf.
    “Are
you okay?” he asks, his brow creasing with worry and joins me on the ground.
    I’m
speechless as I gaze around the stadium, and it occurs to me that this could
have been me, on stage, singing in front of sixty-seven thousand people, rather
than small little clubs around Seattle, or reception halls full of wedding
guests. If Leo hadn’t made the decision to go without me, I would have been
singing in places just like this one.
    “Meg?”
Will’s worried voice pulls me out of my trance and I shrug.
    “You
must not get stage fright either,” I murmur.
    “Only
during the play-offs,” he replies and pushes my hair back over my shoulder. I
love how he’s always touching me.
    “You’re
a lot to take in, you know?” I ask him.
    He
smiles shyly, and frowns for a second, looking down at this hands. “I can be,
yeah. But remember, this is just what I do. It’s only part of who I am.”
    “It’s
important to you,” I remind him and he nods.
    “Very.
I’ve played football for as long as I can remember.” He takes one of my hands
in his and plays with my fingers. “Football got me through school, Meg. I knew
I had to get good grades and stay out of trouble if I wanted to stay on the
team. And I did. I wanted the camaraderie with the guys. I had some really
smart coaches who pushed me and taught me. It earned me a scholarship to
college, and I worked my ass off there too.”
    He
takes a deep breath and looks up, his eyes taking in the stadium, the
scoreboard, the ads. “This is all I ever wanted, and I was lucky enough to get
here.”
    “This
isn’t luck,” I state firmly and his gaze whips to mine, surprised. “Will, this
is the result of you working your ass off and earning it. I may not know everything
there is to know about football, but I know that it’s not easy, and I know that
I’m so very proud of you. Not because of your contract, or the jersey you wear
– which you look damn hot in, by the way – but because you’re doing what you
always dreamed of. How many of us can say that?”
    His
eyes soften as he cups my cheek in his big hand and rubs his thumb across my
lower lip. He leans toward me and brushes his magical lips over mine, and then
sinks into me, pushing me back to lie on the turf. He runs that hand down my
face, over my breast, and rests it on my hip as he continues to make love to my
mouth, his tongue searching and dancing. Our breathing quickens, and dear God, I
want him.
    He
pulls back and gazes down at me. “Someone’s probably watching us,” he murmurs.
He kisses my forehead and then lies on his back beside me. We just lay here,
breathing hard.
    “I
should tell you something,” I whisper.
    “What?”
I feel him look over at me, but I just look up at the black night sky above the
brightly lit, empty stadium.
    “I
want to suck your dick in your car.”
    “What?!”
He pushes up on his elbow, leans over me, and makes me look him in the eye. “I
don’t think I heard you right.”
    “Your
car makes me crazy, Will.” I lick my lips and grin. “All I’ve thought about since
the other day is going down on you in your car.”
    I’ve
never seen anyone spring to