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Her Champion: Chapter 15

Posted on 02/07/2013

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Dylan couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed a movie without a woman talking through its entirety or taken pleasure in the simple knowledge that one was there beside him. As the credits began to roll he reached over and covered Tamar’s hand with his own. He gripped it gently once before releasing her. There were no words for this, what she’d given him at the end of a long stressful day.

She smiled down at her hand that he’d released and looked back at him. The look on his face made her want to pinch his cheeks. He was too adorable with the glint of gratefulness in his eyes. “Liked the movie?” she asked as she gathered the plates and started to stand.

“It was good. Now I can finally understand what everybody’s talking about.” He reached out to grab one of her wrists. “Take care of that later. Come sit with me a little longer.”

Her cheeks warmed and she nodded, returning to the seat on the other side of the laptop. She placed the dishes at the foot of the bed and leaned back against the wall. “What did you mean by reviewing the film at six?”

He closed his eyes as he attempted to stretch his arm out. “Coach has tapes of the other team’s games. We’ll study it, get familiar with the type of plays they run, be prepared to anticipate and counter ‘em. Learn who their top players are, things we need to watch out for.”

Tamar nodded. “Sounds like a lot of work…” she eyed his stiffened frame and frowned. He looked as if he would crumple or break if she blew on him. “But you like it, huh?”

He smiled. “It is a lot of work. Most people don’t realize how much goes into prepping for a game. But yeah, I like it. Love it. I wouldn’t want to do anything else.”

“Hmm…” Tamar leaned her head against the wall, content with just watching him. Then her fingers suddenly started tingling, wanting to ease the tension on his shoulders and the arm he stretched stiffly before him. “Hey…” she started softly, cheeks tingling as she put vocals to her thoughts. “If you want, I can work the tension from your arms.”

He glanced over his shoulder at her. “You know you don’t have to do that…” He didn’t want her to feel obligated, especially after all she’d already done for him, but his muscles were already jumping for joy at the mere thought of it.

Tamar smirked despite her sudden shyness. “Oh come, since when have you refused something from me?” She raised a challenging brow. “Going once… Going twice…”

“Since never. You know I’ll take it.” He laughed and shook his head. He had no will to resist when it came to her and apparently she now knew it.

“Good,” she smiled and picked up the laptop, placing it on the desk beside her bed. “Lie on your stomach,” she said quietly, shifting to give him space, her eyes already roaming over his body for the sore spots she hoped to soothe with her fingers.

He could only imagine how the team would respond to seeing their captain obey this small slip of a girl, stretching out on the bed as she’d instructed. “You’re a bossy little thing.”

“Yes, and you like it,” she countered softly, hands resting on the mattress as she waited for him to get comfortable. Then Tamar laced her fingers together and popped her knuckles, her gaze traveling over the length of his torso. She had to be completely honest with herself, even if she didn’t repeat it to either Bekah or Dylan… She’d wondered what his taut muscles and skin would feel like under her fingers, the body of a disciplined athlete like Dylan. She still had her reservations about how this friendship would work in the long run, even if the presses and Neecy were unusually quiet these days. Those concerns pushed aside, she couldn’t deny how much she liked Dylan and found being with him both physically and mentally stimulating. Right now, Tamar would focus on those two things that kept her intrigued by him and save the what-if questions for later.

“Maybe I do. I’m not admitting anything.” He rested his forehead against his forearms and just lied there. He hadn’t expected anything quite like this night and he wasn’t sure how to explain it to her. When her fingers began to press into the backs of his shoulders he gave up and just let himself relax into her firm touch.

”No need for words, darlin’, I can feel that you do…” She kneaded the taut muscle under her fingers, clicking her tongue. ”They are working you hard. You’re like stone.” The bust of David came to mind and she hid a smile.

“Gotta be at my best for the game. They’re not the easiest team to beat.”

“How many games have you ever lost?” Tamar asked softly, moving her fingers along the sides of his torso.

“Ever?” he asked on a groan. “Seven the three years I played in high school. Five since I’ve been here at Covington. Two my freshman year, three sophomore year. We’re still looking good this year. Undefeated.” That simple word caused him to grin.

“Impressive record.” Tamar smiled at the pride in his voice. It was more than evident that football was this man’s past, present and future. Her thumbs slid up his spine before pressing into the arches of his shoulder blades, seeking out the tense areas. “Well, let’s leave it that way. Undefeated.” She patted his back to say she was done and removed her hands from his body.

“That’s why it feels like somebody dropped a bag of bricks on my back.” He sighed out the pleasure and rolled over to look up at her. “Thanks, pretty girl. Feels much better.”

Tamar smiled and dipped her head in acknowledgment. “Anytime… You could hire me to be your trainer with my magic fingers.”  She fluttered them in front of his face, anything to distract herself from how attractive he looked lying on her bed, peering up at her with those gray eyes.

“Best plan I ever heard.” He reached up and let his fingers trail lightly over her cheek “You’re pretty good to me. Wasn’t counting on that.”

Her skin warmed under his fingers. “What were you counting on?” she asked in a soft voice, his touch affecting her vocal chords all of a sudden.

“Being able to charm you into being nice every once in awhile.”

Tamar smiled gently. “Keep singing to me and I’ll be nice to you whenever you want.” She placed her hands on her lap and straightened. “I have a question for you.”

“I’m already thinking of a song,” he warned with a smile. “What’s on your mind?”

“Good,” she said, pink flooding her cheeks. “In five years, where do you see yourself?”

“I thought you were going to ask something hard. Hopefully in my third year in the NFL. My mom and sister taken care of, living comfortably.” He shrugged. “With a certain pretty girl at my side maybe.”

Tamar’s blue eyes flicked over to his and she bit her bottom lip. For some reason, she hadn’t expected him to say that, to believe that. She’d expected the NFL gig, knew that all his hard work would pay off with a good career in a good team, but him hinting the other part threatened to send her overboard. Her lips curled up in a slow smile. “Give me a song,” she said gently, eyes lowering to his mouth.

“As you wish,” he said softly before launching into another song. “Holding you here like a rose in the dark I make this promise to you from my heart. You won’t be lonely now. I wanna give you everything you need. I wanna show you, you won’t be lonely now.”

Tamar placed her hands on the bed to steady herself above him as she leaned in. She didn’t really need the song, had wanted to kiss him even as he sat beside her during the movie. She closed her eyes to rest in the moment, letting his soft lips imprint on hers.

He pushed up on an elbow to meet her halfway. Every time she encouraged him, asked for a kiss, assured him she wanted to be there, with him. It took him higher. It was tempting to pull her over him but he held back. She wasn’t ready for that.

“Hold me,” she whispered against his lips, wanting his arms around her. Tamar nipped at his bottom lip, loving the feel of him under her; like a strong foundation to assure her that he wanted her. That he liked being with her as much as she did with him.

His hands slid around her waist without hesitation, drawing her over him. He wouldn’t question her command. Instead he delved deeper into the kiss, leaning back and taking her with him.

Tamar decided then that this was her favorite place to be, not hiding in her room or sitting in the middle of an open field, but laying in his arms. Her open palms slid up his chest and she propped her head up to peer up at him. “I like your voice…” she said softly, eyes focused on his own. “It might be my favorite sound, right after a rainshower and a guitar.”

“I’m third? Not sure how I feel about that. I should be second at least. Above rain,” he said innocently playing with a strand of hair that escaped from her band.

“That can be arranged…” Tamar smirked, tracing his handsome face with her blue gaze. “You know how to convince me, don’t you?” her shapely brows lifted in silent challenge.

He laughed. He’d never bothered singing for a woman. Only his mother and sister had experienced his playful concerts but he liked singing to Tamar and watching her blush. “You like playing me don’t you? In my world, before you, lived outside my emotions. Didn’t know where I was going. Till that day, I found you. How you opened my eyes to a new paradise.”

Tamar almost sighed wistfully as his voice trailed off. She’d always wondered what it would feel like dancing with someone to this song. Her eyes searched Dylan’s before she lowered her head to place a soft, fleeting kiss on his mouth. “Definitely my favorite before the rain…” she said softly, a gentle smile tugging at her lips.

“That’s better, but you skimped on my payment. Don’t make me report you.” His fingers ran along her back. If he could finish every day out with her resting with him like this, he’d be more than satisfied.

She cupped his cheek, leaning in to nip lightly at his bottom lip.

He hummed quietly against her lips. “You’re pretty good at this.”

”Just trying to keep up with you, Casanova,” Tamar whispered, scooting off his chest to snuggle beside him. ”Thank you for having dinner with me…”

“You’re really thanking me after you just spoiled me for the whole night? I’m the one who’s supposed to be saying thank you.”

Tamar rolled her eyes. ”I’m trying to be a courteous hostess…” She shifted her face to brush her mouth against his cheek. ”Enjoy it.”

“Oh trust me, I’m enjoying it. I might want to enjoy it more often.”

”That’s good to hear…” She smiled and snuggled against him, closing her eyes. The feel of his sturdy body was assuring, comforting. She could feel her entire body sink into his arms.

“If you don’t make me get up soon, I won’t leave,” he warned softly even as his eyes started to drift shut.

”That’s the idea, Casanova,” she replied, her voice drowsy with impending sleep. One hand slid across his chest and her fingers latched onto the tail of his polo shirt. ”Stay with me tonight.”

“You’ve got everybody fooled. You’re the real Casanova.” He covered her hand with his, lifting it to his lips for a light kiss. “I’m not going to turn down that invitation.”

”Learned all my smooth talkin’ and charmin’ skills from you,” she drawled softly, kissing his cheek. ”I was hoping you wouldn’t…”

He laughed softly. “You’d probably be able to make somebody think that too. I’m just the sucker who fell for your schemes.”

Tamar chuckled gently, tugging at his shirt. ”Is that a complaint I’m hearing?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. I’m just statin’ some facts. I didn’t say I didn’t like those facts.”

She rolled her eyes, snuggling deeper in the crook of his arms. ”I want you to rest enough until you’re ready to leave. You’re practically dead on your feet and frankly, very boring right now.”

“Ouch. Boring? That’s a serious accusation,” he mumbled. “I’ll make you pay for that…in the morning. I need to be up by five.”

”Wake me up when you do, ‘kay?” Tamar whispered, eyes heavy with sleep, a soft and serene look on her face as she drifted off, exhausted from all her planning and preparing for a successful date with Dylan.

When Dylan’s phone alarm went off the next morning he found himself unable to move his right arm. He forced his eyes open and a slow grin crossed his face when his eyes rested on Tamar. With his left hand he freed his phone and turned off the alarm before taking the time to just drink her in. She was more beautiful in sleep, her face soft and trusting . He doubted she’d given many men an opportunity to see her like this and he relished the moment.  Even though he was reluctant to wake her, he was unable to resist dipping his head to pressed a kiss to her forehead.  “I gotta get moving, pretty girl,” he said softly.

<<Chapter 14 || Chapter 16>>

Her Champion: Chapter 14

Posted on 27/06/2013

apartment

Dylan smiled a little to himself as he made his way into the Underwood residence hall after a long day of classes and practice. His body was sore and begging to lie down in a soft bed. Still, he’d showered and left his room almost immediately for Tamar’s dinner. No sore muscles or assignments would keep him from whatever she had planned. The offer had surprised him and he was curious as to what she had in store. He took several stairs at a time until he reached the sixth floor and knocked on the door of Tamar’s room.

“I still can’t believe you–” Bekah trailed off at the sound of the door. She and Tamar glanced across the room and she smiled, returning her attention to Tamar’s hair gathered up in a loose but controlled ponytail.

“He’s here,” Tamar pushed out a breath as she tapped her fingers on her thighs, impatiently waiting until Bekah finished tying her hair in place.

Bekah giggled as Tamar checked her reflection, wearing a simple navy-blue top that skimmed the top of her waist and slim-fitted high-waisted canary-yellow jeans. “Stop fidgeting, you look nice. Check the food. I’ll open the door.”

“Oh right,” Tamar shuffled to the small kitchenette and tugged down the handle of the toaster oven to check the deep-dish pan. “It’s not burnt!” she called just as Bekah pulled open the door.

“Hey Dylan…” Bekah said congenially, eying Dylan from head to toe. This was going to be some interesting dinner for sure. “Don’t worry, I was just leaving.” She stepped away from the door to let Dylan enter. “How’s my partner in crime, by the way?” she asked him while pulling up her purse to her shoulder.

Tamar turned to face Dylan with a demure smile. He looked comfortable and nice in his simple polo and jeans that did everything to show his toned physique. “Hey.”

He laughed at Bekah’s assurance but couldn’t deny it was what he wanted to hear. He still felt selfish with Tamar, wanted alone time with her as much as possible as he got to know her. “Still as nosy and interfering as always. I’ll make sure the two of you never see each other again.” He turned at the sound of Tamar’s voice and froze. The outfit was simple, different, and yet still her. Somehow she managed to make it look better than the dresses he’d seen women wear for a night out. The wild curls were swept off her face and although he liked it loose and free, he found he liked the ponytail too. “Hey pretty girl,” he greeted starting toward her.

Bekah caught the look on Dylan’s face and knew it was her time to step out. She winked at Tamar and tiptoed out of the room, closing the door behind her quietly.

Tamar managed a smile when she noticed his eyes take her in. This outfit had been Bekah’s idea, pushing away Tamar’s choice of a simple white and pink thrifted dress that flowed to her ankles. Her cheeks pinkened recalling Bekah’s words that she needed to stop hiding her pretty figure and to give Dylan something to think about all night. She bit her bottom lip, watching Dylan cross the room toward her and suddenly felt shy under his open gaze. “How was your day?” she asked lamely, lifting her eyes as he stood before her.

He didn’t want to talk about his day. He wanted to talk about how speechless she made him with her beauty but the words left him. “I melt every time you look at me that way. It never fails. Any time, any place. This burn in me is the coolest thing I’ve ever felt. I melt.”

“I’m guessing it was good?” Tamar teased softly as she closed the gap between them, wanting very much to kiss him. Nervousness flew out the window when he started singing in that low, husky baritone. She came willingly to him, placing her hands on his to steady herself as she rose on her bare tiptoes and leaned in for a kiss.

He kept his hands underneath hers, returning the sweet kiss without hesitation. This made his day. Coming to her and just…being. His hands itched to draw her up but in the same breath, he was content. She had no idea just how good to him she was. “Missed you. You look beautiful,” he told her quietly.

Face tingled under his soft praise and Tamar lifted her eyes to look into his, seeing the truth plain there. She smiled gently and squeezed his hands before lowering back on her heels. “Thank you. I missed you too.” She then tugged on his arm, steering him toward the bed. “Have a seat. I’ll make your plate.” Quickly, she padded across the room, pulling out the dishpan from the oven. “In the mood for a movie?” she called over her shoulder, folding back the foil cover.

He sank down on the bed with a soft groan. It felt too good to sit. “A movie too? You’re really spoiling me tonight. I might get used to it.”

Tamar paused, glancing over at him when she heard the half-audible groan. She smirked, pulling her eyes back on the steaming lasagna. “Are you hungry hungry or just hungry?” she asked, already dishing out a square onto the plate.

“I’ll eat the plate if you don’t need it back.”

She laughed, dishing out another hefty square. “Poor baby. They worked you hard, didn’t they, Big Man on Campus…” Grabbing a fork from the dish drainer, Tamar returned to the bed and extended the plate. “Dinner is served.”

Dylan’s expression was almost reverent as he accepted the plate. “You are an angel,” he breathed. “Get your plate so I don’t feel bad.”

“Let me put in the movie first…” Tamar pulled out her laptop and typed in her password to a loaded screen for the Avengers movie. Perching the computer on the space beside him, she ambled back across the room to prepare her own plate. “Hard day on the field?”

“If I’m missing an arm tomorrow, don’t worry about it.” He forked a chunk of the lasagna and nearly inhaled it. “Nothing a solid few hours of sleep and hot water won’t fix.”

Her lips curled up in a smile as she walked back to the bed, scooting to lean on the wall on the other side of the laptop. “Few? As in eight right? I hear that’s the healthy amount of hours for a normal person.” She cut the lasagna into smaller pieces and forked a bite into her mouth. Her free hand tapped a key to start the movie.

“Closer to five. We’re reviewing film at six.” He looked at the screen and then at the food before he  leaned back to look at her. “Is this the calm before you explode because of something I don’t remember doing?”

Tamar slowed at chewing and blinked at him. “Hmm, what do you mean?”

“The dinner, the movie…” She was asking about his day, catering to him. He wasn’t sure what to do with it. Sure women hung all over him, were willing to buy him things to get his attention, but this was so simple and yet so much…more.

A slight frown wrinkled her brow as she swallowed the food. She glanced down at his food and then at the screen, then back at him. “You don’t like action movies? Is the food not good?” Inwardly, she cursed Bekah for convincing her not to cook rice which she’d planned ahead of time before her cousin lugged groceries for the pasta dish instead.  “Is there not enough cheese?”

Dylan blinked. “You won’t see this food in about two point five seconds. It’s delicious. I’ve been wanting to see The Avengers and haven’t found time…”

She tilted her head curiously. “Then what’s the problem? What did I do now?”

“Nothing. There’s no problem if you aren’t upset.” For a man used to doing the catering and spoiling, being on the receiving end was…different.

Tamar laughed, releasing a sigh of relief. “For Pete’s sake. Why would I be upset and spent all this time getting pretty and cooking for you?” She shook her head. “You men are so… difficult.”

“People don’t usually…do this kind of thing for me. I thought…forget it. Thank you, pretty girl.”

“Well, I’m not like other people… Did you forget?”A smile tugged at her lips as her eyes skimmed over his face. “You’re welcome. Eat your food and relax. I’m not anywhere upset with you.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. He settled his back against the wall and continued eating, savoring each bite of the baked pasta. He was so used to frozen dinners or ramen noodles if his mom or Crystal hadn’t stopped by. He rarely had the energy or concern to put together anything more than that. A movie with Tamar over dinner was the best alternative and again he was reminded of what he’d gained when he’d decided to fight for her friendship.

Shaking her head in contained mirth, Tamar pushed play and sat back to eat her pasta. At some point, she scooted off the bed to bring back two bottles of water and sat back quietly to watch the movie in companionable silence between them.

<<Chapter 13 || Chapter 15>>

  

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