They both got done at about the same time. Jeremy came downstairs wearing a sleeveless shirt and grey sweatpants and instantly stopped when he saw Alexandra starting to jog on the treadmill; her leggings emphasized her shape and made her butt stand out.
As much as Jeremy was a gentleman, he couldn't resist the tractor beam of her leggings. He shook his body to refocus as he needed to be a coach for Alexandra.As she was wrapping up warming up for training, Jeremy let her know that a buddy of his who was currently playing linebacker in NAFL for Houston sent him a workout that should work for her with some modifications. He gave Alexandra the printed workout to get her thoughts.She examined it and agreed to try it out with some changes, as Cupid sent Jeremy the reps and sets that he used.As they started the workout, Alexandra spoke up, " I thought about this more from yesterday regarding you asking questions about me to coach me better and get to know me. I thought it would only be fair to do like twenty questions with each other that way, I could get to know my coach better outside of the information everyone knows from television. If you think that's fair? "Jeremy thinks about it, and it was fair. Also, he wanted to get to know Alexandra better anyhow. Jeremy replies, " Ok, that's fine with me. Ladies ask first tho. "Alexandra laughs, responding, " You're such a gentleman. I'm going to hit you with a big one out of the gate. Is it true that you've never had a girlfriend throughout high school and college? "Jeremy chuckles before answering, " You are going hard out of the gate. I'm surprised that you remember that interview on draft day. The answer is yes, that's true. I have never had a girlfriend. I haven't had the chance to be sociable and look for a partner since I got drafted. I know I'm weird. "Jeremy nervously laughs, then continues, " How did you get into football? Did you play college ball? "She smiles and says, "I don't think you're weird. You are driven and focused on your goals. I understand how you weren't looking for a relationship after you were drafted. To answer your question, my father was basically a career backup in the NAFL; that's how I got into football. I didn't play in college; I went to Ole Miss for my first two years, then transferred to Colorado to be closer to my mom's family."He nodded along, and it made sense. " well, I, for one, am glad you made it back to the centennial state. "" My turn. " she beamed, " So this is a fancy joint! Why did you pick the better homes and gardens cover house? You seem more a modern fancy apartment type."Jeremy let out a short laugh. "fancy apartment? I have to say that one stings, I like to think of myself as a classical guy. Having a house and land is the quintessential American dream, after all. Glad you think it's good enough for a magazine; I'll give the gardener your regards." he teased, noticing the slight flush entering her cheeks. "I wouldn't mind giving you a tour sometime. By the way, I'm glad your gate code worked."She smiled at the offer, " I would love a tour. We could do it after the workout if you're up for it. You know, since I'm already here.""That's great, and I know it's getting late. I could cook dinner for us." Jeremy saidAlexandra blushed further. "Wow, dinner and a tour. For a guy who never had a girlfriend, that's pretty smooth." Jeremy chuckled.The two continued the workout, and Alexandra admitted that the Cupid program did feel like a game-changer. There was also an air of ease when working with Jeremy. It was like he was going out with an old friend you'd known for ages.Afterward, the pair headed out of the gym and to a side room."Well," Jeremy began, "this is as good a place as any to start our tour. This is my recovery room. I've got all the basics plus a few extras. The cryotherapy chamber, for one. Then there's the hydro massage table. Feel free to use these after your workouts if you want. "Alexandra's eyes widened, "Wow, this is some setup, flat screen and all. Let me guess. You binge-watch real housewives during your messages."Jeremy had to laugh, " Not hardly; I'll be honest here, more often than not, I'm listening to music or watching reruns of old shows or movies. "She stuck out her tongue. " Aww, you're no fun. So where to next? "He pondered this for a moment, " let's take the side door out, and I'll give you a quick tour of the exterior. "Once outside, Alexandra was treated to a picturesque patio set up with multiple seating areas and a fire pit. Not only that, but the intricately sculpted walls felt like you had stepped onto a property somewhere in the south of France." Is that a pond? " she questions, walking over to a water feature to the right of the patio.Jeremy rubbed the back of his neck and smiled. " Yeah, it is; there are a few koi in there too. If you want to follow me, I can take you up to the deck and the pool."Alexandra tried her best not to seem overly enthusiastic." That sounds great. "The pool was huge, and the deck was just as welcoming, with a fully equipped kitchen and grill station. " I bet your summer parties are legendary. "" I'm not much of a big party guy, believe it or not; I don't mind a few friends or family over. Having a house full of people just isn't my scene, though. "He's gorgeous and down to earth?! She thought to herself, how is he not locked down yet?" No, I agree, " she said, following him back inside.They made their way through a living area that was equal parts cozy and modern. She could see why Jeremy liked this place. It had the kind of charm you didn't see anymore.Passing across the entry hall, she looked at the expansive staircase heading upstairs. " what's up there? "" Bedrooms and bathrooms mostly; Feel free to head up after you freshen up while I make dinner if you're like me and need to be clean after working out. " Jeremy said as they entered the kitchen." Thanks, I'll be taking you up on that. " she smiled.The kitchen was another hem of the house. Marble counters and all stainless steel appliances. Everything a cook could want and then some. The dining room was just across, sporting warm hardwood floors and a table large enough for company.They headed out of the east wing of the downstairs and into the west. A hallway opened to a large room with wooden floors and paneling. It felt very Mad Men to Alexandra. It screamed class and old Hollywood style."This is the study; I spend a decent amount of time here. It's quiet, and I can think about things attached to the study is the cigar room. " Jeremy said, running his hand over one of the large oak bookcases." I could see how you could unwind after a hard day in here. "Alexandra said" Well, you've pretty much seen everything. I hope you don't mind having ginger stir-fry with chicken & bell peppers over brown rice. I don't mean to brag, but I take my post-workout meals seriously. " Jeremy said with a grin.She laughed " I think stir-fry sounds terrific. "Alexandra headed to the bedroom she had changed in before, and of course, the bathroom was just as luxurious as the rest of the house. She wondered what the other rooms looked like. After showering quickly, She changed into a pair of shorts and lost fitting band t-shirt. She almost laughed at how casual she looked in a place as lovely as this. But then, Jeremy wasn't precisely the designer fashion guy either. Alexandra went upstairs to check out the rest of the historic house, and the other rooms were unique in their own way. She made her way back down the steps, and the rich smells of herbs of stir-fry wafted to her nose from the kitchen. Jeremy was plating up a pair of bowls on the counter bar when she entered."That smells like heaven," she said, hopping onto one of the bar stools.Jeremy mounted one beside her, covering her with a glass of water." Let's hope it tastes just as good as it smells, then. "Of course, the stir-fry was excellent, and the conversation was even more so. Words seemed to flow so quickly between them. It was during this conversation and the second helpings of dinner that Jeremy posed a question."Say... I have a favor to ask. Now, before I do, I want you to know you can feel free to say no. I have to go to a special event tomorrow, and I can't tell you how much I hate going to these things. That is to say, I also hate going alone. I'm not sure if you're into that or even available for it, but would you mind being my plus one? " Jeremy's ears grew red, and she could help but find it cute." A Special Event? Wow, that sounds fancy, " she commented." Black tie, actually, and if you go to Calypso's tomorrow after tryouts, they will take care of you for tomorrow night's event. Go ahead and get the whole 9 yards. Tell them to put it on Davis #3 account and I'll take care of the tab since you're helping me out. " Jeremy remarked.Alexandra put on her best poker face." Well, I guess . " she drawled, watching him squirm a bit before smiling at him." Yeah, of course I will. Shopping for a fancy event, I might be sporty, but I'm still a girl. Plus, it sounds like fun. "He let out a sigh of relief. " Thanks. Believe me when I say you're doing me a huge favor. "After dinner, Alexandra and Jeremy said their goodbyes, and they'll see each other at the Outlaws' tryouts in the morning as she headed home. Her mind was full of images from the day as she slid into bed that night—the Grand house, the great conversation, not to mention the surprise invitation to such an exclusive event. More than that, she thought of Jeremy as she drifted to sleep with intimate thoughts.As Alexandra falls asleep, she dreams of Jeremy. Alexandra is in Jeremy's kitchen; Jeremy has just gotten home and comes toward her, smiling with satisfaction with having caught sight of Alexandra.Alexandra notices the fire of passion in Jeremy's eyes as he moves toward her." How was your day? " Alexandra says serenely at the sight of Jeremy." It was alright, but it's better now. " Jeremy quickly says." How is it bet... " Alexandra made an effort to respond but couldn't complete her question as Jeremy reached her and kissed her on the lips passionately. She ceases trying to finish her sentence; lets herself embrace the moment as she knows what he implied. She lets out a small moan; as she moans, he has to taste her; he starts to galocher with her." O Mon Amour, " He gasps as he kisses down her neck while lightly caressing her body with his hands starting with her fingertips and moving down her arms towards her navel. He takes her shirt off and then kisses her on those jaw-droppin
The table is shaking; she's going that hard. She can feel that he's about to explode, and she vice-grips his sword with a few more hard thrusts; they both will get ecstasy. Right before she's finished, Alexandra wakes up throwing herself up, sweating, breathing hard, and extremely wet. " I can't believe this; I had a wet dream about Jeremy, and I'm still horny. " she thinks.Alexandra huffs and puffs as she needs to take care of herself, but she has to prepare for the tryouts. She grabs her bullet and heads for the shower to accomplish both. " Jeremy will be at the tryouts; what will I do? I don't want to see him immediately, not after my dream. You know what? I'm going to concentrate on the tryouts and ignore him. " thinking to herself.She gets ready for the day and heads out to the tryouts. Once she gets to the field, she heads to the coaches to check in for the tryouts.Coach Kuttin sees her and says, " Alex, you don't need to be here. You have earned a spot on the team, or are yo
"Ditto..." Heather chirped, her jaw nearly dropping. "Well, is it... Ok?" Alexandra asked, noticing the blank look on the girl's face. The pair exchanged a look before Heather said. "If the sex came in fabric form... You found it. We love it." Alexandra rolled her eyes. "I still want to look classy, ya know." "You look amazing. Trust us; I wish like hell I could look that fabulous." Just then, a sales girl peeked in the private dressing area. "Parden me ladies, I couldn't help but overhear. I should let you know that Mr. Davis is extending his tab to cover your friends if they want to peruse our selection. We do have nonformal accessories, as well as shoes." Heather slapped the arm of the chair and pointed at Alexandra. "Girl, if you don't marry him, I will." Soon after, they check out, each getting a dress, accessories, and a pair of heels as they didn't want to take advantage of Jeremy's generosity. Alexandra heads to get ready for the special event that Jeremy is taking her
Then Jeremy pops the big question: " How would you like to be kissed? "Alexandra finishing her bite of cheesecake, looks at him a little shocked, then says with a sassy smirk, " You know, I always thought that everyone should strive to have chivalry. It used to be so noble to have chivalry that great knights would have the combined qualities that made up chivalry. When women are chivalrous, they should be honored for doing so, while men should have it in their mind that it should be a standard to be chivalrous and strive to be noble like a knight. When men are chivalrous, they show their feminine side, showing that they are thinking about others above themselves and also caring for others. You're the prime example of the modern-day chivalrous knight. You're always putting others first and taking care of them. You make sure that everyone is treated fairly and equally. Even now, instead of taking a chance with a 50/50 chance of succeeding or ruining a perfectly good relationship, You a
Her hand touched and caressed the rugged flesh bringing it to life. Jeremy reaches down, pushing his trousers the rest of the way off, leaving them in a messy crumple on the bedroom floor, his belt clanging against the hardwood, the only sound in the room they're panting breaths as they grasped for each other in the dark clinging and wanting. He sets up fingers, nimbly dancing along the back seam of her dress to unzip it, feeling the soft silk fabrics pool in his hands as he lifts it over her head and tosses it to parts unknown in the bedroom. She threw her head back in a long and husky moan; his lips and tongue tantalized her throat and collarbone. Positioning herself as she straddled him, sliding her most intimate places with his own feeling hot partying of flesh as she settled onto his lap. Alexandra cooed with appreciation. Their body's moving in unison, a sensual dance of passion and fire. Lips crashing in moments of lustful ecstasy. Each gasped, and another kiss captured brea
Jeremy smiles, then says, " A movie buff, huh? I'll have to remember that. I'm also a movie buff, so we'll definitely have some fun times. You're right, let's go to bed, and I can finish my workout when we get up in a few hours, then I'll make breakfast. "They head back to Jeremy's bedroom and end up snuggling to sleep on his California King bed for the next five hours till Jeremy's alarm goes off.Alexandra groans, huffing and puffing, letting out, " Come on, you've got to be kidding. Who gets up this early on a Sunday also!!! Who are you for not switching that off after blowing my back out. That shit is rude I need my damn beauty sleep." she growls slapping him on the back repeatedly.Jeremy smiles and chuckles, then says, " I get up this early every morning to work out. I'm going to finish up my workout, and you can come join me if you want, or you can go back to sleep, and I'll still make breakfast after I'm done. "She sighs and thinks for a second, then responds, "Yeah, well, n
Once they got back to the house, he started setting up the ice bath for Alexandra and told her that he’d be right back. He comes back with a shirt and shorts for the ice bath. “ I’m going to start on breakfast, and it’ll be ready once you’re done with the ice bath. Enjoy! “As Jeremy leaves the room, she starts to unwind and takes a deep breath while changing. Alexandra gradually sits in the ice bath, and she takes some pleasure as her aching legs begin to get some relief as she sinks into the tub. She lets her mind drift off as she closes her eyes, wondering how it would be to have all of this equipment around on a daily basis and how her career would be. All of a sudden, the timer goes off. “ fifteen minutes goes by so fast. “ she thinks to herself as her eyes open and while she gets out of the tub to dry off. Alexandra changes her clothes to her workout clothes from earlier. She brings out the damp shirt and shorts out with her as she finds Jeremy in the kitchen finishing up break
As Jeremy gets home, he turns on the heater to the pool. He got the patio set up and food prepped. A text comes saying that they just left the locker room and going to get ready and would be over there in about an hour, as Alicia took an eternity to get cleaned up from practice. Speaking of taking an eternity, back at the Outlaws’ locker room, the girls were more than ready for a night out. Well, most of them, anyway.“Holy tap dancing, Christ Alicia, can you be any slower!” Heather moaned, slinging her bag over one shoulder. Alexandra wasn’t fairing much better for the wait. The redhead, having already given up on standing altogether, was lying on a bench using her bag as a pillow and playing some puzzle game on her phone.“Good luck with that, “ Alexandra said, yawning, “She’s like watching grass grow.”“I heard that!” Alicia shouted from the showers. Heather shook her head, “Well, hear this! If you don’t move it, we will leave you! Step it up, princess! Knees to chest!”Suddenly
The echoes of the game still lingered in the Denver Coliseum’s corridors, but Jeremy Davis felt like he was walking into a new world. Clean-shaven, hair still damp from the shower, he straightened the cuffs of his tailored suit-a tradition he’d kept since his earliest days as a player. On GameDay, he dressed for the part, and tonight, he wanted everything to be perfect. This wasn’t just any post-game dinner. This was Alexandra.He waited outside the women’s locker room, hands fidgeting with his phone, nerves fluttering in his stomach. Every detail had to go right. He replayed the game in his mind, every throw, every call, but it was Alexandra’s smile after her game-winning touchdown that kept flashing in his memory. He wanted that smile to last forever.The locker room door swung open, and Alexandra emerged, hair still a little damp, cheeks flushed, eyes bright. She wore a simple black dress and a leather jacket, her Cannibals duffel slung over her shoulder. She caught sight of Jeremy
Saturday dawned over Denver with a sky so blue it looked painted, the kind of day that begged for something big, something unforgettable. The city buzzed with anticipation, every sports bar and living room tuned to the same story: Jeremy Davis, once the heart of the Denver Mustangs, now owner and GM of the Colorado Cannibals, was making his improbable comeback as quarterback. The Cannibals’ season, their locker room, and maybe even Jeremy’s own future, all hung in the balance.Inside the Denver Coliseum, the energy was electric. Fans poured in, faces painted, jerseys new and old, the stands a sea of black, crimson, and silver. Reporters from ESPN, Fox Sports, and every local station milled around the field, their cameras trained on the tunnel where the Cannibals would soon emerge. The air vibrated with the thump of bass-heavy music and the distant scent of popcorn and hope.But beneath the surface, nerves ran high.Pre-Game TensionIn the Cannibals’ locker room, Jeremy sat at his cubb
Monday night settled over the Front Range, the Denver skyline twinkling in the distance as Jeremy Davis sat alone in his office at the Coliseum. The echo of practice still lingered in his bones, his arm throbbing with a dull ache that felt both familiar and foreign. Somehow, word had gotten out-maybe a trainer, maybe a player with a loose tongue, maybe just the way news always seemed to find its way to the surface when you least wanted it to.Jeremy Davis was unretiring. The Cannibals’ owner and general manager was going to suit up and play quarterback.Now, ESPN, Fox Sports, local news, and every other sports outlet in the region wanted a piece of him. His phone had been buzzing all evening, interview requests stacking up like blitzing linebackers. He didn’t want to be a distraction, didn’t want the circus to swallow the team whole, so he’d scheduled every interview for after Saturday’s game. He made sure the networks knew: this wasn’t just about him. They’d get to talk to the whole
The Monday morning sun glinted off the glass facade of the Denver Coliseum, but Jeremy Davis barely noticed as he strode through the side entrance, phone pressed tight to his ear. He’d barely slept, his mind a storm of doubt, hope, and fear. The league’s decision would come today. Would he be allowed to play? Or would his last shot at redemption slip away before it even began?He checked his phone for the hundredth time. No call yet from Commissioner Helton. He tried to focus on the Cannibals-on the team, on Trisha, on the promise he’d made to her-but his thoughts kept drifting to Alexandra.He hadn’t seen her since the hospital, but her words from their last real conversation echoed in his mind: If you want to get back to the NAFL, you have to fight for it. For yourself. For us.He wondered if “us” meant what it used to.A League DecisionIn his office, Jeremy paced, waiting for the call. When his phone finally rang, he answered on the first ring. “Jeremy Davis.”“Jeremy, it’s Larry
Sunday night settled over the Wild West Indoor Football League with a tension that was almost physical. In homes and offices across the Midwest, team owners and executives logged into a hastily arranged video conference, their faces flickering into view in a checkerboard of anticipation, rivalry, and curiosity. At the center of it all, in a quiet home office lined with league memorabilia, Commissioner Larry Helton adjusted his tie and prepared to referee what promised to be a stormy debate.Jeremy Davis was not on the call. He’d made his request official that afternoon, citing the Cannibals’ extenuating circumstances after Trisha Steinmetz’s devastating injury. The league’s bylaws were clear: an owner could only play for their team if two-thirds of the league’s owners approved, and only in “extraordinary situations.” It was up to the rest of the league to decide if this was one of those moments.Larry’s screen filled with familiar names and faces: Chad Ross of the Wyoming Cavaliers, F
Sunday afternoon sunlight spilled in golden patches through the hospital’s windows as Jeremy Davis made his way down the corridor, the familiar, antiseptic scent a jarring reminder of the night before. His phone buzzed in his pocket-another message from Jenifer, another update from the Cannibals’ staff-but he ignored it for now. There was only one thing on his mind: Trisha Steinmetz.Her text had come early that morning, brief but direct:“Jeremy, if you have time, I’d like to see you today. Room 427.”He’d barely slept, replaying every snap, every decision, every what-if from the previous game on top of when he does sleep, he has a nightmare of his own injuries. The Cannibals’ opener had been a triumph and a tragedy-an electric blowout soured by Trisha’s collapse and the news that followed. Now, as he reached her door, Jeremy steeled himself for the conversation he both dreaded and needed.He knocked gently and pushed open the door. Trisha was propped up in bed, her leg in a brace, h
The Saturday afternoon sun slanted through the windows of Jenifer Walter’s office, painting long golden stripes across the floor. The air in the Denver Coliseum was thick with the aftershock of bad news, but Jenifer had no time to wallow. She needed her leaders, and she needed a plan. She fired off a quick group text to the Cannibals’ captains and to Sterling “Lockjaw” Blaze: Jenifer: “Meet in my office at 4. Update on Trisha. Need your help. -JW” The hours crawled by. Jenifer paced, reviewing quarterback lists and scribbled play diagrams, but nothing felt right. She kept replaying her conversation with Jeremy that morning, his stubborn refusal, the haunted look in his eyes. She needed her team’s buy-in. She needed to rally the people who could move mountains-or at least, move Jeremy Davis. At exactly four o’clock, there was a knock at her door. Alexandra Jordan, Heather Wammack, Morty Sample, and Lockjaw Blaze filed in, each looking tense and expectant. Jenifer gestured for them
The morning after the Cannibals’ thunderous victory over the Wyoming Cavaliers, Denver was still buzzing. Headlines blared about the 113-0 blowout, the record crowd, and the Cannibals’ “unstoppable experiment.” But inside the city’s heart, in the quiet corridors of the Denver Coliseum, the mood was somber.Jeremy Davis had spent the night at the hospital. He’d watched the sun crawl up over the Rockies through a window in the waiting room, the taste of stale coffee and worry thick on his tongue. When the diagnosis came, it was worse than anyone had feared.He thumbed out a text to Jenifer Walter as he left the hospital, his hands shaking with exhaustion and anger.Jeremy: “Meet me in my office. It’s bad news about Trisha. I’ll tell you more when I get back.”He drove through the waking city, the streets still empty, his mind racing. The Cannibals had built something beautiful, something bold. Now, in a single, brutal play, it all threatened to unravel.A Bitter MorningJeremy’s office
The Denver Coliseum was alive like never before. It was the 2004 Wild West Indoor Football (WWIF) season opener, and the Colorado Cannibals were hosting the Wyoming Cavaliers after winning last year’s OK Corral Championship against the Omaha Cattlemen. Every seat in the Coliseum was filled, fans packed shoulder-to-shoulder, their voices rising in a thunderous, electric roar that rattled the rafters and sent a charge through the city. The Cannibals, defending champions, were back-and Denver was ready to see if their bold experiment could deliver a second crown.Banners from last season’s triumph hung from the upper deck, and the field gleamed under the lights, painted with the Cannibals’ fierce logo at midfield. The air was thick with anticipation and the scent of popcorn, sweat, and hope.In the tunnel, the Cannibals players bounced on their toes, helmets in hand, eyes blazing. Alexandra Jordan stood with Heather Wammack and Alicia Gresham, their faces set with determination. Trisha S