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“Just like that, bae,” she says as my hands grab her ass, pulling her close to me.
“Are you ready?” I ask against her back. She looks back at me, her caramel eyes dancing with lust like two bonfires in the pitch-dark night, and I know she’s as ready as I am. I pull out fast and ram into her.
“Fuckkkkk,” both of us say in unison. I keep up a brutal tempo, pounding her with all the strength I can muster. Every time I enter her, I can feel her stretching deliciously to fit my entire cock all the way to my shaft. And when I pull out, I feel the pulse my barbells make on her walls.
“You feel so good, Mati. Don’t fucking stop,” Cattleya says between her teeth.
“Wasn’t planning on it, babe,” I continue at a fast pace, and her hands fly from the bed to the wall, helping her remain in place. “Fuck, Cattleya. You look so beautiful right now. All wild and so ready to come on my cock.”
I lean down on her as I keep thrusting into her sweet pussy, and when I pinch her left nipple, my warrior roars her release. After another plunge, I join her as ecstasy consumes our bodies and our minds. Once our breathing has calmed down, I collapse next to her in bed. She throws a leg on top of mine, and her arm around my middle.
“That was incredible, bae. I expect the same treatment, if not better, tomorrow after I become a champion.” I chuckle but the vibration makes my dick move, and I’m still extra sensitive, so I hiss. “What is it?” she asks, and when I don’t say anything she straddles me. My eyes fly open, and her head goes back in laughter. God, I love this woman. “What bae? Aren’t you ready for the next round yet?”
I huff at her. But yeah, I’m not ready.
“Why don’t we go and take a shower instead? You need to be at the hotel soon.” Her face falls, and I feel like an asshole for bringing her down. “Hey, what’s wrong?” I ask gently, holding her cheek.
“I’m fucking terrified. On the one hand, I want to win so badly. We’ve worked so hard to get to this point. And on the other hand, I’m scared shitless that by defying whoever is threatening us, I’m putting you and the rest of the family in danger. I could never forgive myself if something happened to any of you.” Her eyes well, and I hate that she has so much going on. She should only be focused on the match tomorrow.
“You need to understand that if something happens to any of us, it’s not on you or your teammates. It’s on the asshole who decided to threaten all of us.” I kiss her forehead and I feel her relaxing slightly, so I decide to keep hitting the situation with the facts, just like Dr. Sosa taught me. “There’s always a chance that you might lose tomorrow, and although it would suck because you deserve to win, you should do it, giving it your all. So when you go out on the pitch, do it like you have done all season long: head high and with the strength of a warrior. Because that’s who you are, a warrior who fights for what she wants, for what she believes in. A warrior who has the support not only of her team but of her family, and mine.”
Cattleya’s tears run down her cheeks freely, but she’s smiling. My heart soars with pride and love for this amazing woman whose soul has entangled with mine.
After another couple of orgasms in the shower, Cattleya dresses in her uniform, and I drop her off at the hotel where she’ll stay the night with the team. I head back home and spend the night searching for job openings—come Monday I need to start sending out resumes. Even though I thought I wasn’t going to be able to sleep much, Tinta turned out to be a great bed partner, never leaving my side. He reminds me that he and Cattleya are my little family, and I’ll also fight like hell to keep us well and safe.
Chapter 27
Cattleya Cardona
The ref blows the whistle, indicating the start of the match. I’m a bundle of nerves and instead of playing like I usually do, I’m out of sync with the team. We all are. The first half ends without either team scoring. Right before the game, we had a meeting with Alumnas de la Plata, the other team in the final. The police explained everything to them, and very graciously, their general manager offered to cancel the game. But our GM refused; canceling the game means we let the bad guys win.
“Whatever you decide, the police are ready to protect everyone here at the stadium. We have deployed two thousand officers at security checkpoints throughout the stadium and nearby areas,” the chief of police explained. Even though it was supposed to make me feel better, it didn’t. Now, here we are at halftime, and we’re playing the worst game of the season.
“I know everyone is scared but if you’re going to keep playing like shit, then you’re letting the bad guys win.”
I release a frustrated breath, I know Coach is right, but I can’t shake this sinking feeling in my gut.
“I know you’re right, Coach, but it didn’t help to learn that there are actually threats from two different people,” Noelia says what we all are thinking. When the chief of police revealed they were able to track the emails the club was receiving to an IP address originating here in Buenos Aires, I almost passed out. That can only mean one thing: the mafia is behind this. How can we fight an organization that has people everywhere? He also said the texts that all the players received came from a burner phone purchased in La Plata. So, either fans of Alumnas de la Plata are threatening us or there’s another mafia branch there? Ugh, either way, it sucks, and I hate that the threat potentially came from someone in the city where my sister and brother-in-law live; I don’t want anything bad to happen to them. It could also be a distraction since La Plata is near Buenos Aires. Whoever sent those texts might have bought the phone there to confuse the police. I’ve watched enough police TV shows in my lifetime to know that it’s a possibility.
“You’re right, Noelia. I don’t think the chief has handled this mess to the best of his abilities, but there’s nothing we can do now. I want you to tell me now if you don’t think you can give it your all in this second half, and I’ll try to put a team out there that’s not afraid of winning. I’m not judging anyone, I’m scared as well. I’m just trying to see if we have enough players to win this cup, and send a message to those assholes who are trying to take away a season’s worth of hard work.” I breathe a little easier knowing Coach is scared, too. At the end of the day, we’re all in this together.
“I’m sorry I let fear slow me down in the first half, but I’m ready to give it my all now,” I say, and everyone starts hollering. Adrenaline pumps in my veins and I join in the collective cheering.
“Mess with a Warrior!!!” Stefa yells at the top of her lungs.
“Deal with her tribe!!” I join the girls yelling back with everything I have. We got this.
The second half starts and I feel I’m on fire, fighting every ball, blocking every forward attack. I’m levitating on the field, the loud cheers from the bleachers giving us the energy we need to keep pushing forward. Emma kicks the ball, and it lands in the middle of the field. Stefa reaches it before I can and starts running toward Alumnas’ goal. From the corner of my eye, I see two defenders ready to block Stefa so I run toward them, placing myself in front of her. She quickly passes me the ball and keeps running. The two defenders surround me, but I kick the ball gently behind me, turn around, and lob it in the direction I know Stefa went. It’s a perfect pass, and I hear the crowd going wild; I smile feeling the anticipation of a goal in my gut. Stefa makes it to the penalty box where Noelia is waiting. She decides to shoot for a goal, but their keeper deflects the shot with her fist. When she throws the ball back to the penalty box, Noelia executes a header, not allowing it to fall to the ground. When the ball hits the net, I fall to my knees. Saying a quick prayer in thanks, I get up and join my team in the celebration.
“Okay, we can’t slow down. We got this,” Noelia says, and we all nod our heads. Nothing is stopping us now.
It’s like Alumnas de La Plata got the memo as well, they’ve been pressing us even more after we scored. The game becomes a back-and-forth with no real options to score, until Antonella, their number ten, passes our defense and shoots right in front of our goal. She scores, and now the match is tied, 1-1. I don’t want to go to penalty kicks again; last week was a nail-biter, and it’s not something I want to experience today. The game resumes. and I can’t seem to find a way to make it past midfield. like Alumnas have multiplied and they’re all following me.
I hear Coach yelling, “Unmark yourself, form a tight midfield, don’t let them pass.”
I look at Stefa and we start working in tandem, making short passes instead of trying to open the field. Every time we lose the ball, I let out a thread of curses, “Carechimba vida, hija de las mil putas. Que maricada.”
I hear Stefa chuckling. “Dude, your Colombian cursing is fucking hilarious. Let’s get back on track.” I shake my head, amused that we can still laugh under all the stress. Sabrina recovers the ball for our team and makes a beautiful pass to Stefa. We both start running toward their goal, passing it back and forth, taking our time. With only a few minutes left, the last thing we need is for the other team to get possession of the ball. Noelia joins us, and the three of us form a block, moving steadily closer to their goalie. When we’re in the penalty box, each of us is marked, and there’s no room to pass the ball. I spin on my right foot, creating a distraction. When the defenders close their mark on me, I do a backheel flick, hitting the ball with all my might. Their goalie leaps to block the ball, but I hit it with such force that even though she grazes it with her gloved hands, the ball continues its path and lands inside the goal.