A Jacks - Passion_s Her Game

His clothes, his eyes, his clean-shaven face, and his relaxed lips said: "I made it. I'm not running a two-bit bar after ten years in pro football. I'm management. One of these days I'll manage a top NFL or AFL club."

He saw me looking him over.

"We got some good boys," he said. "Couple guards out of Colorado. They'll make it with the Vikings next year."

"What about Vakos?"

"Oh, he'll be okay."

"He's still in the hospital, isn't he?"

"How're you feeling?" Binks asked.

"I've been training, if that's what you mean," I said.

"What's wrong with the stock-and-bond business?"

"Don't you read the papers?" I said. "Besides, I'm a quarterback."

"You had your chance," Binks said.

"Right. And I almost blew it," I said.

"You blew it."

I grinned.

But I didn't really feel like grinning because now in my mind I saw the motel room again when Leighton was in the hospital after the game with Baltimore. I lay on the bed reading the evening paper and the sports writers were still saying Namath was the best in the world. Maybe they were right but I still had two good knees. That was one of the evenings I wanted to forget, with, in the morning at breakfast, hearing the weather forecast in Chicago and Leighton's wife where she lay beside me in bed, saying, "I still can't believe it happened. I didn't even like you the first time I saw you." And then her lips warm and round and wet that morning and her tongue moving slowly round and round inside my mouth.

"I love you, Matt," she moaned. "I love you. You're so big it hurts me. Oh, God, I love you, Matt."

And then lying on top of her that morning after making love all night, her hand seeking my cock, squeezing it with both her hands until I was breathless.

I stroked her breasts slowly while our tongues met and her body arched higher and higher.

"Aaah," she moaned until our flesh was crawling with delight and I put myself into her slowly and I slowly stroked her, feeling our bodies slowly passing into each other. I eased myself in and out of her, kissing her nipples, sucking each nipple slowly, stroking my cock slowly, feeling her soft buttocks starting to turn and thrash in my hands.

Now her nipples were big and hard and round in my mouth, her hips writhing and turning from side to side. I felt our bodies rising higher and higher, seeking the peak of exquisite ecstasy.

The longing rose higher and higher in both of us. It couldn't last. I wanted it to rise higher and higher, last longer and longer, forever. I felt as if all the blood had drained out my skull. I was soaring. She moaned and cried like a dying animal, grinding her hips into mine, dragging her lips across my face.

"Oh-ohohohohoh!" She cried and then her voice stopped and her mouth opened wide on no sound. Her teeth chattered as if cold and then she screamed my name: "Oh, Matt! Matt! Matt! Matt!"

It was a hell of a tough game coming up that Saturday, Philadelphia, with Schrunz at guard knocking down everyone who tried to get to you in the slot, and Schrunz looking at you in the locker room the next day saying, hey, take it easy, Scallen. Don't leave your best game in the sack. Who's she this week?

But that wasn't the beginning of the trouble, not Leighton's wife. Hell, it went all the way back to high school, ever since Y first started getting laid. The high school coach's wife, she'd started me, man, what a teacher. No, I wouldn't think about her now. Maybe some night when I was really hard up and couldn't get laid. But not now. Listen to Binks. I felt Binks staring at me but I couldn't stop remembering that morning in the motel room with Leighton's wife.

Her cunt was made for me. There was no doubt about it. She didn't really know it that first time. I'd never forget that first night and morning with her when she came, watching her eye balls roll back in her skull, holding myself back, enjoying the sight of her face flushed with passion that made her look as if she were enjoying a wonderful thrust of agony, grinding my cock deeper and deeper into her as she thrust up against it in shuddering swoons, wanting more and more, and giving her all she could handle while she little knew how good my cock felt in her perfect-fitting cunt.

But why hadn't I loved her at first? And then later how had I ever come to fall in love with her? It seemed incredible. I'd never fallen for any woman before. Not in my life. No way. They were all just a piece of tail. Poor Leighton's wife.

Matt Scallen had fallen in love with what he thought was just a piece of tail. That's the way it had started, but it hadn't finished that way. And I didn't want to think how it had all finished.

Binks looked at me and lifted his eyebrows.

"So you think Vakos isn't going to be out of the hospital on time for the game and that junior college quarterback fill-in has me worried so much I'd sign you and put you in?"

"Why not?" I asked.

"Why shouldn't I stick with the junior college potential star?"

"Because this is your first managing job and you want to win."

"What makes you think you're a winner? Hell, you haven't played in a year."

"I've thrown two hundred practice passes everyday and run five miles every night the past year."

"You don't know our play book."

"Give me two hours, and show me three game pictures," I said. "This is only a farm club. That's why I'm here."

"Why didn't somebody pick you up this year?"

"Knock it off. You know why. With the kind of money and choices they have, who's going to take a chance on a former lush?"

"Me?"

"Why not? I'll draw a helluva crowd, win or lose."

"Maybe they never heard of you in Des Moines."

"They heard of me a year ago if they stay awake here for the ten o'clock news."

"Okay… if Vakos isn't ready."

"How much?"

"Nothing if you lose. A contract if you win."

"Crummy."

"Take it or leave it. I'm answerable to top management."

"Five hundred?"

"Nothing if you lose."

"If I win?"

"Contract and five bills."

"Okay. Who are the guards?"

"Post and Preston."

"Never heard of them."

"Tackles?"

"Neiman and Norton."

"Good boys."

Well, I thought, I won't get killed from the inside if the guards are as good as the tackles. Norton was a big hill billy and Neiman was just as big, about six-five, good enough for this league, and if they kept working they both might make it back to an NFL taxi squad.

"Right end?" I asked.

"Leighton."

"No thanks."

"He's the best we've got."

"I don't want him."

"You'll take what you'll get."

I looked at Binks, straight into stoney eyes.

"You know about me and Leighton."

"He'll work no matter who's in the pocket." "That's what you think."

"If he doesn't, I'll kick his ass off the field," Binks said.

"He'll make it look like he's working."

"You're asking for the chance," Binks said. "Do you want it or don't you?"

"Haven't you got somebody other than Leighton?" I asked, feeling I was losing my grip. "He only has to slip up once and I'll get my head torn off."

Binks stared at me, fish-eyed.

"Why don't you go over to Peoria and see if they'll give you a chance?" Binks said.

"Come on," I said. "You don't get to the Vikings via Peoria."

He stared at me.

"Chicago has a nice club," he said.

"O.K.," I said. "Where's the play book?"

"You won't need the whole thing," Binks said. "Remember the seventy and eighty series?"

"Open right, 25, Charlie B, on four," I said.

"Here's the play sheets you'll need," Binks said. "Nine o'clock sharp. Get to bed early."

"Right on," I said. I started out the door. "Where's the team?"

"Thunder-Bird Motel," he said. "Get to bed early."

"What if Vakos is out of the hospital before Saturday?"