Listening to Sam go over everything he had on Aries, Michael and Shae, my head was starting to hurt. He was suggesting that we play this out and expose them at the end. I wanted to scream hoping to get out of this nightmare.

"I need to know what you two want to do with this information? I'm up for other suggestions."

Before Sean could say something Sam's phone started to ring.

"I have to take this, excuse me," he said walking off leaving Sean and I alone. I was rubbing my temples and he brought me down in his lap.

"Here let me help." I laid against him and I could feel his hand stroking up and down my arm. He started humming trying to calm and sooth me.

"In less than thirty minutes we will be landing. I can't wait to say "I Do," to the woman I love."

I raised back staring at him. "I'm sorry, this is just so overwhelming." I started to get up.

Bringing me back down he said, "Lizzy?"

"This." I raised my hands up. "It's too much drama and all you can think about is getting married? We haven't thought this through. All this manipulation I can't keep up. Let's just expose them for the crooks they are and move on. Sam's suggestion for us to play this out, oh gawd, I don't know how much more I can take." I let out a deep sigh.

"I want to marry you but this feels more like a shotgun wedding. This is not how it's suppose to be."

"Lizzy look at me."

I couldn't. I wiped my tears.

"Please Lizzy don't. Look at me please." I finally turned my head and he caressed my cheek. I was trying to blink back the tears. I needed to be honest with him and myself.

"Talk to me Lizzy Bear."

"This wedding just seems so rushed. I know I said I wasn't into the big over the top kind of stuff, but a girl is only suppose to do this once. I want to marry you but maybe this isn't the right time."

His attention was completely focused on me. "We need this little bit of happiness to get us through this. Don't let them tear what we want apart. I want you as my wife. Don't let them get in your head. I'm right here." I watched his lips move as he spoke the words.

"I swear on my life, Aries will never touch you again and he is going to get what is coming to him. Shaunte and Michael will be out of the picture too. If you don't want to play it out like Sam suggested then we won't. Either way I want to marry you. I was just thinking if we play it out, we could have so much fun." His expression became a devilish grin.

"Where is the messy, imma get you sucka Lizzy I know so well? You want revenge on Shae and Aries don't you?"

I rolled my eyes and hunched my shoulders. Okay maybe I smiled a little.

"I'm assuming by that smile you do." He tickled me and I started to laugh. I was laughing so hard I fell back but he caught me. With his arms under my back and his lips mere inches from mine, time had stopped for just a moment.

"Come on Lizzy let me help you up..." I stopped him by putting my hands on each side of his face. His body responded instantly to my touch.

Pulling me up I fixed my body in the chair where I was now straddling him. His hands ran up and down my back while my arms wrapped around his neck. I slowly leaned in for a kiss, then our lips touched and the softness of them made me want more. This wasn't one of those best friend kisses, it was a yearning of wanting with more to come. His tongue swiped over my lips asking for entrance and I obliged. I moaned as the heat sent an electric charge down my arms, legs and caused a swelling in my heart. My body began to move across his jeans. I finally pulled away and he opened his eyes.

"Wow! I'm hoping to have much more of that," he teased with a smile.

"You've gotten better."

"I've practiced a lot with my pillow with your face drawn on it."

I chuckled and so did he. "Are you serious?"

"I'll never admit it in public. I can hold my own in other ways too," his eyes became hooded and darker.

"Do you want to marry me because you really do or because of this Shae situation, wanting to make her jealous along with Aries? Tell me the truth, I won't be mad."

"Lizzy I have loved you forever."

"Even when you were screwing that blonde your first game as a pro?"

"What?"

"The season opener when you were with Detroit. I scraped up money for a plane ticket, bought all this team stuff and was ready to cheer you on. I snuck into the locker room and you were banging this girl."

"Lizzy that wasn't me."

"Yes it was, I saw you. Number 45, that was your number."

"I didn't bang any blonde that day. I haven't played using that number since college. I couldn't get it remember because someone else had it."

"Why are you lying Sean?" I hit him on his shoulder.

"Ouch! I'm not I swear. My number was 54 when I was with Detroit. Oh snap, you probably saw Rodney Taylor, the cornerback at the time with his ex."

"Why are you blaming it on someone else?"

"I'm not, you're not listening, you cray-cray girl. I can prove it right here, right now."

"How?" I crossed my arms in front of him but I hadn't moved off his lap.

"My number was 54 Lizzy."

"No it wasn't. I remember it was 45."

He pushed up his t-shirt sleeve and the number '#54' with 'Allstar' next to it was tattooed on his left shoulder.

"54 sweetheart, on this side and," he raised his other sleeve and his current number '#2,' with the words, 'The Greatest' was tatted on the other.

"Shittttt!" I said more to myself. "When did you get that done?"

"When you told me you were giving Aries a chance. I got mad, drunk and did it on a whim."

"Are you crazy?"

"I was in a bad spot okay, but anyway 54 was my original number but when I started proving myself, they let me request the number 2 after Hall of Famer, Charley Trippi."

"You didn't tell me you changed your number."

"I did several times but you always had your face in a textbook. Doesn't matter you were still there that day but it explains why you seemed so upset, now I know. You should have said something."

"I just assumed..."

"Lizzy you can always talk to me. You know everything about me. I've told you about every girlfriend, even a few oh oh's. My life is an open book. I'm not perfect in anyway and if I could take back some of the things I've done, I would. Want to know my biggest regret?"

"What's that?"

"I should have married you right after you finished your fellowship. By that time I was making good money and I could have supported us with no problem."

"Do you really think I'm wife material?"

"Why would you ask that?"

"Because the few relationships I've had, they never worked out and this last one with Aries turned out to be a total failure."

He held on to my hips. "Mine were all disastrous too because no one came close to being my Lizzy. No matter how hard I gave it, you came before any of them. I promise if you marry me, you and our family are my main focus. I love you more than anything else and yes," he said with a laugh," football. I can't play it for the rest of my life, but to have a love with you will last for eternity and I rather have that than anything else Elizabeth."

Ok now I was in full blown tear mode. I wrapped my arms around him and I rested my face in the crook of his neck. He stroked my spine with the tips of his fingers and brushed the back of my hair.

"I love you Lizzy, I really do."

Even at his words I knew he did. I pulled back, memorizing his features in this moment and kissed him. Our lips merged as one and my breath, oh yes, he was my oxygen. His hands caressed my back and he released my lips only to slide down to my chin and onto my throat. He flinched.

"What's wrong?" I whispered.

"I could kill him for what he did to you. I swear on my life, he will never come close to touching you again, I promise." He whispered it as he kissed me across my bruised neck. More tears stung my eyes as he kept repeating, "never again."

He continued kissing my neck as if he was trying to make the bruises disappear. I moaned enjoying the sensations and my buds tightened through my shirt and down below was starting to get wet.

"I want you so bad Liz. Let me make your pain go away.

"I want you too, but we," I had to breathe," we have to stop." At that moment I felt him stirring below causing my head to swim.

"Calm down tiger." I had my hands on his tight muscular chest.

"He's ready to roar dearest one." He leaned in closer to my ear. "Especially up inside of you."

I could feel my own wetness pooling down below. I licked my lips. I looked around and we were in a very nice decorative area of the plane that held a bed with expensive furnishings, including this comfy sitting area and a very nice bathroom in the corner.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" He asked looking around.

"We can't, it wouldn't be appropriate and someone could walk in and I don't have any protection..."

"I got you covered. We could make it quick." He was breathing hard and the seam of his jeans looked like it wanted to pop free at any moment.

"Sean?"

He raised up bringing me back down in the comfy chair and ran to the door and locked it.

"You know we shouldn't Sean."

"Tell that to what did you call him, oh yeah, Tiger."

I laughed. He laughed too until this sinister grin appeared on his face.

He kneeled down tracing his thumb around my lips. I watched that same thumb trail down my chin on down to the opening of my blouse. Taking both hands he unbuttoned my blouse, slowly as if I was a special gift he had been waiting on. My heart was pumping hard in my chest. When he got to the last button he stopped.

"What's wrong?" I asked in almost a panic.

"If I go any further, I won't be able to stop."

I was speechless.

"I imagine this a lot different in my head and I'm talking about this one." He pointed to the side of the one on top of his body.

"How did you imagine it?"

"In a bed with rose petals, with candlelight glowing in the background and wine chilling on a table. I'm feeding you strawberries and dipping them in creamy white and brown chocolates."

"There are other things you can do with that chocolate and where those strawberries end up."

"What a nasty mind you have Elizabeth Sinclair."

"Oh believe me, I have a lot of ideas and it ends up with us in a hot shower trying to wash all the stickiness off, no pun intended."

"Did I ever tell you how I love how your mind works?"

"Once or twice."

He sucked my bottom lip between his.

His eyes went down going back and forth. Taking his teeth he unclamped the clasp of my bra front, it opened like a bungee cord. He laughed but it didn't last long as I felt his warm breath going across my left bud.

"Do it," I said in a whisper. He gave me a quick look and my back arched off the sofa when I felt the wetness from his tongue. He wrapped his left arm around my back and used his other free hand to pinch my other harden bud. I moaned, I couldn't help it. Rotating between each hardened nub using his tongue and big hands, I rubbed my hands through his hair.

"So long I've waited," he spoke headed down to my stomach. My head felt so heavy on top of my body I thought it would break off. I closed my eyes relishing in how super sensitive my body was. His hands traveled down the sides of my hips and down my thighs. I was the one that unbuckled my belt but he was the one to unzip.

I watched as his eyes took in the black lace tanga panties I had on. He dipped his head kissing me down below. My hips moved as he held on to the side of my jeans and pulled them down. The air was cool but with him right there, it felt like I was lying out in the warm summer air.

Kissing around the lace, I was wet. Not wet, soaked and was almost at the point of being drenched. I saw when he inhaled and went into attacked mode.

"Oh gawd Seeeeaaannnn!" I called out as he gripped my hips. My eyes rolled back and was blinded for just a moment. My legs were bare and I heard something being ripped off below but I couldn't look as he attacked my now drenched folds bringing my pearl between his thick soft lips. I tried grabbing on to the side of the sofa and the back of it but with his face buried between my legs I lost all sense of familiarity.

"Come for me my Lizzy," he whispered across my opening before going back to punishing me.

I wanted to hold it, but with the swipe of the tip of his tongue, I was a goner. I called out his name, over and over again as my body jerked, not once or twice but detonated into mini explosions. I was breathing hard trying to find any air possible.

Looking down at him, he looked larger than life. Those shoulders had doubled in size, his neck long and muscular and his chest the size of Texas. He was huge, full of muscle and I could only imagine him inside... My thoughts were cut off at the movement of my body being lifted.

"I need you Lizzy, God I need you so bad."

He held me as if I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his large thick waist and nuzzled at his neck while he pulled back the covers on the bed to reveal black silk sheets. Laying me down, I took off my blouse and toss my twisted bra to the side. He stared at my body. Taking his hand he stroked me starting between my breasts all the way down to my slick opening.

I raised up, taking off his t-shirt and kissing him across his wide chest. I could hear his breath slowly becoming hard and raggedly. I turned my attention to his own harden nipple. One lick, two licks, his hips started to move. I unbuckled his belt along with undoing the button and my hands shook when it came to the zipper. I could see Tiger moving behind the seam.

Pulling myself together he balanced himself on one hand, held on to mine while I pulled that gold piece of metal down. Within a split second, that big pink head raised to attention.

My eyes glared up at his.

"Never been a tidy whitey kind of guy."

I licked my lips, because now I knew he would always be ready for me and second, I could always cop a feel and know I was getting right to the source. I held onto the tiger before I heard him take a breath, which was nothing short of eroticism at its finest. It was like music to my ears, the song I had never heard before but instantly became my fav. He was growing even harder in my hand as my fist could no longer grip it.

I took a deep breath.

"Let me see you," those damn words literally spilled from my mouth? Earth calling Lizzy? Controls are failing? Oh damn she's a goner."

He raised up slipping off his jeans.

"Good glory hallelujah," I whispered but I think he heard me. Why did I want to salute him and why was Beyoncé's words playing in my head?

It's too big

It's too wide

It's too strong

It won't fit

It's too much

It's too tough

He had to be sculpted from the Greek god Pan. I swallowed. He seem to smile as my mind filled with lustful words to describe this beast that was ready to play. Now I could see why Shae, Shaunte or whatever the hell her name was wanted this.

I bit my bottom lip and as soon as he crawled in the bed with eyes focused on mine, hips swaying like a panther and legs strong as a roo, there was a knock on the door.

"Shit!" He said shaking his head.

"I'm sorry."

"Believe me I am too. I can't believe they couldn't wait another ten minutes. Hell!"

"Sean we will have plenty of time to finish."

"Do you not see this?" He stroked himself and he was hard as wood.

"Is everything okay in there?" we heard from outside the door. It sounded like my mother.

"Yes, coming."

"If they would have given me five more minutes I would have had you com...."

"Sean shut up, go put your clothes on."

"It's kinda hard with this?"

"Go in the bathroom and whack it off."

"I'm not five Lizzy and I refuse to 'whack it' as you call it."

"Lizzy are you sure you're okay?" my mother asked in a daunting voice.

"Yes, I'm coming."

I bounced off the bed grabbing my bra and shirt. I headed to the sofa grabbing my jeans.

"Where are my panties Sean?"

He hunched his shoulders but then this evil smile appeared on his face.

"Cough them up if you have them, I ain't playing."

He held them up only to reveal them in two pieces."

"Are you freaking kidding me?"

"Sorry."

I slid my jeans on narrowing my eyes at him.

"Um can you put your clothes on."

"I thought you liked them better off chica."

I threw a decorative pillow from the sofa at him.

"Fine!" He grabbed his jeans putting them on and I snuck a view of his backside. Yep, muscley, firm and round, oh goodness were those dimples on each side?"

I ran to the door.

"What took you so long?" she asked walking in as Sean was closing the bathroom door.

"I had fallen asleep."

"I thought Sean was in here?"

"He's using the bathroom."

"Oh." She narrowed her eyes as if scanning for something out of place. She walked towards the bed and grabbed the pillow off the floor.

"I came to tell you we are about to land."

"Oh okay."

Sean flushed the toilet and we heard the water running. Walking out the bathroom on his cell he paused and smiled.

"Let me hit you back up," he said to someone on the other line. He flashed that gleaming smile of his sliding the phone in his pocket.

"Ms. Johnson is everything okay?"

"Well, um, yeah yes." She seem to stutter. I had to hide my smile.

"Mom was saying that we were about to land."

"Oh good. Aren't you excited for your daughter to be marrying an intelligent, handsome, rich, famous allstar football player?"

"Sean I've known you since you had a crusty, runny nose and getting diaper changes."

"Wow what an ego buster."

"Come on, Sam wants everyone in the main cabin."

"You go ahead mom, let me make up the bed."

"I'll help her," Sean said smiling.

"I'm not crazy. You two better be out of here in two minutes," she said walking out.

"Ms. Johnson, I wouldn't take advantage of your daughter. On the other hand you need to be directing that statement to her."

"I'm talking to both of you all."

I walked over to the bed fixing it. As soon as I brushed the last of the wrinkles out, Sean had me pinned to the wall.

"I whacked it as you called it, but I have to admit I was thinking about you when I did it," he whispered against my lips.

"Good," which came out throaty. I had to clear my throat.

"You got lucky, but when we are all alone, it will be whacking inside of you and I expect you will be singing soprano by the time I finish with you." He kissed me softly on the lips before moving away.

"By the way, no more panties. I like you better without them. Oh one more thing, you wear them around me," he pulled out my torn panties. "They will end up like this poor little pair." He stuffed them back in his pocket. Ms. Gibson was standing behind him with a shocked look on her face.

Awkward.