League of His Own Ch. 11

To their surprise, we didn't rely on moving the ball around too much. Our props and second rowers raised their hands and pummelled their defensive line over and over again. With ninety seconds to go our prop crashed through their line and placed the ball down next to the posts, making the scores level with the conversion to come.

Although it looked like an easy conversion, I still took my time as I placed the ball on the kicking tee. It was still possible that I could shank the ball horribly. After taking the usual steps back, I glanced at the posts a couple of times, a couple of deep breaths, before I slotted the ball through the posts.

Thirty seconds later, the full-time siren rang, the referee blew his whistle, and the Rangers confirmed their first win over Brisbane and their first win in southern Queensland in nearly thirty years. It also meant we had established daylight between ourselves and the competition on the table.

Sitting with Brian at the clubhouse on Monday morning before training, he said, "My only slight concern now is the representative season. We're definitely going to be losing you for the entire time, but there's a rumour that at least five of your teammates might be getting a call-up, at least to the training squad to start. The form shown cannot be overlooked."

"What about the Kangaroo tour to Great Britain at the end of the season?"

He glanced away before he looked back at me and grinned. "Win the Origin series and wrap up the Premiership and you'll be one of the first names on the list."

"Reckon the squad can handle the absences?"

"The boys out there won't want to let their captain down, Danny. You're no longer a kid. The respect has always been there though. Hell, it's easy to forget just how long you've been playing at the club now."

"Closer to retirement than my debut, that's for sure."

"Getting those aches and pains now?"

"Sometimes. They're hitting harder and harder nowadays. I'm just glad I haven't suffered too many injuries."

"Just keep looking after your body, and in particular that head of yours. So sad seeing all those old boys suffering from CTE, dementia and other brain degenerative issues. Protocols are a million times better nowadays."

I had always looked after myself from a young age. But I also took that advice to heart more than once. Too many ex-footy players had approached their later years with a myriad of issues, and with the number of CTE cases that exploded out of American football, head injuries were immediately taken much more seriously in rugby league. Concussion protocols ensured that player safety was the most important matter. Head injury assessments were thorough and if a player was showing any sort of symptoms, they would not be allowed to resume playing and would be then stood down from at least the next match.

It was part of the game though. Being concussed, that is. Yes, there were rules that made head contact illegal, but when a game was taking place at breakneck speed, mistakes happen. Most of the time, head contact was accidental though that didn't really matter when the player on the receiving end was left lying on the ground, wondering where the fuck he was and what day it was.

After getting changed into my training kit, I jogged out to the field to join my teammates. Confidence was high. Everyone was almost constantly smiling. We knew that this was our time. Our opportunity. It might not ever come again for most of us.

*****

Kim walked out of the bedroom to join me in the living room. I was wearing my tuxedo though I knew she was going to turn every single head upon arriving. The dress left her shoulders bare. Tasteful cleavage was on display. The hem of the dress was as low as her knees. It was tight to her body.

"You look aroused, Danny," she stated with amusement.

"You come with me each time to the awards and I just love how beautiful you look every single time."

She smiled before walking over to me, leaning up to kiss my cheek. "I might even take my panties off during the night so you can get to work with your fingers. Reckon you could make me cum in front of everyone without them knowing?"

The only reply I could give was a growl as I pulled her tight to my body. "No fucking," Mum stated, "Your limo will be here in a minute."

"We'll be watching it all on television," Kyla said, "Think you'll win it this year?"

"No idea," I replied, "We don't hear about the points anyone gets after round ten."

"I think you're in with a good chance of winning it this year," Wendy said.

"I'm just glad we wrapped up the Minor Premiership on Friday night. Now we can focus on preparing for the finals. Go all the way and finally wrap it all up. Honestly, I could happily retire after winning the competition and then hopefully being selected for the Kangaroo tour to Great Britain."

The limousine arrived a few minutes later, the driver coming up to the door to greet us. My family and lovers wished me good luck before I escorted Kim to the back door of the limousine. She sipped at champagne during the drive into Sydney, the Dally M Awards night being held at Randwick Racecourse, which is towards the eastern suburbs.

As the event was televised, I was led towards the assembled media after stepping out of the limo and helping Kim out of her side. She held my hand tightly as she'd long admitted to feeling a little shy whenever the cameras were pointed in our direction. I kept my personal life as private as possible and I was confident that no one in the media was aware of my rather unusual relationship with Kim, Wendy and Rebecca. Even if they found out, it would probably cause a minor buzz at most.

If they found out about my mother and sisters, we all knew that our lives would be over as we knew them.

Before the ceremony started, there was a meal provided and I didn't miss the fact that plenty of my fellow footy players were taking advantage of the free bar. I knew there was a chance that I'd be up on stage more than once throughout the night to accept awards, so I was keeping my drinking to a minimum. Kim still looked nervous, continuing to hold her hand and giving her a kiss on the cheek every so often.

Once the tables were cleared, the ceremony began. First, there were the yearly awards for the best coach, best player in each position, best captain, best representative player, and the rookie of the year award.

Brian didn't win the 'Coach of the Year' award. He wasn't too disappointed as he had won the award previously when he coached the Rangers to their first top-four finish in decades. The award was given to the coach of the Wests Tigers, a team that had spent many years in the doldrums but had finished in the top four this season for the first time in twenty years. 'Captain of the Year' went to the Wests Tigers as well. I certainly didn't begrudge him winning the medal as every player knew just what he'd done in conjunction with his coach to get the Tigers into the finals.

I was called up to be given a medal as 'Halfback of the Year', remaining on stage as the player given a medal for each position had their photo taken.

Representative Player of the Year was awarded to my Rangers teammate who played fullback for both the club and New South Wales. He deserved it as he was Man of the Match in Game 1 after scoring a hat-trick of tries, and then caused Queensland no end of trouble in Game 2. Game 3 was a little quieter though he scored two tries as we completed a three to nil series whitewash.

Then came the count for the Dally M Medal which is the award for 'Player of the Year', named in honour of Dally Messenger, considered one of the greatest players during the formative years of the competition, playing for Eastern Suburbs from the first year of the competition in 1908 through to retiring at the end of 1913.

From the start of the countdown, it was immediately apparent that there were around three players in contention for the Dally M. Myself a player from Brisbane and a player from Wests Tigers. The Dally M is unique in that the best player doesn't always come from the team that won the Minor Premiership or ends up winning the Premiership.

In the end, the Dally M awards consistency, and not to blow my own trumpet, but that had always been a facet of my game. I liked to believe that I rarely had a bad game. Sure, there had been matches when the opposition managed to keep me quiet, but more often than not, I was able to set up a couple of tries, my kicking game was usually good, and I had grown increasingly confident in my goalkicking abilities over the years.

The counting went down to the wire, but with two rounds to go, I turned to Kim and couldn't stop smiling as I knew the medal was mine. When they announced me as the winner, Kim turned to give me one hell of a kiss, enough to make me blush before I stood up, buttoned up my suit, and began walking to the stage. Plenty of my fellow players stood up to shake my hand as I walked past them.

After being awarded the medal, taking a couple of moments to just look at it up close, I was expected to make a speech. Standing at the podium, I cleared my throat and knew I was probably smiling like an idiot.

"I'm sure you're expecting a speech where I'm going to end up thanking absolutely everyone and their dog. You're right in a way. Although this medal I've been awarded is for my individual performance, I know for a fact that I wouldn't be standing here this evening if it wasn't for the other twelve men I take to the field with every weekend. I'm here thanks to our coach and our trainers. I'm here thanks to the doctors and staff who keep us going each and every week. I love playing for the West Sydney Rangers. I've been dedicated since signing that first contract to winning them a Premiership. Maybe this year will be ours?

In addition to everyone at the club, my teammates, my coach, and all the staff that has ensured I can play rugby league to the best of my ability, week in and week out, there are a few other people that I must thank.

Not sure if anyone remembers here, but I do remember my very first post-match interview and the last person I thanked that evening was my mother. She's not here tonight though I know she's watching. She's been my biggest supporter since the first time I stepped onto a rugby league field as a kid. My teammates see her at the barriers every single home game, and she's usually there at most of the away games around Sydney as well.

Then there are my two sisters who I have adored since I knew who they were to me. They're as big a cheerleader for me as my mother is. I don't think people sometimes realise just how important family is during those formative years, and their continued support has meant the world. I'm a professional, and I want to win, but when it comes to winning, it isn't just for me. It's for my teammates and everyone at the club, but it's also for my family and almost as thanks for all the support they have given me over the years.

Wendy and Rebecca, I know you're watching at home with my mother and sisters. I can only thank you as well for your unwavering support and I hope to see you both by the barriers at the end of September when the West Sydney Rangers win their first Premiership."

That led to plenty of cheers in the audience, mostly from my teammates.

"Finally, there is one special, important woman in the audience tonight. She's going to be a little shy and embarrassed that I'm pointing her out, but she also knows how much she means to me. Just like my family, Kimberly Smith has been one of my greatest supporters. Even when she was incredibly busy and dedicated to her own studies, as she is now Doctor Kimberly Smith, she still made time every weekend to come and watch me play rugby league.

While this award does mean the world to me as a professional rugby league player, this year was made the best of my life earlier this year when Kim accepted my proposal and I'm pleased to say that she's no longer my girlfriend, but she is my fiancée."

That led to even more cheers from the audience.

"Finally, I am simply honoured to have won this prestigious award for the first time. Ever since I stepped foot onto the field for West Sydney Rangers as a professional rugby league player, I've dedicated myself to being the best I can be in my position while doing my level best to bring success to the club. We've come close a couple of times before, but this year, I can only stand here, smile and tell my teammates that this year will be ours. We're going for the title, boys. Let's bring it home!"

I wasn't surprised that when the ceremony wrapped up a few minutes later I was dragged in front of the assembled media to answer some questions. Thankfully, it didn't last too long and I was able to make my escape with Kim. She snuggled into me on the drive home, relaxing on the back seat of the limousine. Mum, my sisters, Wendy and Rebecca were still up and waiting for us to get home, receiving a hug and kiss from each of them.

There was only ever going to be one person in bed with me that night, Kim eager to get out of her dress to show off her sheer panties, thigh-high stockings and heels that matched the colour of her dress. After I carefully undressed as I knew the tuxedo would be sent for dry cleaning, Kim moulded herself into my body as we made out, making her smile as there was no missing my excitement as I poked her.

"I love you, Danny," she whispered as I stroked her bare back, "I can't wait until we're married."

"Not long now until we are married. Excited? Nervous?"

She glanced away, not missing the slight colour in her cheeks. "Something I've dreamed about since I was around fourteen."

"If we'd started dating then, would we have made it?"

"I don't know. I'm glad we both waited to be with each other. We needed to grow up a little bit. Even after all these years, I still hate Rachel for what she did to you..."

"There were a few women that helped make me feel better. One of them is the woman that I'll soon be calling my wife."

What I didn't expect was for Kim to lower herself to her knees before me. She did give me blowjobs though nowhere near as often as other women in the household. And I didn't mind one little bit as I loved going down on her before we made love. But she was ever so eager to have my cock in her mouth, her blue eyes gazing up at me, filled with love and lust, while I ran my fingers through her long black hair.

"Fuck," I grunted, "I'm going to finish rather quickly."

I knew she was trying to smile from the look in her eyes, feeling more of my cock slide into her mouth every few seconds, amazed at how eager she was to please me. When I warned her that I was getting close, I felt her lips seal even tighter around my shaft, grunting a couple of times before I finally erupted inside her mouth.

Hearing her swallow was a major turn-on, Kim eventually removed her mouth to run her tongue up and down my shaft a few times. "Got to keep my future husband happy," she cooed, "And I do love sucking your big dick, Danny. It's just you're usually so eager to eat my pussy before I get the chance."

Lying her down on my bed, I slowly pulled off her panties and spread her legs, her pussy glistening with her excitement. I made her giggle when I pressed my nose just above her pussy and inhaled her scent, releasing a growl that had her laughing out loud.

"Fucking love your pussy, sweetie," I said softly, "Scent. Taste. Appearance. The feel of it when I slide my cock inside you. So warm and tight."

"It was always your pussy, Danny," she replied in a whisper, "You were always going to be mine. I just didn't know I'd be sharing, but I'm okay with that."

I savoured eating her out again that evening, revelling in her taste, loving all the noises she made as my tongue got to work. I teased her by bringing her close to climax before holding back. She usually loved it when I did that, her eyes gazing down over her body into mine. We'd been making love for so long that I knew her body better than anyone. But I still tried the occasional new thing with her and it sometimes worked rather well.

After ensuring that Kim enjoyed quite a few orgasms, crying out loudly each time that I was sure the other residents of the house heard, I slowly kissed up her body until our eyes met.

Her eyes always widened when I slid my cock inside her, the smile on her face broadening as I carefully sank every inch before it was completely inside her.

"Fuck," she moaned, "Every single time, it feels so good, Danny."

"Can't wait until you're off birth control," I admitted.

That had her eyes blinking rapidly. "You really want a baby with me?"

"I think you'll make as wonderful a mother as every other woman in this household, Kim."

We made love for hours in various positions, and I always loved it when Kim would orgasm while we were making love. She enjoyed more than one, and I also loved hearing her beg and whimper for me to cum inside her. Watching her ride me was always a good time, my hands running all over her body while she would ride herself through one orgasm after the other until she simply had to stop and lie on my chest for a few minutes. Then she'd want me to take her from behind, playfully slapping her arse or taking a handful of her hair as I pounded her something fierce.

"Cum in me again," she moaned, "I won't take my pill in the morning. Or again this month."

"So fucking hot," I grunted, "Just roll the dice each and every time."

"I want your baby, Danny," she whimpered, "We've waited long enough. Your wife needs to have your baby too."

"Reckon they're at the door listening to us?"

"I hope so. I want them to know you've filled my pussy all night with your cum. Just dripping the rest of the night."

She was busy giggling to herself a few minutes later when snuggled against me, turning my head to kiss her softly. It wasn't the first time the words between us while making love turned into the idea of having a child together. I knew that Kim wanted to have at least one child with me. But I also knew that while my professional career would end by my mid-thirties, her career as a doctor and physician would last until the official retirement age. She'd worked her arse off to get where she was, and we had already agreed that although it was hot to discuss when making love, having a child wasn't the be-all and end-all of our relationship.

I was accosted by two pregnant and horny women the next morning as I sat down for breakfast, Wendy got down under the table and made enough noises to suggest that she was very happy sucking my dick for breakfast. She eventually made me cum, hearing her gulp my load down before I was given perhaps half an hour to recover before Rebecca walked into the living room, pulled my shorts down where I was sitting on the couch before she straddled my lap and ensured my cock was buried in her snug pussy.

"The winner gets the girls," she whispered while riding me, "Swear you could get a woman pregnant by just looking at her sometimes."

"Heard us last night?"

"I heard you two fucking like mad. It was such a fucking turn-on."

"I'm sure they're thinking the same now while you're bouncing on my cock."

"Best cock ever," she whispered before kissing me, "I can't remember being happier, Danny. And I can't wait to wear your ring with your other girls."

The award ceremony took place during the week leading up to the first week of the Finals Series. Having finished at the top of the table, we would play the fourth-placed team. If we won that game, we'd go straight through to the Preliminary Final. If we won that, we'd make the Grand Final again.

Training took place with added intensity that week. We knew that winning on Friday night would give us a week off. It would give us time to get over any niggling injuries. Time to relax and heal. And more than enough time to prepare for whoever we would be facing in one of the two Preliminary Finals.