not realising that the close-up shots of the action would make the play look even more brutal, not to mention the slow-motion replays that showed every tackle, hit and knock. Mandy could even hear the sounds of impact as bodies slammed together. The North Queensland team remained in the lead for most of the game.
Mandy nearly fell off the sofa when a very close-up shot of JT showed blood streaming down his face.
“Oh, my God!” she cried out as the image was displayed on the television screen. Riley—bless his heart—took her hand and told her it was all part of the game, and that JT had bled many times. Riley’s words didn’t really help Mandy all that much. She could not imagine how, if it had been Brodie bleeding the way JT was, she’d be able to describe that, over the phone, to Caitlin in her promised match update.
The game went right down to the last minute, when a player accurately nicknamed ‘the Flash’scooted away and scored what ended up being the winning try. The siren sounded soon after, ending the game. The Jets had won.
Mandy was jumping around the room, high-fiving with Riley, looking like some sort of madwoman, when Riley stopped and pointed to the image of JT on the television screen. Mandy listened to her man’s deep voice as he answered questions about the game—he sounded so sexy.
Mandy’s heart skipped a beat when she heard JT ask if he could send a shout out to his woman at home.“Love you, Mags. See you and Riley soon, gorgeous.”
Riley bounced around the room, going on and on about everyone hearing JT saying his name on national TV. Mandy felt exactly the same—she didn’t even mind that JT had called her Mags.
* * * *
The month of July saw Mandy and JT settle into a familiar pattern—Mandy working while JT went to training, him accompanying her to sell her art at the various markets around Sydney when he could, and Mandy to the league games played at the Jets’ home ground. The happy couple socialised with Brodie, Caitlin and young Riley at least once a week. They ate dinner with JT’s father regularly, and the odd breakfast.
Riley had stayed over with them one night so Brodie could have a special night out with Caitlin. JT had a ‘cat that swallowed the canary’ look about him all night long. He definitely was a shocker at keeping secrets, Mandy had decided. With all the fuss and secrecy involved, she’d guessed that maybe there was a wedding proposal in Caitlin’s future.
Just as Mandy had surmised, after a romantic dinner at one of the finest restaurants in Sydney, Brodie had in fact proposed to Caitlin—down on one knee with a pink, heart-shaped, diamond solitaire gold ring held out on offer, Brodie had vowed to look after Caitlin and Riley forever, if she would have him. When an excited, squealing Caitlin had rung to give the good news that she had—of course—said yes, describing the night and Brodie’s promises, Mandy had become so emotional she’d begun to cry with happiness.
Mandy and JT remained incredibly passionate. A single touch or look made her melt, and her mind usually erupted like a volcano, spewing colour like molten lava. Mandy’s breasts, so used to being aroused, just remained full and almost painful to touch these days. JT always appeared to be hard and ready for her, his appetite insatiable. The busy schedule did take a toll on Mandy, though. By the first week of August, she just couldn’t shake off a tiredness that was draining most of her energy.
JT had travelled away for two games over the last month, but Mandy was getting better at dealing with his absences. Caitlin and Riley kept her company. One night, when the Jets were away, some of the players’ partners got together at Mia’s to enjoy dinner and Caitlin’s singing. Mandy, although not hungry, as food seem to unsettle her sensitive stomach, did enjoy the company. She felt more and more like a part of JT’s rugby league life, and often wondered how she had managed
Mandy nearly fell off the sofa when a very close-up shot of JT showed blood streaming down his face.
“Oh, my God!” she cried out as the image was displayed on the television screen. Riley—bless his heart—took her hand and told her it was all part of the game, and that JT had bled many times. Riley’s words didn’t really help Mandy all that much. She could not imagine how, if it had been Brodie bleeding the way JT was, she’d be able to describe that, over the phone, to Caitlin in her promised match update.
The game went right down to the last minute, when a player accurately nicknamed ‘the Flash’scooted away and scored what ended up being the winning try. The siren sounded soon after, ending the game. The Jets had won.
Mandy was jumping around the room, high-fiving with Riley, looking like some sort of madwoman, when Riley stopped and pointed to the image of JT on the television screen. Mandy listened to her man’s deep voice as he answered questions about the game—he sounded so sexy.
Mandy’s heart skipped a beat when she heard JT ask if he could send a shout out to his woman at home.“Love you, Mags. See you and Riley soon, gorgeous.”
Riley bounced around the room, going on and on about everyone hearing JT saying his name on national TV. Mandy felt exactly the same—she didn’t even mind that JT had called her Mags.
* * * *
The month of July saw Mandy and JT settle into a familiar pattern—Mandy working while JT went to training, him accompanying her to sell her art at the various markets around Sydney when he could, and Mandy to the league games played at the Jets’ home ground. The happy couple socialised with Brodie, Caitlin and young Riley at least once a week. They ate dinner with JT’s father regularly, and the odd breakfast.
Riley had stayed over with them one night so Brodie could have a special night out with Caitlin. JT had a ‘cat that swallowed the canary’ look about him all night long. He definitely was a shocker at keeping secrets, Mandy had decided. With all the fuss and secrecy involved, she’d guessed that maybe there was a wedding proposal in Caitlin’s future.
Just as Mandy had surmised, after a romantic dinner at one of the finest restaurants in Sydney, Brodie had in fact proposed to Caitlin—down on one knee with a pink, heart-shaped, diamond solitaire gold ring held out on offer, Brodie had vowed to look after Caitlin and Riley forever, if she would have him. When an excited, squealing Caitlin had rung to give the good news that she had—of course—said yes, describing the night and Brodie’s promises, Mandy had become so emotional she’d begun to cry with happiness.
Mandy and JT remained incredibly passionate. A single touch or look made her melt, and her mind usually erupted like a volcano, spewing colour like molten lava. Mandy’s breasts, so used to being aroused, just remained full and almost painful to touch these days. JT always appeared to be hard and ready for her, his appetite insatiable. The busy schedule did take a toll on Mandy, though. By the first week of August, she just couldn’t shake off a tiredness that was draining most of her energy.
JT had travelled away for two games over the last month, but Mandy was getting better at dealing with his absences. Caitlin and Riley kept her company. One night, when the Jets were away, some of the players’ partners got together at Mia’s to enjoy dinner and Caitlin’s singing. Mandy, although not hungry, as food seem to unsettle her sensitive stomach, did enjoy the company. She felt more and more like a part of JT’s rugby league life, and often wondered how she had managed
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