Coda 02 -A to Z

this?”
    “Yes!” It’s almost a sob.
    “Good,” he says. “I’m close too, Ang.” His hand is movin’ on me, touchin’ me, strokin’ me just right, exactly the way I like. He knows me so well. Then he shoves in that last little bit, and that’s all it takes. It’s amazin’, such a rapid, overwhelmin’ relief. I hold my breath so long, I start to see spots. My body clenches around him, and then he comes too.
    I finally manage to catch my breath again. He’s still on top of me, kissin’ my neck and my shoulders.
    “Tomorrow, I’ll let you sleep,” I say, and he laughs. “I hope not.”
    He rolls off of me, and I get out of bed. He doesn’t, though. In an hour or two, he’ll get up and go for a run, but for now, he just pulls the covers over his head and goes right back to sleep. He always does. One more thing about him that I love.
    Little later that mornin’, I’m still loungin’ ’round on the couch in sweats when Matt knocks on the door. I know it’s him right away ’cause anybody else would ring the bell. Matt pounds on it instead, like the damn thing insulted him personally, and he’s here to set it straight. Must be somethin’ they taught him in cop school.
    Sure enough when I open the door, it’s him, leanin’ against the door jamb, and Jared standin’ behind him.

    “What’s your problem?” I ask. Jared looks a little startled, but Matt just raises his eyebrow at me. He never takes my bait. “Get dressed,” he says and pushes past me into the house. “Wear something warm.”

    “Where the hell we goin’?”
    “To church!” Jared says with way too much enthusiasm. ’Specially since I know for a fact he doesn’t believe in God. “Here, you can wear this,” and he hands me a Denver Broncos shirt.
    “What the fuck?” is about all I manage to say.

    “We have an extra ticket to the game,” Matt says to me. “Go get dressed. We don’t want to miss kickoff.”
    I go in the bedroom, where Zach’s awake again. Probably woke up when muscle boy pounded on the door. “What’s Matt doing here so early?” he asks.
    I crawl onto the bed, lay down on him so I can look down into his eyes. “Can I have the day off?” I ask. That makes him laugh. He always thinks it funny when I act like he’s my boss not my lover. ’Course he’s both, but I’m glad he doesn’t let one get in the way of the other. “Seriously, Zach. They want to take me to the football game, but I’m s’posed to work today.”
    He wraps his arms around me, nuzzles my neck a little. “I suppose I can manage one day without you.” His hands are slidin’ down my back, under the waistband of my sweats. There’s only a thin blanket between us, and he grinds against me a little. It’s only been a couple of hours, but I can tell he’s ready to go again, already.
    “Sure you don’t mind?” I ask. Truth is, he’s got me thinkin’ ’bout all the other ways we could be spendin’ our mornin’.
    “I don’t mind,” he whispers. He pulls me tighter against him and grinds against me some more, then gives me a wicked smile. “But you’ll have to make it up to me later.”
    “I promise,” I say, smilin’ down at him. But then Matt yells from the livin’ room, “Cut it out, you two! Ang, we have to go, now !”
    Zach laughs and lets me go. I get dressed, kiss him one last time before I leave. Then we get in Jared’s car with me in the back seat and head for Denver.
    “Sorry for the late notice,” Jared says to me. “It’s supposed to be Brian’s seat, but he’s sick today.”
    “Plus,” Matt says over his shoulder to me, “he wants to be able to turn the channel when the Broncos are getting their asses handed to them by the Colts.”
    Jared scowls at him, and I have to laugh.
    We leave the car at a park-n-ride and take a bus to the stadium, which Jared assures me is way better than tryin’ to park downtown. I’m surprised when we get there. I’ve seen Invesco Field before but never up this close. Somehow it’s bigger than I ever realized. I’m also surprised how it’s like one big party, all ’round the stadium.
    Matt and Jared are talkin’ ’bout Peyton Manning and pass rushin’ and special teams and a buncha shit that’s total fuckin’ Greek to me. Doesn’t matter. Not really listenin’ to ’em anyway. I’m too busy just lookin’ at all the people. It’s like a fuckin’ circus of blue and orange. Feels like the whole place is charged, and you can’t help but