After the boys had pulled off the win and the stares from all the WAGS had died down. Carson and Nat headed downstairs towards the locker room to wait for the boys. Carson and Nat waited in the family room for the boys to come out. Cam came out first with Jack following shortly after. She watched as Cam walked over and hugged and kissed. The really were the cutest couple with Cam's boyish looks and Nats natural beauty.

Jack made his way over towards Carson while trying to straighten out his tie. He had made it a little tight around his throat. Once he got to her he wrapped his arms around her and rested his forehead against hers. Just staring into her eyes, he could read her like an open book through her eyes. Some people could read people through their body language. Others from their facial expressions. But Carson had always guarded herself in every way possible so people couldn't read her easily. Except she never guarded her emotions in her eyes.

And right now he could see the hurt and sadness floating around eyes. He wasn't sure if it was directed all for her brother or if some of it was because of her mother. All he knew was he was going to do whatever it took to get through this.

"You ok?" He murmured quietly, moving one of his hands to her cheek and stroking it with the back of his fingers.

"Yeah just dandy," she replied, putting on a fake smile.

"Cars," he sighed.

"Fine no I'm not alright," she sighed, her eyes darting around to see if anyone was paying attention. There were a few people left around, they were trying to make it look as if they weren't paying attention. But not doing a very good job of being incapicous.

"My aunt kept calling during the game. I tried to ignore her as much as I could. But 'she' just wouldn't stop calling me. So I ended up answering the call. I kinda got ambushed and my 'mother' and I use the term very loosely, had called my aunt and convinced her to call me," she took a breath, "Well I kinda ended up forgetting where I was and went off on her and my aunt. So now all the other wives and girlfriends know what's going on."

"I'm sorry baby. We'll get through this, ok? We'll do whatever we need to do for your brother. I will help you get through this. And don't worry about those nosy cluckets," he told her, moving one of his hands to stroke her cheek, with the back of his fingers.

"Thanks Jack," she sighed, with a small smile.

"Anytime baby," he replied, than placed a light kiss on her lips.

"So did you tell her?" Cara asked, walking over to them, pulling RJ behind her.

"Tell me what?" Carson asked, raising an eyebrow and looking between Cara and Jack.

"No Cara I haven't asked her yet," Jack responded.

"Jack," Cara whined, with a small pout.

"Cara honey leave him alone," RJ Umberger chuckled, and shook his head at his wife's pout.

"Oh whatever you," Cara responded, waving her hand in her husbands direction. "Anyways, RJ and I are without the girls tonight. So we're having a little get together with some of our closest friends."

"You want to go baby?" Jack asked, looking down at her.

"Oh she's going," Cara replied, gently grabbing her wrist and pulling her away.

"I guess I don't have a choice," Carson chuckled, looking over her shoulder with a full fledged smile, watching as RJ and Jack both chuckled and shook their heads.

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Carson wasn't sure had long they had been at the Umberger's house or how many drinks she had downed. Nor did she really give a fuck at that moment. Although she would definitely pay for it in the morning.

Cara had been true to her word. There were no 'nosey cluckets' as Jack had called them, at the Umberger's. Cara and RJ, Cam and Nat, Steve and Amberleigh, Jared and Lauren, and than some neighbors that Carson had no idea who they were. Well maybe she did, but she was just too damn drunk to really care.

Even though it was nearing two-thirty in the morning the party or whatever you wanted to call it was still in full swing. She stumbled down the hallway running smack dab into a hard chest. The persons arms wrapped around her as she bounced backwards off their chest. Chuckling she looked up at her savior to find Jacks warm dark eyes.

"Well hello sexy," she tried to whisper seductively, running a hand up his chest. But it came out more of a slur.

"I was just coming to find you. You ready to head home baby?" He asked.

"Mmmmmmmm I guess so. As long as I get to do whatever I want to you when we get home," she whisper in his ear, standing on her tippy-toes.

"Hey you two headed out?" RJ asked them, walking into the hallway behind Jack.

"Yeah I think so," Jack responded.

"You sure? We have an extra room you two can stay in. Cam and Nat are staying in the other guest room," RJ stated, looking his teammate over.

"Their not leaving RJ. I will not be held responsible 'Captain America' getting hurt," Cara stated, walking up to them.

"I'm not drunk Cara. I've only had a couple of beers and the last one was like an hour ago," Jack told her.

"I don't care. Take her upstairs and to bed. She looks like she's about to pass out," Cara told him, looking at a very wobbly Carson.

"It's no use arguing with her Jack. She always wins," RJ chuckled.

"That's right, because I'm always right." Cara said with a triumphant smile.

"Whatever you say honey. Whatever you say," RJ told her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her away.

Jack had to shake his head at the couple. They were too lovey-dovey if you asked him. Not that he blamed them, because he could see how much they loved each other. Realizing that Carson was going to need some help up the stairs, he bent and swept an arm under her knees and the other one around her back. She made a squeaking noise and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and buried her face in his neck.

Once they made it to the extra bedroom Carson squirmed out of his arms. One of her hands went to his arm and held it while she pulled off her shoes. He turned to shut the door, once he turned back around he found himself being pushed back against the door. Carson's hands were on his shoulder and she lifted up onto her tippy-toes and crushed her mouth against his. He was in a semi-state of shock at her aggressiveness for a moment, but than remembered when she was drunk liked to be aggressive.

His hands moved to her hips and held them in a firm grip, pulling her body closer to his. She ran her tongue over his bottom demanding entrance, which he gladly accepted. As soon as his lips parted, she bit his bottom lip hard. Causing him to groan in pain and pleasure, he was shocked that she hadn't drawn blood with how hard she bit.

Jack turn them so now her back was pressed against the wall. She gasped in surprise and he took advantage of the opportunity and slipped his tongue past her parted lips. As their tongues wrestled against each other their hands started roaming each other. Her small hands ran up his chest and started undueing the buttons of his button up shirt. When she got to the last button she placed her hands on his bare skin and moved them up to his shoulders where she pushed the shirt off his arms.

Jack moved one of his hands to the front of her jeans and with a flick of his wrist had them undone and was pulling down the zipper. Than grabbed the sides of her jeans and panties and started moving them down. When he had them half way down Carson's thighs, her hands grabbed his wrists stopping him. She pulled her mouth away from his leaving them both panting for air. He gave her a quizzical look, even though she probably couldn't see it in the darkness of the room. She held a smirk on her own face in the darkness and shimmed her pants and panties the rest of the way off her legs and than pulled her feet out of the garments.

You could feel the sexual currant moving around them as she moved her hands towards his pants. All of the sudden she lost some of her courage and found her hands shaking as she reached for the button on his slacks. Finally getting the button and zipper done after a few seconds. Jack pressed his body up tightly against hers eliciting a moan from her and buck her hips.

Jack realized there would be no taking his sweet time, no teasining her, there would be no foreplay, there would be no passion tonight. Well there would be angry passion, Carson was angry and hurt, so they would be having fast and angry sex. Not there was anything with angry sex. If she wanted to take her frustration out and use him, than he was just fine with that.

Before he knew it she had shimmed his pants and boxers down just enough for his erection to come free. His hand was running down one of her sides, to her leg and hiking her leg up to his hip. She wrapped her hands around his neck as he slammed himself inside of her. Both of them groaning out at the feeling of him filling her completely. He pulled back and slowly pushed back in, he repeated his actions two more times at the same pace.

Carson loved the side of Jack that he was showing right now. The sweet, slow, passionate side. But that wasn't what she wanted or needed right now. She wanted hard and fast. She dug her fingernails into the back of his neck and leaned up to his ear.

"Faster John," she moaned his first name, nipping at his ear.

Just hearing her calling him by his given name made him harder and had him start moving faster. No one ever called him by his first name. Well except for his mother, but that was only when he was being scolded like a child. Carson only called him that if she was angry or in the heat of the moment. Every body else just called him JJ, Captain America, or Jack.

As soon as he started moving faster everything seemed to move faster. The room seemed to heat up more. The only sounds that could be heard were sounds of flesh hitting flesh and their moans and groans, and occasional grunts. Carson lifted her other leg around Jacks hip, he continued to slam in and out of her body against the bedroom door. Both of their bodies covered in sweat, that it was hard for her to maintain her grip on him.

She felt the familiar sensation started to build in her and with a few more thrusts. He had her screaming out his name, as he covered her mouth with his own.

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Carson woke up groggily the next morning. She reached for the familiar warm body next to her, but found the spot empty and cold. Slowly turning her head and opening her eyes, she took in her surroundings. At first she was confused as to where she was, she didn't recognize anything around her. But wincing when her eyes widened when everything from the night before hit her.

'Had she really been so drunk that she had hot raunchy sex in her friends house? Oh god yeah she had.' she thought to herself.

She became slightly mortified with her actions. If she had been sober she would never have had sex in a friends house. All she wanted to do was get out of there quickly and hopefully without anyone noticing. She figured since Jack wasn't there with her that he was probably at practice. She quickly got out of the bed and went around picking up her discarded clothing. Quickly getting dressed and running a hand through her hair, to at least make it look like 'I had raunchy sex in my friends house hair'. She looked around the room for her purse, but not finding it she remembered she had left it in the kitchen.

She opened the bedroom door and stuck her head out listening for any sounds or movement coming from in the house. Not hearing anything she quietly made her way down the hallway and downstairs. Once she had made it downstairs and almost to the kitchen, not seeing or hearing anyone. She figured she had escaped the 'Walk Of Shame'. Well that was until she could smell bacon and hear laughter coming from the kitchen.

She had been hoping the girls would still be asleep or gone. And she wouldn't have to face them at all. But it would seem as if fate was not on her side. Walking slowly into the kitchen with her head held high, she found it just being Cara and Nat in the kitchen. Cara was cooking at the stove, while Nat sat on one of the barstools.

"Goodmorning Carson," Cara chirped from the stove.

"Morning," Carson mumbled in response, looking at anything but the two women in front of her.

"Did you have a good night?" Cara asked, turning around and looking at her with a knowing smirk.

"I have no idea what your talking about," she muttered.

"Sure you don't," Nat replied with a smirk this time.

"I don't," she answered, feigning innocence.

"OH GOD JACK HARDER FASTER...... YES JUST LIKE THAT," Nat replied loudly.

"PLEASE..... PLEASE DON'T STOP JACK..... YES YES YES... OH GOD," Cara stated loudly right after Nat.

Carson felt her cheeks burn bright red and her eyes widen again. "Oh god I do not sound like that," she muttered.

"Well ya did last night," Cara said with a smirk.

"Oh god I'm sorry Cara..... I usually don't act like that..... I don't know what got into me," Carson apologized quickly.

"Maybe Jack," Nat laughed.

"Oh yeah Jack got in that good," Cara chuckled, Carson's cheeks flushed even brighter at their teasing.

"It's all good though Hun. I'm just glad my girls weren't here to here it," Cara laughed again, sliding a plate to her as the doorbell rang.

Carson dug into the plate as Cara went to answer the door. She could feel Nat keep glancing at her as she sipped her coffee. She almost wanted to snap at her, but knew Nat wasn't doing it to be rude. She could hear Cara speaking to someone in the other room and could hear the other person respond, although she couldn't make out what either one was saying.

"HELLO MY LITTLE RAY OF SUNSHINE," she heard the familiar voice of her best friend Joey behind her.

She swallowed her food and turned her head and looked at him.

"Hey Joe," she replied. "How'd you know where I was?"

"Well darhling, a little birdie may have called and told me you needed your bestest friend in the whole wide world," Joey replied, sliding onto the bar stool next to her.

"And would this little birdie be the best boyfriend in the world of mine named Jack Johnson?" Carson asked.

"Why yes that sexy hunk of man meat you call a boyfriend would be the reason," Joey replied with a straight face.

Out of the corner of her Carson could see Nat choke on her coffee. At that point Carson, Joey and Cara broke out laughing. Even though Joey could play the perfect gay best friend, he was anything but. Joey was straight as a pin, and if Carson didn't have Jack, would have given him a shoot.

"Ok Joe you can drop the act. I think we may have given poor Nat a heart attack," Carson laughed. "The nosy cluckets aren't here."

"Damnit and I was so hoping to get under someone's skin," Joey laughed.

That's right Joey always put on the gay act around the other WAG's. Because for some reason if it were more possible they did didn't like Joey more than Carson. Maybe they were insecure that Joey might steal their men from them.

After introductions and after Carson finished eating. Joey and her left together, to go spend some much needed best friend time together. They spent hours together laughing and talking. Joey even let Carson pour her heart out to him and cry her eyes out. By the time Joey dropped her off at home she felt much better.