“Only because we make them that way.” He makes a slurping sound. “You need to talk to me about anything else?”
Sometimes Buck is surprisingly deep.
“Not right now.”
“Okay. Well, I’m gonna stuff my face with this leftover stew thing Sunny made and then go pick up Balls so we can hit the arena and get ready for the game.”
And sometimes he’s just Buck.
“Oh, wait. I have one more question.”
“Shoot.”
“Do you think Alex will ask for a pre-nup before we get married?”
Buck is silent for a few seconds. “I don’t know. Maybe? I mean, the guy’s worth more than forty million, and he’s still got three years left on his contract with Chicago. So that’s another twenty-four coming his way, plus endorsements. I guess it’s possible, maybe even probable?”
Buck knows a lot about Alex’s salary; I suppose it is common knowledge. “Oh.”
“It wouldn’t be personal if he did, Vi. He has to protect himself even if you two do end up together forever.”
“Right.”
“Did he bring it up or something?”
“No. Dean mentioned it.”
“This is the same guy who told you Darcy was a swinger?”
“Yeah.” I pull up images of Darcy and his wife from the internet. She really is gorgeous—curvy, busty, leggy. I bet she lets him put it in her ass. Whore.
“This guy sounds like a shit-disturber. You need me to come down there and rip him a new one?”
“That’s a sweet offer, but you don’t need to tune up my coworkers. I can handle myself.”
“I’m almost positive the Darcy stuff is bull, but Alex knows him better than me since they’ve played together longer. You could ask him.” More slurping follows.
“Yeah. Okay. I should get back to work. I’ll see you tonight after the game.”
“All right, Vi. Try not to worry about the pre-nup stuff, or Darcy.”
“Okay.”
I try to focus on work after I hang up, but I have the attention span of a toddler on a sugar high. And I’m emotional. I end up hiding in the bathroom so I can silent-cry for a few minutes. I have a horrible feeling, and I don’t know what to attribute it to.
The game tonight will be a welcome break from all the other stuff. It’s been weeks since I’ve seen Alex play live. I’m hoping we can have hot, aggressive, post-game sexy times and tomorrow I can be appropriately exhausted for all the right reasons. Not because I can’t stop worrying.5No Siren Loud EnoughVIOLETI call Alex around five. The game doesn’t start for a few hours, but I won’t get to see him until it’s over, and he’ll turn off his phone by six so he can get into play mode.
He answers the call on the first ring. “Hey, you gonna be home early so I can see you before I leave for the arena?”
“I haven’t left yet, so I don’t think I’ll make it before you have to go.” I glance at the pile of papers on my desk and the endless list of things I need to finish. Yeah, there’s no way I’ll make it home, so the “think” part is just to ease the blow of disappointment. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work.
“What about my pre-game good luck kiss? How’m I gonna get that from you if I don’t see you before I leave?” His voice is low, the way it gets when he’s thinking about sex.
I cross my legs as the fountain of beave turns on. “I gave you loads of good luck kisses this morning. Those aren’t going to carry you through?”
His words come out even grittier. “Those were hours ago. They don’t count.”
He’s so cute. “None of them count? Not even the ones I gave Super MC? Or the one my beaver gave him?”
Alex groans. “That visual is burned into my brain for all eternity. You know this means I have to rub one out on my own, right?”
“I promise me and the beave will take care of you and Super MC tonight after the game, okay?”
Alex sighs. “Fine. Come by the locker room on your way to your seat, though. I’ll make sure they know you’re coming.”
“Are you feeling nostalgic? You want to bang me in the locker room again?”
I’m rewarded with another deep sigh. “Yes, but that’s not why I want you to stop by. I’m getting my kiss before I hit the ice tonight. We need a win, and I need your lips.”
I shiver at his tone. He’s been intense in bed lately—like, locker room intense.
“Okay, and after the game you can have them anywhere you want them.”
“I like the sound of that.”
I peek around the office to make sure no one’s listening and lower my voice. “My beaver’s already drooly.”
“I fucking love how wet you get for me.”
“Only for you, Alex.”
This is a weenie lie. I mean, no one turns me on like Alex, but it really doesn’t take much to make my beaver drool. I’ve always been this way.