Hearing him excuse himself, I don’t wait another minute and unhook the break before getting behind his chair. He usually does it all himself, but I just want out of here. It makes me uncomfortable to have these women in front of us, ignoring me, and ogling him. They saw that he held me all throughout the game, so it’s obvious we’re together.
“Please can we get a picture with you before you go?” another one of the girls asks. This one seems more timid than the others, innocent even.
“I guess,” he says resigned.
Blondie shoves her phone into my hands while her friends get on either side of his chair.
I move around to the front and narrow my eyes when the blonde sits on Blake’s lap. He’s surprised and clamps his jaw together, but before I can take the picture he shoves her off. “Sorry, but my lap is reserved for one girl only.” He winks at me, and then adds, “If you want a picture, you’ll have to stay with your friends.”
She pouts and gives me an evil glare before getting behind him, and resting her chin on the top of his head. Now Blake is pissed, so I quickly snap the photograph and deliberately cut her head off.
Grinning, I pass the phone back and quickly grabbing the back of Blake’s chair, whisper, “Arms in.”
He does what I say and then I’m dashing away. Hopefully she won’t find us again to redo the photograph. It isn’t until we reach the car that Blake roars with laughter. “What did you do?”
I snicker. “Cut her head off.”
His eyes dance with mirth. “Remind me not to piss you off.”
“That woman could see we were together.” I open the door and wait while he slides into the passenger seat before putting his chair in the trunk.
When I join him in the car, he takes my hand and kisses my palm. “I was pissed too, but you’re the one I live with. The one I love.” He kisses my knuckles. “I don’t miss any of what went on back there.” He’s thoughtful. “I do miss playing and being close to the ice, but surprisingly, I don’t miss it as much as I thought I would.” He shrugs. “I just miss being independent more than anything.”
“You haven’t lost it all, and once we’re settled, Aiden suggested we go looking at cars.” I hold his hand up to my face. “Not until you’re ready though. I don’t want to push you, but maybe give you something to think about.”
He glances away and swallows hard a few times. “That time you couldn’t get out of bed because of a migraine. I felt useless. I had to call Kasey to go get you something to help with the pain. That should have been me.”
I lean closer and slide my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, making him turn to look at me. When he does there is a sheen of tears making his eyes look glassy. “You may not have gone to the pharmacy for me, but you stayed at the side of my bed holding my hand the entire time.” I smile softly. “You cursed a lot while waiting for Kasey to arrive.”
“I hated seeing you in pain.”
“I know.” I place a quick kiss to his lips and move back into my seat. “Let’s get home and eat. Afterwards, we can go to bed and watch a movie,” I suggest.
“You know how much I love going to bed with you to watch a movie.” He chuckles at himself.
I roll my eyes while trying not to fidget in my seat at the thought of getting naked with Blake.
19
Blake
Stretched out on our bed I’m watching Violet as she gets dressed. Just the sight warms my body and hardens places that need to behave with my girl having to get to work. But she’s something—all sleek lines, smooth skin, and breasts that I can get lost in for days. I never considered myself a breast man, until I met Violet, and then I did nothing but dream about what they’d look like without anything restraining them.
Her back to me, she drops the towel, and bending over, steps into her panties, a groan escaping my lips. When she turns toward me her face is alight with mirth, and she lets out a sexy laugh as she sees the obnoxiously large tent over my hips.
“You liked the show, huh?” Violet moves closer and my breath quickens.
I snap my eyes shut and hiss, “Please get dressed.”
“No!”
My eyes open and focus on the nymph crawling up the bed and between my spread thighs. “What are you doing?”
She rolls her eyes. “You really have to ask?”
The sheet quickly disappears and my cock throbs, desperate to feel her mouth.
“It always amazes me at how hard you get, all because of me.” She nuzzles into my groin with her nose before I feel her wet tongue snaking up my erection. When she reaches the tip, her tongue swirls around while she hums as though she’s enjoying my taste.