17
Beau
The guys had more ice time tonight.
After morning practice, then drills with G, then training, then practice again—I was officially wasted. Like, could hardly move my arms and legs kind of exhausted.
I wasn’t only physically tired, I was mentally done as well.
Trey continued pulling his bullshit tonight. If I could figure out how to fix that situation, I’d do it in a heartbeat. He wanted to be captain—that part I understood. I, more than anyone got that.
But now he was bringing G into the conversation as well.
And that brought something out in me I truly did not understand. Every time he made an immature comment, I wanted to bash his head in.
Just the thought of his disgusting paws on Geneviève, made me want to hurl. She was so—sweet and kind, yet tough as nails when it came down to the important stuff.
The way she’d gotten rid of any offending, allergy inducing product in her kitchen just for me? Just so I’d feel safe? That’d hit me right in the gut.
That was who she was, though. Whenever a roadblock showed up, she was there to meet it and deal with it. This whole fake relationship couldn’t be easy on her, either. The mature way she was dealing with this insane situation—well, most people twice or even three times her age wouldn’t be able to cope.
Gigi just rolled with the punches. I’d never known anyone like her before. She was the captain of her own team, hundreds of miles away from home in a different country, yet she added to her already full plate by taking online classes.
Her light was on until all hours last night. Probably studying.
But this morning she had to drag my sorry ass off the couch. Or more like roll it off. The memory of her threatening and then actually tipping the couch made me chuckle to myself. It was then it finally occurred to me that I was looking forward to coming home.
I tried to think back to the last time I’d felt like this, but I couldn’t think of anything.
A twinge of disappointment niggled at me when I looked up at the dark apartment. No lights on except the outside one. Gigi must’ve gone to bed.
My key turned in the lock and I pushed the door open, surprised to see the sight before me. A few candles were lit in the kitchen, giving it a cool, funky glow.
Gigi was stirring something in a large bowl. I couldn’t count how many different bags and boxes of ingredients she had out and opened.
Her dark hair was up in a crazy top knot, flopping as she gently moved her body to the rhythm of the song that played. Although the music wasn’t loud, G hadn’t heard me walk in. I tossed my bag on the floor and shut the door.
The song ended and the first notes of, “Wheat Kings” by The Tragically Hip whined out of the speaker. Something inside of me suddenly thawed, being replaced with an unfamiliar warmth. Without thinking, I made a beeline directly to her.
She smiled at me—her soft, sweet, caring grin. So genuine. Her eyes—pools of deep, dark brown—sparkling directly in mine. I could fall into those eyes and get lost forever.
A prospect that would have scared the shit out of me a few weeks ago. Now? I wanted nothing more. “Dance with me, Geneviève? S’il vous plait?” I asked, my voice sounding hoarse to my own ears.
“Can’t, my fingers are sticky,” she said, holding out her finger and thumb that were indeed sticky and messy.
“Is that peanut butter?” I asked, taking a swift step away.
“Of course not. It’s a soy based fake one. It’s a pretty good facsimile if I do say so myself. I can hardly even tell the difference.” She wiggled her digits to me. “I’m making protein balls. I adjusted the recipe so you can eat them, too.” She popped her index finger in her mouth, sucking it gently with a small moan.
That warmth inside of me turned hot. I barely croaked out my question, “Taste good?” before I clutched her hand with mine.
“So, yummy,” she said after removing it from between her lips. That heat inside of me moved straight to my cock.
I bent my head, sucking her thumb inside my mouth. Her body tensed as she let out a small, cute as hell gasp. My tongue circled her thumb while I kept my eyes glued to hers—watching her reaction that she couldn’t hide.
Gigi’s eyes rolled back, and she shut her eyelids briefly, obviously liking what I was doing. The cutest fucking moan I’d ever heard came out, then she opened her eyes again. “Delicious,” I said, licking my lips as I smiled down at her shocked expression. “Dance with me, Geneviève,” I repeated my previous plea, setting her hands on my shoulders.
I gripped her waist, pulling that hot body of hers closer to mine. As I turned us around, I found her phone and started the song from the beginning. The sound of the loon call echoed through the flickering light in the darkness surrounding us.