She nodded. “And that’s bad?”
“I gave up a late goal.”
“Oh,” she said. “Damn.”
“I was playing great all night too. They snuck one right by me. Which ruined my night.”
“Why is that?” Madison asked.
“Because of our deal, sweetie.”
“Oh, that’s right,” Madison said. She stepped back from me. “That’s too bad. I’m not wearing a bra under my hoodie.”
“Prove it,” I said.
She turned around and took her hoodie off.
I stared at her back and swallowed hard.
“No bra,” she said, wiggling her hips left to right.
“I don’t remember agreeing to that deal, Madison,” I said.
She paused and looked back at me. “Want to know something interesting?”
“What?”
“I didn’t watch the game, Mav,” she said. “I’m not really a hockey fan. So if I didn’t watch… I don’t know what really happened…”
I jumped for her and she let out a playful cry, covered her chest and ran toward the bedroom.
I caught up to her in two seconds, wrapped my arms around her and stopped her.
She laughed, put her head back and looked up at me.
“How about you move those hands, sweetie?” I whispered.
“You move them,” she said. “You’re the tough hockey player.”
I touched Madison’s wrists and eased them away from her breasts.
My hands moved over her breasts and she groaned, melting back into me.
“Where do we go from here, Mav?”
“To your bed.”
“No. I mean… with everything.”
“Are you trying to talk commitment with me, sweetie?”
“What if I am?”
“Then I would tell you I fully plan on throwing a big, obnoxious-looking diamond ring on your finger and then buying you a big, obnoxious house somewhere outside the city.”
“Well, I don’t like big and obnoxious. So I guess it’s good I can’t commit.”
She smiled and I kissed her.
Then I spun Madison around to face me and picked her up.
We didn’t need a commitment to rings and houses and all that bullshit.
We had a commitment to each other.
Love… with a side of orgasms.