It’s worth it in the end.
Rory keeps her promise to me as well when I get back. Riding my cock long past morning and into most of the next day.
Hailey never ends up getting that shopping trip with her.
forty-nine
Rory
“AmIlate?”Iask, taking a seat next to Hailey. Shimmying out of my jacket. “Have I missed anything good?”
“Nah, they’re still warming up.”
I sigh in relief. I’d been on the verge of panic. Winded, I thought for sure I was going to be late. Work has been killing me lately.
“Nice paint.”
Hailey always paints her cheeks for every game. That concept isn’t new. Only, what’s different this time is the number nine she’s painted in bright red instead of the lines like usual.
“Nice jersey,” she mimics back just as cheekily.
I roll my eyes, but it doesn’t carry any weight because I’m already grinning.
“Do you know how many people have wished they could wear Cole Kellet’s jersey?”
“Probably pretty comparable to the amount who want to wear Finn’s.”
She snorts. “Except the difference is no one’s actually had the pleasure of wearing Cole’s sacred number two before.”
Her focus never leaves the court, while mine is only on her. Is she saying what I think she is?
“You’re the first,” she adds as if reading my mind.
Am I that transparent?
“Get used to it, babe.” She taps her shoulder with mine good-heartedly before angling it down. “Because I don’t think you have a chance of changing now.”
I follow where her head angles. A pair of familiar ice-filled eyes find me all the way from the court. That cocky tug on his lips as his eyes lower to my chest ignites a flurry of sparks underneath the jersey.
His feet are planted, ready for the jump ball, but he doesn’t seem to have a care in the world that his team’s undefeated. Or that this is the second to last game before postseason. His sole target on me and how I’m representing him, choosing us.
That glimmer in his eye, because of me,forme.
I take everything he gives me. My love for him shining through at his pleasure.
I love him. I love Iceman, and the crazy, toe-curling lose-your-breath-over thing is he’s crazy enough to love me back just as hard.
We’ve had a long road, he and I. A journey that broke and tested us both. We sacrificed, failed, pushed through, and somehow ended up here. Coming out better in the end.
We did it!
Besides seeing that look of pride he wears now, the look as obvious as his smile that meets his forehead, I know I made the right choice.
With the jersey and the guy.
“Wow, I would give anything for someone to look at me like that,” Hailey says, inhaling past her teeth.
I swear I hear her whistle but it’s so low I’m second-guessing myself.