The five of them had spent all of Christmas Eve wearing them as they’d eaten dinner and opened the gifts in their stockings.
It had been everything he’d ever wanted as a kid. The best part of the night had been the three adults taking turns reading the memories out loud. It had prompted a few more memories, which they’d quickly written down and added to the pile.
The only hitch had been Hailey. Tonight, she hadn’t been her usual warm, happy, fun self. After leaving cookies and milk for Santa and putting the girls to bed, she’d gone to her room.
They’d been together pretty much constantly for most of the day, so maybe she just needed space. Except, he thought about her text messages. The first one had been cool.Thinking of you. He’d liked that.
The second one had tripped a switch in his chest.I miss you.
Fuck, yeah.
That’s what he wanted to hear.
But the third—that she wanted to be with him all the time?Holy shit.Joy had burst in his heart, as bright and intense as a solar flare.
So, if she wants to be with me, should I reach out? Or do I leave her alone?
He’d never been in a relationship before, so he didn’t know.
After he got ready for bed, he talked to his teammates, who were down that they’d lost another game. He’d let them know it was just a period of adjustment, that they’d get their mojo back with the new lineup. He sure as hell hoped that was true. Every game mattered if they were going to make it to the play-offs.
And we sure as hell will.
He got into bed, leaving the covers at his waist.
I just want to spend every minute with you.
What was the harm in reaching out? He sent her a text.
Cole: You okay?
Three dots floated across the screen, disappeared, reappeared… And then…nothing.
Cole: I get it if you need time to yourself, but if something upset you, let me know who to slay.
He sent her a GIF of a warrior with a sword.
Still no response.
That’s fine.
Look, he wasn’t some puppy dog who needed to follow her around and hump her leg every damn second of the day, so he got out of bed and did a few manly things like pull-ups and his knee exercises. Maybe he’d watch some porn, blow snot out of his nose or something.
Yeah. That’s what he’d do. He’d watch wrestling and scratch his balls. He wouldn’t act like a kid with a crush and wonder what Hailey was doing at that moment. She obviously needed some time alone.
Totally fair.
He got back under the covers and reached for his phone, ready for some porn.So…how do you find it?He’d never watched it. Not even as a teenager. Not sure why. Maybe he just preferred a warm, responsive body. He loved the way a woman smelled and her soft, smooth skin. The weight of her tits in his hands. That hard, beaded nipple, and the pants and sighs that told him he was making her feel good.
Shit. Now, he had wood. He definitely needed porn.Do you just put the word into a search engine?And then what? How do you choose which site, which video?
Fuck it.The only skin he wanted to feel was Hailey’s. The only mouth he wanted on his dick was hers. Desire surged through him, hot and dark. He’d made love to her twice, but he’d never fucked her. And he needed to. Needed to yank her hips up, ram that ass up against him, and slam into her. Needed to grab her tits, feel the slick nub between her wet folds—wet forhim—and grind against her ass as he shot his load deep inside her.
What he felt wasn’t all sweet and romantic. It was carnal and wicked and hot.
He got a flash of her lips parted, neck arched, eyes closed as he fucked her. Her big tits bouncing.
Fuuck. Squeezing his cock, he wondered if he had any lube in his nightstand.