Page 65 of Hockey Boy
With a chuckle, I side-eye her. “You are certainly the perfect person to be in charge of that kind of party.”
Her gorgeous lips pop open in faux shock. “Are you talking crap about my favorite color?”
I shake my head. “Absolutely not. I love the way you look in pink. Especially when it’s a flush on your skin caused by an orgasm I give you.”
Squeezing her thighs together, she lets out a soft sigh. “Aiden.”
“Hmm?” As the light ahead turns red and I stop, I give her my full attention.
“You can’t talk like that.”
“That’s a pity, because I don’t plan to stop.”
The light turns green, and I rev the engine. As the car jolts forward, Lennox laughs so freely, my heart does a little tap dance.
While my coffee percolates,I pull up my morning playlist and turn on my Bluetooth speaker. For years, I’ve started my days the same way: dancing around my apartment naked. I can’t say I don’t get a sick satisfaction out of knowing that my parents would lose their minds if they had even an inkling about what I was doing. And letting my girls hang free while I jam out to Melina, Lake, or Taylor? Heaven.
As I jiggle my sweet booty to the music, I really get down with my bad self. Pretty soon, I’ll only get to do this when Aiden is traveling.
It’s still unreal. The man is moving into my apartment.
I’mmarryinghim.
And he gave me a freaking orgasm I can’t stop thinking about.
God, I wish he’d given me another last night. Instead, he walked me to the door like a gentleman, said “Night Lex,” and winked before walking off, leaving me too stunned to speak.
My first instinct was to shout after him, but how could I, when I’m the one who warned him not to get too attached?
Regardless of how unsatisfied I was when I got home, I slept well. Thank god for that, because I’m meeting my father and Ryder for lunch to discuss Seven’s tour and to hopefully confirm that they’ll play at the Kingston wedding. After I’m finished there, I’ve got a few last-minute errands to run for Josie’s birthday party.
A loudthump, thump, thumpon the door has me jumping and snatching the robe I keep hanging from the coat rack.
Cinching the pink silk around my waist, I saunter to the door and open it wide, expecting to find Millie. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s stopped by to ask me to turn it down. Little does she know I turn it up extra loud so she’ll come and hang out with me.
It’s hard getting time with her now that the Bolts are in the offseason and Gavin isn’t traveling. The man keeps her locked in the bedroom—and when she’s not being used as his sex toy, she’s busy being a mom.
Oddly, it sounds like a perfect little life to me.
“Oh sugarsnap. You’re not Millie.”
Aiden is dressed in a pair of navy-blue shorts and a Bolts shirt—of course—and he’s wearing a confused frown. “Sugarsnap?”
I wave and pull the door open farther so he can come in. “I’m trying something new. I’m not crazy about the duck thing.”
Chuckling, he roughs a hand through his messy curls. “Why not just ‘oh sugar’?”
I shrug. “It’s not enough to get the aggression out, ya know?”
Aiden purses his lips and nods, like he actually gets my insanity. “That’s what I said about duck.”
With a shake of my head, I pad to the kitchen. “Want a cup of coffee?”
“I stopped by to see if you wanted to join me in the gym.”
Coffeepot in hand, I finally take a moment to appreciate the fine-ass specimen that is Aiden Langfield. (Sorry, sugarsnap doesn’t work there. I’m telling you, this not cursing thing is a challenge).
His shirt stretches perfectly across his taut chest, but my real weakness is his damn calf muscles. It’s got to be the skating. No one on this earth has calves as tempting as this man’s.