Page 26 of Let Me Love You
“Yeah. Someone like me.” The blonde flips her hair over her shoulder.
“And me,” the other quips.
“Oooo, a two-for-one. I bet Colt Thorne would love it. Don’t you?” the blonde asks me.
Gag.
“Excuse me.” I slip past them and head back to the booth despite not feeling hungry anymore.
Colt stares at me, his expression darkening. The familiar clatter of silverware on ceramic cuts through the booth as he drops his fork onto his plate.
“What happened?” he growls.
“Nothing. Girls being bitches, as usual.”
“They followed you?” he grits out. His gaze follows the two girls as they head back to their seats.
“Of course they did.” I roll my eyes and tuck my hair behind my ear. “I think tonight was a bust. Let’s get the check and go home.”
His upper lip curls as he turns to me again. “Fuck them, Ash.”
“I know.”
“I’m serious. Fuck them. They don’t matter.”
“I know,” I repeat. And it sucks because I do know. I know they don’t matter. I know Colt doesn’t play hockey for fame. I’m not even sure he does it for the money. He plays because he loves it. Because he loves being on the ice. Because he loves his teammates. Because it reminds him of his dad and his older brothers. That’s why he plays. It isn’t for the women in the stands, and it sure as hell isn’t for the girls sitting across the restaurant.
“You want me to talk to them?” he asks. “Want me to remind them of where they stand?”
I shake my head. “No. I want you to take me home and remind me you’re mine and you’ll never be theirs.”
Without a word, he slips a hundred-dollar bill onto the table and guides me back to his car. He drives me back to our place before making me come with his mouth twice, then pushes himself into me with one long thrust while whispering how much he loves me in my ear.
And for a little while? The girls’ voices disappear, and I’m left at peace. With Colt buried deep inside me.
Why do we ever leave this bed?
Because right now, I can’t remember.
8
KATE
“Hey, Mack,” I answer the call as I pull into the parking lot. “I just got to the doctor’s office, so give me a second. The phone’s gonna switch from Bluetooth to my phone.”
I turn off the car and press my cell to my ear. “You still here?”
“Yeah, I’m here,” Mack replies.
I breathe out a sigh of relief. “Hi.”
“Hey,” he returns. “How long do you think you’ll be? I’m gonna make dinner and want to make sure I time things right.”
“It’s only a blood test today, so nothing too crazy,” I reply. “How about I text you when I’m on my way home?”
“Sounds good. You sure you don’t want me to meet you for your appointment? I can be there in fifteen—”
“It’sonlya blood test,” I remind him, pushing the lock button on the white Jeep Mack purchased for me after graduation when he asked me to move in with him.