Page 20 of Hat Trick Heart

“Whoa! Don’t you hurt yourself. I’ve got you.”

And I hold her hand, walking her slowly across the parking lot, ever vigilant for anything that might hurt my girl.

I settle her in the passenger seat and she sighs, settling in the warmth of the car. I slide in and eye her, smiling. “You are so beautiful, Angel. I missed you like hell today.”

Her smile grows like the sunrise coming up over the mountains around us. “I missed you too.”

“Let’s get you home.” I start the car and we head to her place, slowly, wrapped up in the eerie silence of the cold, white streets.

But I’m relieved to have her here with me, knowing that she’s safe and that I’ll make sure she stays that way.

9

SASSY

We reach my place and the roads are terrible. We pass two accidents on the way and I thank heavens that Emile came and got me because the snow continues to fall heavily and the temperature on the dash continues to fall.

“You want to come in?” I smile at him and he sighs, grinning. “I wasn’t sure if you’d ask me in.”

“Why?”

“I wasn’t sure after I did what I did yesterday.”

My brow crinkles. “What? You mean leaving without telling me.”

“I took your virginity. And I wasn’t gentle about it at all. I probably hurt you. I’m not a little guy.”

My brow lifts and I smirk. “I’d agree with that. But I liked it. I’m not sure why you’d say all of that. I’m not mad at you.” I glance out the window at the mess around us. “And I wouldn’t send a dog out in this.”

I eye him up and down. “I don’t think you’re a dog.”

He grins. “Nope. I’m not.”

He follows me inside and right after we get our coats off, I turn on the lights and grumble when they don’t come on. “I guess the power’s out.”

“You’ve got a fireplace. Why don’t I light it for you and we can cuddle up out here and just talk?”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Just talk?”

He shoots me a wicked look, his dark brow raised. “To start with. We’ll see how the rest of the night goes.”

I shake my head and walk to the bedroom to change my clothes and grab some spare blankets.

I put on some yoga pants and a loose t-shirt that I wear when I’m staying at home. It’s worn and comfy and faded to the softest blue.

I hand him the blankets and he sets them out and holds a hand out to help me sit down in front of the fire. I take his hand and sit down, smiling when he sits as close to me as he possibly can.

“I’ve noticed that sometimes when you see one of the guys or even when you’re talking to me, you kind of curl your lip. Do you not like sports at all?”

I cock my head. “I wouldn’t say that I hate sports exactly. I just don’t trust jocks.”

“Why?” he asks and his fingers idly run down my arm, setting off little flickers of fire under his touch.

“I guess it started back in school,” I huff, turning to the fire and studying the flames.

“Tell me about it.” He tugs me into his chest and the warm, spicy scent of him washes over me. Tingles erupt all over my body and my pussy tightens, my nipples suddenly pebbled points.

“I got picked on a lot. I mean. I wore glasses and I had a little stutter that made me quiet because I didn’t like people to hear it. My parents also didn’t spend a lot of money on clothes for me so I tended to have older clothes that my mother found at garage sales.”

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