Page 116 of Holding The Reins

I’ve been planning this night for almost two months. Ever since I looked up in the stands at the charity game of the Sundown Festival in August and saw CeCe cheering for my game winning goal in her Stars jersey. My jersey. It hung almost like a dress on her, but somehow, she managed to make it look fucking adorable paired with tights and boots.

When she turned to high five Mabel and the name Carter flashed before my eyes on her back, I knew. Well, I knew two things. One: I would make her an official Carter as soon as possible, and two: I really wanted to fuck CeCe in nothing but that jersey. I’ve been planning my first thought ever since. Of course, I was a fuck of a lot more confident when it was all just theory.

I call Ginger and Cole and finish my morning tasks before heading home to shower and take CeCe to the office. She’s pretty much living with me now, and that’s just the way I want it. I want her with me every second of every day and have almost successfully achieved that. We’re inseparable.

Ginger

The photographer is arriving early, I’ll pick her up and take her to my place. Everything is set. Calm down, I can tell you’re sweating just from the way your voice sounded on the phone.

Cole

Stop busting his chops, woman. He’s got a right to be nervous, she could say no.

Ginger

God dammit, Cole Emmett Ashby. You don’t say that to a man at a time like this. I know your Mama taught you manners. Use ‘em.

Cole

Retreat to your corner, Rocky. I’m just messing with him. We know CeCe is saying yes.

Ginger

Now you’re just jinxing him.

I’m starting to think this is a form of weird foreplay between you two.

Cole

Like fuck it is, you gotta actually like someone for that.

Ginger

Feeling is mutual and PS: you couldn’t handle me anyway.

Ok, I want out of this group chat, see you both later.

Cole

You’re right, I already can’t handle you on the best of days.

Nash has left the chat.

Cole added Nash to the chat.

Cole

We need to be able to talk to each other in two hours, stop being a bitch.

Fine but if you’re gonna foreplay text, do it in private.

Ginger

Fine.

Cole

Fine.

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