Page 46 of The Game Changer

“I,” I kiss his left cheek. “Love,” I kiss his right. “You.” I kiss his lips full on with everything I have in me. I can feel his cock twitch and start to harden since he’s still inside me.

“You’re going to be the death of me, woman,” he says, tickling my side as he pulls back slightly. “How about I fuck you in the shower, and then the bed where we can really celebrate this moment.”

“You are incorrigible,” I tell him as we both laugh. I love that we’ve found this comfort in one another. The perfect fit, my person.

* * *

“Are you ready?” I ask John. It is Friday night and we’re going to my parents’ house for dinner. John offered to take everyone out, but my mom insisted on having us over and that she’d cook. He quickly gave in when Mom insisted.

“Yep,” he calls out as he comes down the hall. “Do I look okay? Will I pass the test?” he asks, looking down at his slacks and dress shirt. I tried telling him that he didn’t need to dress up to meet my parents, but he insisted he needed to make a good impression.

“You look extremely handsome. I’m almost mad that we didn’t start dating when you were still playing. Think of all those nights I missed getting to see you in a suit going to and from a game. You’d have been getting laid all the time,” I tell him.

“I can put on a suit for you every day if that’s what floats your boat, but I hate to break it to you, babe, I’m already getting laid all the time. I can’t keep my hands off of you, if you haven’t already noticed that, and when I do happen to not have them on you, you’ve got yours all over me.”

“I suppose you’re right about that.”

“Of course, I’m right.” He smirks at me. “Now, let’s go. I’ve got some parents to impress,” he tells me as he grabs the bottle of wine he picked up today, along with a huge bouquet of flowers for Mom and a bottle of some fancy scotch for my dad.

I so want to give him crap about buying their approval with his gifts, but I don’t want to hurt his feelings by teasing him about them, so I keep my comment to myself. I know he stressed most of the week over tonight’s dinner and what he should bring to them.

I follow him out the door, stopping to lock up for him since his hands are full. “Thanks,” he says once we’re in the elevator.

“For what?” I ask.

“Everything. Helping me through these last few months, for loving me through them.”

“You never have to thank me for loving you,” I tell him, pushing up on my toes to kiss him. He can’t pull me in close because of the flowers in his hand.

* * *

“Hello!” I call out as I open the front door of my parents’ house.

“In the kitchen,” I hear my mom call out. I slip my shoes off and hang my coat up in the closet. I do the same with John’s and he follows me into the kitchen. My mom gasps when she sees us enter. “Oh, my! Those are beautiful!”

“Hello, Mrs. Kennedy, it is nice to finally meet you,” he says, handing over the flowers. “This is also for you,” he says to Mom, handing her the bottle of wine.

“Well, aren’t you just the sweetest?” she asks, setting the flowers and wine on the counter so she can pull him into a hug. He gives me a quizzical look as he wraps an arm around her.

“Sorry, she’s a hugger,” I apologize, realizing I forgot to mention that tidbit. “Mom, this is Johnathan. John, this is my mom, Diane Kennedy.”

“It is so nice to finally meet you, but please just call me Diane. Mrs. Kennedy makes me feel old.” She chuckles.

“Whatever you prefer,” John tells her.

“Where’s Dad?” I ask my mom once introductions are finished and she’s stopped scaring my boyfriend.

“He was working on something in his office. Why don’t you go yell at him to come down and join us?”

“I can do that,” I tell her. “You want to come with me or stay here?” I ask John.

“I’m good with either,” he says sweetly.

“Oh, you’re here.” My dad’s voice fills the kitchen as he steps in.

“Yep, I was just going to come get you,” I tell him as I step into his embrace. I step out of the hug and back to John’s side. I slide my hand into his, giving him a little squeeze of the fingers. “Dad, this is Johnathan Camps, and John, this is my dad, Beau Kennedy.”

“Nice to meet you, sir, your daughter speaks highly of the both of you and it’s my pleasure to finally meet you.”

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