Page 60 of Shoot Your Shot

“Hello?” he says, completely unimpressed, and puts it on speakerphone. “If it’s a dad joke, I gotta say, I don’t really give a—”

“Well, hello to you too, asshole,” Logan singsongs—totally on-brand. “No dad jokes for you today. Sorry. My dad-a-base is low.”

“Dude, don’t make me hang up.”

“You need to eat a fucking rainbow cupcake with extra sprinkles. That would make you more cheerful,” Logan tosses back before moving on to the next subject. “Hey … so, look, I’m kind of in a pickle. I have a thing I need to go to tonight, and Maci had to go out of town at the last minute. I really need someone to watch Amy for a few hours later.”

He frowns, snapping his gaze to me and signaling like he’s asking me what to do.

Shrugging my shoulders, I tilt my head from side to side before nodding.Sure, I mouth.Might be fun.

“Uh, Kolt, you there?” Logan asks.

“Hang on a second,” Kolt says quickly before setting the phone down and walking toward me.

“Are you sure?” he whispers. “I know everything is supposed to be about us. I was going to see if you wanted me to cook you a nice dinner or something.”

Cupping his cheeks, I smile. “You love Amelia. And I want to get to know her better now that she’s getting older.” I surprise him when I press a kiss to his lips before pulling back. “It will be fun. I need to put in a grocery order anyway. We can get stuff for homemade pizza.”

“You just want to go to Starbucks, is what you’re saying.” He gives me a look, telling me he knows me all too well.

“I mean, Starbs is on the way. It wouldn’t make sense not to stop,” I say with a shrug before darting around him and grabbing his phone.

“Hey, Logan?” I say sweetly. “We would love to watch Amelia. It’ll be fun.”

“Really?” He genuinely sounds surprised. “I owe you guys big time! I’ll drop her off at five. She’ll be so excited to hang out with you and grumpy Uncle Kolty.”

Kolt rolls his eyes before taking a few steps toward me. Stepping behind me, he pushes my hair over and starts kissing my neck.

“Yay!” I choke out through laughter while also growing insanely turned on. “All right, see you then.” I end the call quickly.

“Did you hang up on Sterns?” he murmurs, working his lips against my neck.

When I spin to face him, my nipples are painfully hard from his touch. Since I just woke up and it’s Sunday, I have no bra on, and he instantly notices.

“You seem rather … excited this morning, Buttercup,” he coos, pushing my back against the countertop. “Is it cold in here, or are you just happy to see me?”

“Definitely a tad drafty in here,” I deadpan before I stand on my tiptoes and drag my tongue up his neck, pushing him to give me what I want, knowing he’s not going to.

He’s the most stubborn person I know. If his mind is set on not having sex, we aren’t going to be having any sex.

He hisses, digging his fingers into my hips and pulling my body against his.

I curse that he’s making me wait. While I want nothing more than to tell him everything is fine and we’re going to be together forever, there’s a lot that needs to be said. Not to mention, I have a physical therapy office that’s been running without me there for weeks. Even though I’m going in tomorrow and the rest of the week to work in the mornings, at some point, I need to return to reality.

I mean, I sadly had to build a life without Kolt in it. And I think the most painful part about that is, he didn’t move on at all. In some ways, I’m happy about that. In others … it’s sad that, for all this time, he was just waiting around for me to possibly return.

I peeked into our bedroom; even the bedding was exactly how we had left it.

At the thought of our bed and the memories from it, I feel my chest tightening. I imagine what it would be like if we went in there after all this time. Together.

And now, between my legs is throbbing.

I think about the full-length mirror that’s next to the plush chair in there. And how he got them both because he knew I liked watching us. That I enjoyed seeing him slide inside of me.

Moving my hand between us, I take my time when I glide my palm over the bulge in his sweatpants. I know he isn’t going to have sex with me yet, but we can do other things.

He’s good at all the things.

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