Page 102 of Pinkie Promise

She meets my eyes, blushing, and warmth rips through my chest.

“N-no, not exactly,” she stammers, looking nervously to the side, but I swoop down and crush a kiss to her lips anyway, loving the idea of her keeping tabs on us. I’m not sure how Fallon will have gotten her hands on all of that inside information but Idecide to push that thought to one side so that I can just relish in the idea of her being as into me as I’m into her.

I pull back panting and Fallon looks up at me with dazed eyes. I smirk down at her and then readjust my position between her thighs.

My shaft is ready for another pumping but with no condoms in arm’s reach I need to not press myself against her.

“Do you know where I was going with this?” I ask, stroking tenderly over the side of her belly. “Do you know what I was going to ask you?”

She shakes her head, still with that slightly nervous look on her face.

“I’m asking you to make sure that you’re free that night so that you can watch your man win the hockey championship, at home in Carter Ridge.”

I smile down at Fallon but she just stares up at me, unblinking.

After ten full seconds of her not giving me the confirmation that I wanted, I feel my cheeks beginning to burn, feeling like the world’s biggest idiot.

Have I read too deeply into this relationship? Am I coming off way too strong right now?

Fallon starts nibbling on one of her fingers, evidently a nervous tick.

The fact that she’s doing that now, when I’ve just asked her to come support me at the biggest game of my college career? Not a good sign.

She must realise from the way that I’ve turned rigid on top of her that I’m embarrassed as hell and feeling like a total idiot because she quickly stops biting on her finger and cups my jaw in her hands.

“Sorry, that was a weird reaction,” she says quickly, pulling my face down to hers so that she can press a few little kisses tomy mouth. I close my eyes briefly, savouring the sweetness of her affection. “I would love to come to watch your game but I just… it might not be in the way that you think.”

I have literally no idea what that means.

Failing epically at not frowning I pull back from her and ask gruffly, “You think we won’t make it to the final or something?”

Her eyes go huge and she shakes her head. “No, of course not! I definitely, definitely,definitelythink that you’ll make it to the final. That’s not it at all, I…” She suddenly smacks her palm down hard on her forehead, the sound so loud that my eyes go wide.

I pull at her wrist, forcing her hand away so that she can’t hit herself again.

“This isn’t coming out right,” she mutters, more to herself than to me. Then she looks deep into my eyes and says, “I will definitelycome to your game, but I don’t want to say anything about it yet. Just… trust me, okay?”

She’s smiling up at me now, which makes me think that whatever is going on in her head is a good secret, not a bad secret, and I’m dying to know what it is, not wanting anything kept between us.

I stare down at her for a few long beats and then drop my head to the pillow, breathing out a nervous laugh.

“Okay,” I say, holding her tighter, even though I’m still a little unsure by her hesitant response. I trust Fallon completely and if she says that she’ll try to make it to the final, should we get there, then I’m going to choose to believe her, even if there’s obviously something that she’s thinking about that I’m not currently in on.

And from the way that she’s pushing my hand up her body, over the soft curve of her waist and up to her beautiful breasts, I know that she’s trying to reassure me. Trying to tell me that she’s mine, even if she’s got some kind of secret that she doesn’t want to tell me about right now.

“I trust you,” I murmur, before hefting my body off the bed, pulling Fallon right up with me, and then grabbing the box of condoms that we knocked off the dresser last night.

She lets out a happy squeak as I haul her lap up my abs and I suck hard at one of her nipples as I stride down the corridor and into the bathroom.

I kick the door shut and ease Fallon down my body, so that I can get the shower spray running and the foil packet torn open.

Then I smirk down at her and jerk my chin as she wraps her arms back around my shoulders.

“Get up here, baby.”

Chapter 26

Fallon

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