Page 52 of Pinkie Promise

“What aren’t you sharing?” Fallon repeats, an amused sparkle in her eyes. I set down the coffee that she brought and then begin furiously wiping the grease off of my fingers.

“Uh, Colt wanted to see a photo of you,” I admit when I hear the backdoor quietly click shut. I twist my head over my shoulder to see that Colton has given us some privacy. Fucking angel child. I turn back to Fallon and scrub at my brow as I say, “My hands are too dirty to touch you right now, baby.”

She blushes and says, “Why’d you think I wore dark colours today, Hunter?”

I drop my hand and look down at her, awestruck by her foresight. She’s wearing dark jeans and a deep purple knit sweater, her hands retreating up the sleeves so that I can’t watch her fingers twiddle.

“You serious?” I ask her, damn near twitching with need.

She nods and tentatively reaches one hand towards my belt buckle. My jaw turns slack as I watch her trace the ridge, my chest rising in quick pumps as her fingers slide up my dirty white vest.

“This looks really good on you,” she whispers, smiling as her fingers explore my abdomen. “So this is what you do when you aren’t playing hockey.”

I swallow thickly. “This is actually a first,” I rasp as she strokes her fingertips up over my pecs. Colton’s music is still blasting from his cell and I take a deep breath to try and subdue my sudden testosterone overload.

“I came to apologise for last night – for unloading on you like that, and for the whole Connell thing. I feel like I come across as hot and cold sometimes and it’s probably because I, uh… I don’t have a lot of experience mixing with other people.” She drops her hand and laughs nervously. “Which is probably obvious, seeing as I’m basically molesting you right now.”

I grab her hips and pull her flush against me. She looks up at me with an anxious expression, gnawing on her sexy bottom lip.

“You hear me complaining?” I ask her.

She shakes her head at me.

“Then don’t stop.”

I find her hand and press it firmly back on my chest, loving the way that her body relaxes as soon as she’s touching me.

“You don’t need to apologise for last night. My only complaint is that I couldn’t keep you for longer.”

Fallon scrunches up her nose and tries to hide her pretty smile.

“How’d you know where to find me today?” I ask her. “Did Tanner tell you?”

She gives me a guilty little look and I breathe out a laugh.

“Baby, why’re you always looking so guilty for? I’m grateful that you’re here.”

The giant muscle that I’ve got pressing up against her belly is making that pretty fucking obvious.

“If you’d told me last night that you wanted to come by, I’d have picked you up this morning and given you a ride.” I rub my thumb over her hand on my chest and say, “I like having you around.”

I know that Fallon being here doesn’t count as a date, but having her in front of me right now is making me wanna do things that I have no control over.

I walk her backwards a few steps until we reach the office desk, and then I press my groin into her slightly, encouraging her to sit back up on the counter. The song on Colton’s phone finishes playing so our heavy breathing is now the only sound in the room.

I hear rustling from outside and squint briefly out of the window, taking stock of the thick grey clouds that haven’t yet began their winter unloading.

“It’s gonna storm soon,” I murmur, swiping my tongue over my bottom lip. I turn to look down at her and I press my palms into the tops of her thighs. “You used to that kinda thing?”

She nods vehemently. “I’m from Colorado,” she says, her voice light and breathless. “Did I never mention that? I’m not too far from here really.”

I raise my eyebrows because I didn’t know that. “I fucking love Colorado,” I tell her. “You know the winters here are just as heavy right?”

“Yeah, the past few that I spent here have been pretty solid. I haven’t been snowed-in here yet though,” she laughs.

Growing up we got snowed-in plenty, and I don’t know how to feel about Fallon being in that situation over in Colorado. Winter at Carter Ridge technically should have started by now and, if the past years are anything to go by, the delay is only going to make it come harder.

“What’d you do during the other winters that you spent here?” I ask, gently easing her thighs open and pressing myself against her lap.

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