Page 44 of What If I See You

He huffs a laugh and sits back in his chair, a look in his eye that I can’t quite place. “Yeah. Like right now. But I’m just Griffin. I’m just a guy who happens to play hockey. That’s all.”

I nod. “I think about it sometimes, yeah. For years though it was just that I knew I didn’t go about my life the way my parents saw it going for me. I didn’t go to college, I didn’t get this fantastically high-paying job, I didn’t marry for status and wealth.” I shrug. “I just wanted to be normal. You know?”

“Normal, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“And what exactly does that mean to you? Normal.”

I dab at my mouth with my napkin. “I don’t know. I’m a hopeless romantic so I kind of want the whole picture. The husband who is head over heels in love with me and isn’t embarrassed to show it. And not because I’m the person he wants me to be but because I’m me. The girl who can dress up for formal charity events in sparkly tight gowns and dangerously high heels, and the girl who can spend the weekend in her husband’s sweatshirt and no pants reading trashy novels. The girl who can speak in front of large crowds with poise and confidence and the girl who snorts when she hears a funny joke. The girl who can eat at any fine dining restaurant but still enjoy getting her fingers dirty when she accidentally…” I pull the tortilla chip out of the queso I just dipped it in, “…dips her chip too far into the queso and has to lick it off. I want the I-love-yous and the random touches when we’re together and the kisses just because. I want the hot sex and the angry sex and the sad sex and the just-because sex. I want all the things. I want a real life with someone who wants to be with me as much as I want to be with him.”

“None of that sounds bad at all. And maybe you lucked out.” He chuckles. “I’m as normal as they come.”

“Dude.” I roll my eyes. “You’re stupid rich and you play professional hockey. What part of that is normal?”

He shrugs. “Okay so not all of me is normal. But under this warrior-like body that I get paid to maintain, I’m just a normal guy looking for the same things you’re looking for. We all want that quote-unquote normal life.”

“I guess.” He has a point. “You’re an amazing player, Griffin. One of the best. I would never belittle that.” I bob my head. “And you’re not a douche. If I had to marry a hockey player, you’re definitely not the worst choice.”

“See?” He winks and nudges my leg with his. “You’re a lucky girl being married to me. I’m not the worst choice!”

“Oooh yeah,” I snicker, playfully rolling my eyes. “So very lucky. I married the hot hockey player in a state of inebriation and I didn’t even get a good fuck out of the deal because his penis was broken.”

He slowly lowers his taco to his plate and picks up his napkin to wipe his mouth and oh, my God, I can’t tell if he’s going to rage against me or say nothing and pretend he didn’t hear me.

Hell, I shouldn’t have said anything.

Why can’t I keep my mouth shut?

I know he heard me.

Did I make him mad?

Embarrass him?

I’m just about to apologize for teasing him about the drunken state of his manhood on our wedding night when he smirks and then lunges straight at me.

“That’s it.”

He tugs at my arm, pulling me up out of my chair, and then quickly hoists me over his shoulder. “WHAT THE? Griffin!” I squeal. “Where are we going? Put me down!”

He slaps my ass but doesn’t answer me even when I rake my fingers up his back tugging at his t-shirt. Laughter emanating from my mouth as he carries me through his apartment “What are you doing? Where are you taking me.”

“You’re grounded!” he says, slapping my ass a second time.

“Obviously I’m not grounded or I would literally be on the ground but nooooo,” I whine, “I’m ass-up folded over your shoulder you big butthole! Put me down!”

“Butthole, huh?” He chuckles. “Those are some savage words coming from my wife.”

“How about nut waffle rectum fucking testicle beater?”

He laughs so hard he stumbles with me in his arms. “Listen Hobbs…if you want someone to fuck your pretty little rectum, I’m here to fulfill all husbandly duties as needed, but you better know what you’re asking before you use fightin’ words like that.”

He carries me into my room and tosses me onto my bed in a fit of giggles and then he hovers over me as if he’s about to kiss me, his eyes flitting between mine. A spark of excitement shoots through my body all the way to my toes at the thought of reaching up and pressing my lips to his. God, it would be so easy. I swipe my tongue swiftly across my bottom lip and I don’t miss the fact that he follows the movement. Just when I think he’s going to lift off me he lowers his pelvis to mine and hooooly shit I can feel him!

Ooh…

I can feel his erection between our bodies.

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