Page 28 of Run Game
DIA: But what if they decide to look?
DALTON: Don’t worry. I’ll think of an excuse.
DIA: OK, fine. But only because the house is big and dark. And if a robber comes, I can sacrifice your life for mine.
DALTON: Be right there. I won’t be mad if you’re naked and waiting for me.
DIA: Dream on.
Twenty minutes later, I see Dalton pull up the driveway. I watch from the window as he rounds the back of his car and pulls a large bag from his trunk, looping the strap over his shoulder. I feel like a teenager sneaking her boyfriend in while her parents are asleep upstairs as I quietly open the door and let him through.
“What’s with the golf clubs?” I ask, raising a brow.
“They’re Blaze’s. I borrowed them last year during our Pro Bowl trip. I figured if they happened to check the cameras and saw me here, I could just say I was returning them. Great cover up, right?” he says with a proud smile.
I huff an annoyed breath. “Uhh, yeah. It’sgreat. But don’t you think it’s going to look a little weird that you’re showing up at ten o’ clock on a Friday night to return a set of golf clubs that you’ve had for over a year when he isn’t even home? Not to mention, I assume Blaze doesn’t do a whole lot of golfing outside in March when it’s thirty-five degrees.”
He stands there, perplexed for a moment. I almost feel bad, but he sets the bag down and drops a chaste kiss on my lips. “I have the smartest wife in the whole world. Always thinking of everything, aren’t you?” He boops my nose before taking off toward the kitchen.MaybeI stand there, watching his ass for a minute before I follow.
He opens the pantry door, reaching for the snack shelf and pulling down several boxes of theater candy. Mads and Blaze keep it well stocked, because movie marathons are a way of life around here. He roots around for another minute before popping his head out. “I’m going to have to run back out to the store for your Nerds Clusters before we start the movie. Looks like they’re all out.”
I stand there, completely dumbfounded and speechless for a moment. “I—I took them downstairs already,” I stutter. “How did you know they were my favorite?”
He shrugs his shoulders. “I know everything about you,” he says. “Plus, you inhaled two bags of them while we were at Mads’ parents’ house. It was actually pretty impressive, Wifey. Turned me on a little bit.”
I roll my eyes, trying not to crack a smile. “A stiff breeze turns you on.”
“My wife is a fucking smoke show,” he says with a grin. “You can’t blame me for having a rager all the time. I’m a dude.”
“Oh my God,” I groan, unable to stop the corners ofmy lips from tipping up slightly. He follows me with his hands full of snacks as I make my way to the theater room, plopping onto the large couch. Well, it’s honestly more like a bed. I think I’ve slept in here more nights than I have in the guest room since I’ve been here. I like it because there are no windows and the walls are soundproof. I don’t want Mads and Blaze to feel like they have to put their kink-fest on hold while I’m here, so I try to give them space.
“What are we watching?” Dalton asks, taking a seat next to me. His thigh brushes mine and a jolt of electricity runs straight to my core as flashbacks of him coming down my throat the other night hit me like a speeding truck. I seriously need to tamp this shit down. I can’t be getting used to him and craving more. This was only supposed to be for one night, but here I am, letting him give me orgasms on multiple occasions and hanging out with him when I’m bored.
“I was watching trashy reality TV, but we can put something else on,” I tell him. I know that genre isn’t for everyone, so I usually watch it alone when I can sit around in my ratty pajamas and shove snacks into my mouth like a little gremlin.
He tosses a Swedish Fish into the air, catching it in his mouth. “I love reality TV. I binged the new season of Prison Brides in one day.”
I raise a brow, “Youwatch Prison Brides?”
“Hell yeah, I watch that train wreck,” he says. “One episode and I was hooked. The guys give me shit for it, but whatever. It’s like crack. I’m addicted.”
I laugh, becausesame.“Okay, then,” I say as I grab the remote and start another episode.
I wake up some time later, focusing on the screen as it tells me we’ve finished the most current season of the show we were watching before we dozed off. Dalton is laying behind me with a heavy arm draped over my midsection. His warm breath puffs against my neck as he sleeps soundly. I take a quiet moment to pretend that this is my real life. That I’m the girl who gets to open her eyes and see this man every morning, forever.
“Mmmm…” Dalton says, his voice deliciously gravelly. “Morning, Mrs. Davis. I missed waking up next to you.”
“Morning,” I reply, trying to pull away before I do something stupid like snuggle further into him. But he has me pinned down so I can’t move. “I have to pee.” It’s not a lie. We must’ve been asleep for a while because my bladder is screaming at me. I grab my phone, checking the time to see that it’s nine in the morning. We slept all night.
I walk over to the door, pulling it open. I hear faint music coming from the direction of the kitchen and freeze in place. I don’t remember leaving the speakers on last night. I listen closely for any indication that we aren’t alone. Just then, I hear a muffled male voice and the very familiar sound of my best friend’s laugh.
“Fuck!” I whisper-yell, carefully shutting the door. “They’re back early.”
Dalton sits up, his messy hair and sleepy eyes making him like, fifty million times hotter. My coreclenches.
Not now, you horny bitch.
“So, what?” he says. “Just say you were bored and I came over. It’s not the end of the world if they think you don’t hate me.”
