Page 112 of Unmasking Love
"You ready?"
"Yes."
"How has your diet been? Are you taking breaks during conditioning? I don’t want you to push yourself too far." Mom calls from the background and then I hear shuffling again as the phone is passed back to her.
"Yes, I'm sticking to it. I'll develop a more consistent routine now that I'm playing every game."
"Okay, good, and did you schedule that appointment with the cardiologist?"
"Yes, it's in a few weeks."
"Good, good." She mutters and I can see her chewing on her lip with worry in my mind.
"I'm good Mom, I promise. I'm eating well, getting decent sleep."
"Why only decent?"
"It's good sleep, Mom, I'm getting really good sleep." With Harper in my arms.
"Okay, well, your father and I are still planning to come out at the end of the month for your game, unless you want us sooner."
"No, that's the time that works for your schedule, remember? No need to drop everything to come out here."
"Okay, yes, sure. Alright, well, thanks for calling Aiden, it’s always good to hear from you."
"Love you, Mom."
"Love you, too."
The call disconnects and I leave my headphones in as the bus leaves the arena. I close my eyes and rest my head against the window as we make the short drive to the hotel. Visions of Harper in my hotel bed start crossing my mind and I can’t wait to get upstairs. Valentine’s Day is coming up and we’re on the road so I’m hoping I can give her a little gift now.
“Harper?” I call out when I open the door to a dark room and no sign of Harper on the bed waiting for me.
“I’m in here.” She calls from the bathroom. I shrug off my dress coat and cross over to my roller bag. My palms clam up as I retrieve the small box from the front pocket.
I pause outside the door. Maybe tonight isn’t the night. I’m keyed up from the game, from the news about Gavin. Maybe I need tenderness with her tonight.
Light fills the room as Harper opens the bathroom door. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust. But as my pupils narrow they blow wide again. Harper is standing in the doorway looking like a fucking porn star.
Shiny black heels mold to her feet and she teeters towards me on fishnet covered legs. The patch of trimmed hair above her pussy is visible and my muscles tense as I hold myself back. The bra she’s wearing is just a black satin ribbon tied in a bow across her tits and untying it will be one of the best experiences of my life.
I lick my lips as she reaches me and her hands skate up my chest. I watch in awe as she unbuttons my shirt and drags it down my arms.
“Harper Daniels, you naughty girl.” I say as my fingers almost crush the box in my hand while I maneuver to take my shirt off completely.
My gift is exactly what we need tonight.
“Is this for me?” She asks as I take a seat in the desk chair and pull her down onto my lap.
“It’s a little bit for me too.” I tell her. She leans back as my hands explore her body. Tracing up and down the front of her thighs, trailing up her stomach, skimming the soft underside of her breast. She arches her back to press into my touch, looks over her shoulder at me, and smiles.
“Can I open it?”
“Please.” I beg her because I am ready.
Her smile fuels my arousal as she pulls open the ribbon on the box. She slowly, torturously, drops the deep purple, eggplant color, satin onto the desk before taking the lid off.
When she sets the lid aside I take the box from her so she can pull the gift out.
