Page 22 of Rocking Player
My mother hadn’t cared that she had six girls or twenty of my cousins who’d once considered her their second mother. My son was my everything, but I couldn’t deny Michael was the only man I’d ever met who made my body turn into a temple of unending desire. At the moment, his blue eyes were clear and it was all just me being crazy as I straightened out my white pants to loosen any wrinkles and asked, “And, all you want is for me to move with you?”
“I’m a free agent.” He took my hand and held it between us as he said, “I don’t know where I’ll be in the spring. If you marry me, then you’re part of the conversation with my agent.”
“But you don’t want love?” I asked and sucked in my lips. It was a bad habit of mine, like I needed approval when I didn’t, but I couldn’t stop myself right now. This was another reason a rational deal to satisfy my wants made more sense than some unrealistic belief that love fixes everything.
He blew out that sexy mouth of his and he said clear as daylight, “Fuck, no. I just want you, in my bed again, and to get more money. Stable players who don’t court trouble get higher offers. And, I want you to outlive me.”
A few fish kisses on blind dates that only confirmed I hadn’t needed them.
I needed Michael’s touch. No one else had ever come close to making me feel…this sexy. I reached out and ran my fingers over his stubble and said, “Let’s see how this winter works, and then we’ll talk about it more.”
A grin showed on his face as he started to take my sweater off. “That’s a start. Now let’s get this outfit off you. We won’t wrinkle it.”
My fingers traced against the fuzz on his face. My skin radiated as I let his face go and curled my arms around his short hair. “We won’t?”
“No.” He tugged it off me and then placed it on a chair behind him as he said, “You’ll want to look like a good mom in this outfit when we pick our boy up.”
This morning was crazy. I held my hands up as he lifted my shirt off my body and laid it with my sweater. “If you make it out of school. I’m sure Jeremy told everyone about your practice, and you didn’t get to meet Olivia.”
He then returned to my side and unzipped my pants as he said, “Good. I want my boy to be happy, after I make his mom and me happy, too.”
If he was anything like I remembered, then I’d not know my own name in a few minutes. But I needed to relive the past right now as seven years was too long and his lips on mine burned through to my soul, reminding me I was already his.
I always had been.
Chapter 6
Michael
Georgie was somehow even better.Maybe because I’d waited all this time.
Finally, my cock found the perfect glove that fit and had never wanted to trade for another. She had no idea the power she possessed over me. I hadn’t believed sex could create monogamy in me, not until I'd lived the past few years.
Maybe I was in love already and had been since we met.
The explosion of sheer joy with my Georgie couldn’t be replicated.
I collapsed beside her, but I felt someone shaking me and I opened my eyes and stared into her brown ember hues.
Tension rushed up my spine and adrenaline poured through me with these thoughts. She had zero idea with that pout as she said, “Get dressed.”
I rubbed my eyes and said, “Is it time to get you all proper…” But I looked at her and my stomach twisted. She was Ms. PTA again. I stretched and slumped my shoulders. “Aww, I missed my chance for a second go.”
“Later.” She tossed my jeans at me and said, “You promised Jeremy you’d teach him to catch.”
Right. And I needed to be a stable family man to earn that paycheck I wanted. My agent said stability earned more contract money.
I wiggled into my jeans and stood to finish. She flounced to the door and I called out, “Let me grab my shirt.”
My shirt was halfway across her floral bedroom. Once we married, if she agreed, we’d have to ditch the blue paisley. I’d compromise on most patterns, but not so bright and bold, or lace curtains…simple was always better.
I ran out of the room, down the stairs, and grabbed my sneakers near the door as she headed to the car. As I jumped in to join her, she clicked the unlock button and asked me, “Any chance you could make Pittsburgh your home base?”
“They lowballed their offer,” I answered.
What I'd told her about love was fucking right, though. We needed to keep this stable family and stay good in bed. Love was messy and complicated for her. Monogamy and sex were a start, and she already had that with me. We’d have years to figure out feelings, or she could deny them forever, as long as she stood beside me.
She turned on her car, clicked a button to open her garage, and we peeled out like we were already a family as she asked, “So where’s most likely?”
