Page 127 of The Retaliation You Deliver
Two seconds later, Luca finds Peyton in the crowd and also takes off, leaving me alone and wondering where Leon went.
My eyes scan the crowd but I come up empty.
He was just right there, where can he have—
A warm, rough pair of hands cover my eyes from behind as a hard body presses against my back.
“My lucky charm,” he breathes in my ear before allowing me to turn and catching me when I jump into his arms.
“You killed it out there. I’m so proud of you,” I manage to get out before his lips crash down on mine.
“I love you,” he breathes against my lips. “And I loved knowing you were watching me.”
“I wouldn’t be anywhere else,” I confess. I’m already dreading the upcoming away games that are going to be too far away for me to go to. I can already see myself glued to my laptop as I watch him.
For someone who never wanted anything to do with football, one game into the season and I’m a freaking addict. Although, I’m not sure if I’m more addicted to the game or just one certain player.
Releasing me, he drops one more kiss to the tip of my nose.
“Are you ready to celebrate?” I ask, knowing that they’ve all planned a massive first game of the season party at Colt and the guys’ new house.
It was only a few weeks after we buried both Brett and Richard that Leon and Luca sat both Peyton and I down and told us that they were kicking the rest of the guys out of the house and wanted the two of us to move in with them.
Just like the rest of my relationship with Leon, I jumped in with two feet immediately, more than happy not to have to leave him a few nights a week to sleep alone in my old dorm room. Peyton took a little more convincing because she didn’t want to leave Kayden.
For a few weeks she continued to go back and forth but eventually she realized that there was only one place she really wanted to be.
They’ve moved down to the first floor while we’ve kept the top.
It works perfectly for now, although I can’t help but wonder what happens after they graduate and where that’ll leave me, but I’m trying to push all of that down because all I really want to do is focus on the here and now.
“I can’t fucking wait.”
Taking my hand, he mostly ignores the crowd who are calling his name.
He signs a couple of jerseys that are thrust at him while I stand watching in disbelief that the man who’s refusing to release my hand belongs to me.
All these people here might want a little piece of him, but I know without doubt that I’m the only person who really knows him.
After a few minutes we finally break free from the crowd and head toward his car.
“Would you be mad if we didn’t party tonight?” he asks once everything gets a little quieter.
“Of course not. I’m happy to do whatever you want to.”
Pushing me back against his car, he runs his nose along the line of my jaw.
“You’re wearing my jersey, there’s only one thing I want to do.”
“Winning turn you on, Dunn?” I ask with a smirk.
“No, baby. That’s all you,” he admits, grinding his hardness against my belly. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“Oh?”
He reaches behind him and pulls a set of keys from his pocket.
“What’s that?”
