Page 46 of Honey Undone
I rolled to the side, giving her the space to grab it as I propped myself up on one elbow to watch her reaction. “Someone important?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light and free of the surge of jealousy I felt.
Adeline raised an eyebrow at me, but she snuggled closer against my chest and hooked her leg around my waist, stealing what little breath I had collected with her touch. “Not unless you’re worried Kaia is the love of my life,” she giggled, “you sound jealous.”
I wrapped my arm around her waist possessively, pulling her closer, “am not,” I muttered, pretending not to be offended. “Is it her then?” I asked, attempting to sound casual as I glanced at her phone. “Kaia seems like the type to steal my girl from right under my nose. She’s sexting you isn’t she?” I teased.
“Worse,” Adeline laughed and showed me a string of worried texts, the last one asking rudely if‘Jensen has a nice dick’.“She’s going to be so sad when she finds out that she was the world's biggest cock block tonight.”
My cheeks went red as I read the text as my eyes narrowed in amusement and I buried my face into her neck, my shoulders shaking with laughter. “She’s insane.”
“I’ll tell her it's below average and maybe she’ll leave us alone,” Adeline teased.
I immediately lifted my head feigning insult, “below average? Fuck that,” I said dramatically making her laugh some more. “I’ll have you know it's very… above national average.”
“Oh yeah?” She turned her face to look at me, “do you guys have… like a database?”
“Yeah totally… uh,” I stumbled through the joke, “penisdatabase.com,” I replied, “look me up sometime, my stats are impressive.” I winked at her trying to keep the mood light and flirty again.
Adeline lost it laughing at my defense tactics. Her mood was so playful and sweet, a stark contrast to how it felt to kiss her. She texted Kaia back that she was safe, tucking her phone away with a small yawn as she rolled back against the bed under the sheets with her back to me.
I used the distraction to wrap myself around her properly, pulling her against my chest and resting my chin on her shoulder. “Tired?” I asked her and she nodded curling deeper against me. I squeezed her gently, my arm tightening just a touch, “we should get some sleep.” I said, unable to resist the urge to kiss the back of her neck before nuzzling deeper, “for the record,” I dropped my tone into a low, husky murmur, “it’s actually quite a bit bigger than average.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, my body relaxing around hers. I wanted her to tease me in that sleepy innocent voice forever, it was so different from the sassy, mocking one she used when she was fully awake.
“Oh we know,” she giggled, “those light grey sweatpants you wear in the gym…” she trailed off in a sleepy voice. She turned in my arms and pressed her lips against my temple before whispering, “Hide nothing.”
SARAH
Rhea knocked me into the dirt onto my back and all the air rushed out of my body as I hit the ground hard. “Sorry Minty,” she said, crawling off me as the drill ended.
“Where’s your head at?” Cosy came up beside us, her cheeks flushed and her dark red hair braided back off her face. “You’ve been out of it all damn day and you’re going to get someone hurt!”
“Simmer Mom,” Kaia was quick to defend her as she caught a ball a few feet from us. “She left all her conscious thoughts on some hotel floor with her favorite pair of underwear,” Kaia snorted.
“The underwear stayed on my body all night I’ll have you know!” I argued back and Kaia let out a long, exaggerated boo.
“You’re playing like shit because of a boy?” Cosy scoffed, “that’s something I never thought I’d hear. Adeline Sarah, star winger…distracted by dick.”
“Yeah, yeah laugh it up,” I said, almost embarrassed that I had been that easily rattled by Jensen. But since that date I couldn’t keep my thoughts off him. What was once, rugby, rugby, work and more rugby was now. Jensen, his hands, his lips, his laugh…
“Oh she’s six feet under,” Rhea laughed, putting her hand on her hip. “We’ve lost her to the dark side.”
“My head is spinning a thousand different directions right now,” I admitted and slumped back to the ground. “Give me five minutes,” I begged and Coach called for water.
“Spill,” Rhea said, tumbling into the grass beside me as Sunday and Kaia came closer. I told them everything, not sparing a single detail of the day turningsleepover and when I got to the make-out, all four of them were completely enamored.
“Show us the tattoo,” Cosy demanded.
I rolled up my rugby shorts and pulled the compression shorts beneath out of the way of the tattoo. It was healing and the skin had taken the ink so well. The lettering was smooth and stood out on my inner thigh.
Rhea practically climbed into my lap, her fingers brushing over it as she swooned. “Belle âme?” she asked, “What does it mean?”
I hadn’t actually ever looked it up.
“She didn’t look,” Kaia called my bluff with a nasty grin on her face.
“It means beautiful soul,” Sunday said without skipping a beat and we all looked at her. “Brighton spent two years of deployment in France, and Boone went to school there…” she said in defense of our confused stares. “You learn fast when you're dragging around your seven year old niece in the middle of Paris trying to find your idiot brother.”
“I feel like every time you open your mouth out tumbles sensitive matters of national security,” Rhea said to her and Sunday just smiled.
