Page 103 of These Wicked Games
“No. Now I don’t want to!” I stand, moving away from him, but he grabs me by my waist, pulling me back to him. “Fuck off.”
“Come on.” Oli smiles wide, and a little one of my own slips out. “Come on, baby. I want to hear the speech.”
I hate him.
Unfortunately, I alsoreally love him.
Grabbing the box, I glare at him as I sink back to my knee. Memories of me like this, before him, with either his hands or belt around my neck, make me twitch between my legs.
We even bought a collar we’ve yet to try out. It has a chain link that tightens when it’s pulled. We will definitely be trying that out over our break.
Okay, now to propose to this idiot.
“Oli—”
“Touching.”
“Will you . . . shut the fuck up.” Now nerves ball in my throat. I have a million things I want to say, but honestly, it’s just hard. It’s not as easy for me to put everything I feel into words. Oli didn’t save me; I saved myself. I left home and started a whole new life that I love deeply. I have an amazing team protecting me on the ice, new friends who have my back off it, and the most handsome motherfucker to exist warming my bed every night. I am beyond grateful.
No, I’m where I am now because of me. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been, though, because of him. “I suck at this.”
Oli cups my face, leaning down to kiss me. “Why don’t you let me show you how it’s done,zayka.” Oli turns, buck-ass naked, going to his own dresser. I’ve basically lived here since my father was arrested, with me officially moving in last month. I know things have moved fast, but in a way I’ve been waiting for this for nearly a decade.
Oli cups my elbow, gently helping me up, and the soft touch lulls me. It’s not us, and it catches me off guard. He presses a gentle kiss to my lips before sinking to his knee. “Andre.” I almost make fun, but I’m too stunned to say anything.
I can’t believe he also had this idea.
“Together we’ve been through a lot, and I know for a while things were really awful, but ever since you came back into my life, everything has fallen into place. It’s like we were always meant to get here. We were driven apart, but I believe that we’ll always make our way back to each other.” He opens the box and I look at the black band inside. A contrast to the white-gold one in Oli’s. “Will you, Andre Mateo Tavares, find your way back to me, every day for the rest of our lives?”
I feel like I’m shaking. See that? Now that was good. “You’re right.” I press my palms to my eyes. “You’re way more romantic than me.”
Oli smiles at me. “I’m sticky and covered in cum. Any day now, babe.”
“Yes! Holy shit, yes.” He slips the band on my finger, then stands to his full height, grabbing me around the waist.
“I want mine. Let me see.”
I turn in his arms to grab the box and open it. I take out the white-gold band, slipping it onto his finger, and when my lips touch his I sink into him.
“Let’s shower, then maybe a movie night?” he suggests.
“You’re going to make me watchPrincess Diaries, aren’t you?”
“You love that movie.”
“No, I love watching you sob when she’s caught in the rain thinking she’s missing her grandmother’s speech. You’re a big baby,” I tease.
“She overcame her—” I cover his mouth withmy hand, then kiss his jaw.
“Shower. Movie. Snacks. Can I bring my coloring book?” I want to work in the new one Oli just bought me. It’s full of really awesome creepy but cute pictures. Every away game now Oli makes it a point to buy me one for my collection. “I’m still working on the little grim reaper with the bow on its scythe.
“Sounds great.”
Oli’s thumbs caress my jaw. Fuck I love this man. “Just so you’re aware, I’m locking your ass down the second the playoffs are finished. You’re mine, you hear me? No prenup either. That way I can steal all your money if you piss me off.”
He chuckles, then leans in, sliding his nose along my jaw and planting a kiss on my pulse point. “My money, my house, my sanity. You can have it all.” I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how he feels against me, how he feels in my arms.
“What if I just want you?”
“You already have me, Dre. Forever.”
