Page 37 of Famous Last Words
“I bet you’re a selfish asshole in bed,” she interrupted me, narrowing one of her eyes. “The quintessential hockey star who doesn’t have to work for it because the puck bunnies throw themselves at your feet. A wham, bam,fuckyou ma’am, kinda guy.”
For the record, she couldn’t be more wrong, but again, I was at a loss for words. In fact, I couldn’t even find my voice to respond. I was literally rendered frozen, barely even breathing. The only sign that I hadn’t dropped dead from the shock of it all was that my dick was rising to attention. Fuck me.
“Or maybe girl on top,” Fran mused, tapping her chin with her finger.
Now we were getting somewhere, and I couldn’t help but grin. Girl on top, riding my cock, tits bouncing in my face. Yes fucking please.
“Oh my God!” Fran’s face suddenly went stark, eyes bulging as she slapped a hand over her gaping mouth. “I can’t believe I’m saying this,” she muttered into her own palm.
I chuckled, my throat still thick and dry. “Well.” I shrugged. “It sure is a lot more interesting than colors.”
With a sheepish grin she giggled, and I was momentarily stilted by the sound. Fran Keller giggling was definitely not on my BINGO card for things that might turn me on. But her giggle, mixed with the fact that I now knew she had a fucking degradation kink, was enough to make me shake my head in the hope it might snap me out of whatever this whole Keller-induced intoxication thing was that was happening to me. She was drunk. I was stone-cold sober. A disaster waiting to happen.
She looked at her empty glass then, still smiling to herself, when her big blue eyes lifted to meet mine. And as my gaze dipped down to her full lips, I realized her mouth was literally right there, inches from mine, and something unexpected came over me.
I found myself leaning in, as if my body was moving of its own accord. I leaned in so close I could feel her soft breath fan against my skin. So close I could smell the sweetness of the wine that lingered on her lips. So close I was almost certain I could hear the erratic thud of her pulse in her throat. Or maybe it was mine.
I’m not sure if it was just me, but it felt like everything in that one moment changed, as if the world around us came to a sudden standstill, and it was just me and Fran, the air between us fizzing with electricity.
But then just as I lifted a hand, ready to cup her cheek and make possibly the most unexpected move of my life, the invisible hold she had on me snapped like a worn rubber band, and before I could do anything, she jumped up so quickly, I almost fell head-first into the couch cushion.
“You’re not going to judge me if I finish the last of the wine, are you?” She paused on her way to the fridge, offering me a hopeful smile. Casual, like whatever the hellthatwas that had just happened didn’t actually happen at all and was all in my mind.
“Um, yeah—I mean no.” I cleared my throat. “I mean, sure. Go ahead.” Cool. Apparently, I’d lost the ability to form a sentence. I managed a tight smile as the skin at the back of my neck burned.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
I’m pretty sure I almost kissed Fran Keller. My lips were definitely within kissing range. And now I can’t even function like a normal human. I’d never been like this before. I was normally so calm and collected, aloof and indifferent. But I was suddenly bumbling all over myself like a goddamn dumbass.
While Fran busied herself, filling her glass, I jumped up and made a beeline for the bathroom, disappearing inside and closing the door behind me, resting back against it for a moment to try and steel myself as best as I could under the circumstances.
Scrubbing my face with my hands, I tore my fingers through my hair, taking a few deep breaths. I blamed the fact that she was wearing my jersey. And her scent. And the perfect shape of her lips, the way they curled up into a smile, causing that adorable dimple to burrow into the apple of her cheek.
“Aw, man I’m so fucked,” I muttered under my breath.
I took longer than I should have in the bathroom—Fran probably thought I was taking a shit—but I needed to tamper the raging erection that’d been tenting the front of my sweats and give myself a mental pep talk. But by the time I walked back out into the suite,TheMighty Duckshad finished and Fran was curled up on the sofa, her fourth and final glass of wine barely touched and balancing precariously in her hand while she snored like a damn lumberjack.
I paused, rubbing at the tension in the back of my neck, staring at the girl who, not so long ago, I despised with everything I had. Suddenly, over the course of one night, things had changed to the point whereI almost kissed Fran fucking Keller. But that wasn’t even the worst part. The most fucked up thing about tonight wasn’t that I’d almost kissed her, it was that I’d absolutely try to kiss her again if I knew she’d kiss me back.
My phone vibrates, pulling me from the thoughts that have plagued me for the last four excruciating days. I grab the device and glance at the screen, half expecting it to be Dallas or one of the guys, telling me to get my ass down to the bar to celebrate our winning streak.
But it isn’t Dallas or any of my teammates.Fuuuuuuuck.
I consider not answering, allowing it to go to my messages, but I know I can’t do that. I need to stop being a pussy. She’s my girlfriend, for all intents and purposes.
“Hey…” I answer.
“Hey,” Fran’s voice is tight and tentative, and an annoying sliver of worry shoots through me like I give a shit about her.
“You okay?” I ask before I can stop myself.My God, did I mention I’m fucked?I roll my eyes.
“Yeah, so, I’ve been going over this for the last few days,” she says quickly, as if the words are a Band-Aid she’s ripping off a freshly healed wound.
My stomach drops into the pit of my ass at the prospect of talking about kiss-gate. I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose.Please don’t. Please don’t.
“I’ve been debating over whether I should call because I reallyreallydon’t want to talk about it.”
Then don’t. Don’t talk about it. Shut your stupid adorable mouth, and never speak of it again, Keller.
