Page 118 of Just Friends
“I already am,” he whispered hoarsely.
Remembering how Derek reacted when Katerina told him her secret, I gestured for Jax to lend me his ear. He bent down and I whispered quietly into his ear,
“I got my pussy waxed today.”
Slowly, he stood, his mouth agape and his pupils darkened. His breathing deepened. He glanced down at my neatly-arranged thong in his suit jacket and let out a tortured groan. “Fuck,Pipes.”
I waslovingthis newfound power of mine—having Jax wrapped around my finger …
“I can’t wait to get you out of here,” he said. He pushed me up against the wall in our private little nook.
“Where will you take me?” I panted, wanting to hear him elaborate on all the dirty details.
“Our room,” he said, his breath hot and ragged on my ear.
“And what will you do with me?”
“I’m going to make you mine,” he growled. Jax dragged the points of his teeth against the sensitive skin of my neck, making me whimper and melt beneath his mouth.
“God, yes,” I whimpered.
But just as Jax’s mouth set on mine—a throat cleared, “Ahem”—and somebody interrupted us from behind.
We sheepishly turned and looked. I couldn’t say for sure—but considering the graying hair and the straight-as-a-board posture—I wasprettysure this older gentleman was none other than the Dallas Devils owner, Mr. Sullivan.
Jax and I separated and scrambled to look normal, straightening our outfits and trying our best not to look like horny teenagers who’d just been caught being inappropriate at a school dance.
“If it isn’t the man they call ‘The Big Rig,’ ” the older man said, extending his hand for a shake. “Pleased to finally meet you, Jax.”
“The pleasure’s all mine, Mr. Sullivan,” Jax croaked as he shook his boss’s hand.
Ack! I KNEW it,I thought, resisting the urge to violently face palm.
Jax gestured at me. “Mr. Sullivan, I want you to meet my girlfriend, Piper.”
“Hi, sorry, nice to meet you,” I said, a nervous mess, running my words together.
But Mr. Sullivan was a perfect gentleman—he said nothing of our public displays of affection. Instead, he shook my hand and we exchanged pleasantries. Jax and I thanked him for throwing the party and everything else they’d done for us.
“No need to thank me,” the owner said. “This is my way of thanking the ladies who loan their men to us for nine months out of the year. I believe that behind every great man is an even greater woman—and it’s the amazing women of the Dallas Devils who make our warriors such a formidable force on the ice.” Mr. Sullivan flashed a wry smile at me. “Speaking of, I believe congratulations are in order for our newest couple.”
“Thank you,” we said.
“You know, I’ve thrown this party for the wives and girlfriends every year since I’ve owned the team,” he continued. “But I have to say, this is the first time a couple formedatthe party.”
“I hope our, um, announcement didn’t rain on your parade …?” I asked with a grimace.
“Nonsense,” he said with an emphatic shake of his head. “In fact, I’m honored. I’m always happy to hear another one of my players has decided to settle down. And what a special story, that you were such good friends and roommates for so long.” He gave Jax a clap on the back. “Heard you two made quite a stir with your live-streams this summer?”
We both chuckled nervously, wondering how much Mr. Sullivan knew about us—oh God did he watch our live-streams?!
Jax cast a reflective gaze upon me. “Yeah. It took me a while, sir, but I finally realized I couldn’t let this one get away.”
“Better late than never,” Mr. Sullivan said with a laugh. “Sorry for my interruption. My best wishes to you both.”
“Thank you, sir,” Jax said.
The owner moved on to greet another group of players, and Jax and I shared a quiet and mortified laugh.
