Page 80 of Roughing the Player
Chapter 21
Brock
EVEN THOUGH THIS IS THE PLAYERS’REST DAY, I don’t get the time off. Instead, I spend most of the day doing social media. With the team being 4 and 0, you’d think there’d be lots to talk about. But turns out the media’s main interest is my married life. Seems like people love hearing how the love of a good woman reformed the league’s bad boy. I’d love to say no to spending the day doing interviews, but I can’t. Not as helpful as the Outlaws were with our wedding reception.
Once the interviews are done, I head home. I step into the house to find Kaylee studying in the living room, Butch by her feet. “Your mom home?”
“She ran to the grocery store. Should be back soon.”
As soon as she says that, the sound of the garage door opening reaches me. Two minutes later, a breathless Ellie stumbles into the kitchen, carrying two heavy bags of food. “You’re here!”
I walk toward her to take the bags off her hands. “Yeah. I cut out early. They understood. Newly-married man and all that. Need any help?”
“Yeah. You can help me put away the groceries.”
“Okay.”
She directs me to put some things in the cupboard; others in the refrigerator.
“I thought I’d have dinner on the table before you got home. But don’t worry, it’ll be done in a jiff,” she says, snapping on a retro red and white apron Betty Crocker would be proud to wear. But when she has trouble with the tie in the back, she turns to me. “Can you . . . ?”
After I tie a perfect bow, I whisper in her ear. “I’m sure whatever you make will be delicious, but I didn’t marry you for your cooking skills.” And then so she understands exactly why I married her, I haul her into me and kiss her.
“If you guys are going to do that, I’m going to leave the room.”
“Go ahead.” I toss over my shoulder while keeping Ellie close.
But Kaylee remains exactly where she is.
Ellie frees herself from my embrace. “You shouldn’t tease her like that.”
“Who’s teasing?”
She shoots me a look with ‘Behave’ written all over it.
Okay, I get it. She’s uncomfortable with PDAs in front of our daughter. But Kaylee’s got to get used to it. Because I intend to hug and kiss Ellie a lot. It wouldn’t hurt to schedule some private time, though.
“Do you think you could get your mom to stay here a couple of days next week?”
“Why?” she says, slinging some chicken into a pot.
“So we could go have some sexy times at the condo.” I rub my hand across her delicious, round bottom. With the kitchen island between us and our audience in the living room, I’m pretty sure Kaylee can’t see us.
“Shhhhh. Kaylee will hear.”
“You liked the den of sin. You know you did.” The night we made love, I’d tied up Ellie and spanked her sweet ass. She’d loved every second of it.
She giggles. “It was kind of fun.”
I’ve never heard that sound from her before. Not even when she was a teenager. She was such a serious little thing.
After dinner is done and the dishwasher’s running, we sit in front of the TV to watch some baking show she and Kaylee love.
After a while, I whisper in Ellie’s ear. “I’d rather do something else.”
“Oh, God. Shoot me now. You guys going to have sex?”
That girl has the ears of a bat.
