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“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
My already flushed cheeks heat more, and I distract myself by reaching for the hem of his shirt.
“In a rush?” He chuckles while grabbing my wrist and pulling my hand up to his lips where he places a featherlight kiss on my knuckle. I shake my head.
“Good, neither am I.” Dean presses one more kiss on my hand before dropping it and sliding his arm around me.
All I can do is let him move me around like a fucking rag doll until we’re both lying in my bed, my back to his front. He grabs the throw blanket from the end of my bed and drapes it over me before wrapping an arm around me and spooning me.
I tilt my head, peering at him from the corner of my eye, and find him smiling at me.
“When you said you weren’t in a rush…” I trail off, wiggling a bit closer until I feel the outline of his still hard cock against my backside.
“I meant that I plan on taking my time dragging at least three more orgasms out of you before the night is done.”
My jaw drops. “S-sorry, three? You expect me to come four times in one night?”
“Don’t worry, baby, I don’t expect anything.” Dean kisses my shoulder, and I can feel his smug grin against my skin. “But I do know I’m right on this.”
I laugh, shaking my head, and face forward. As Dean holds me, we recap the two games he played while away. By the time he’s finished, Cora is pawing at the door, crying to either join us or be let out.
We spend the rest of the evening talking about random things. I tell him about my latest projects and Vivian moving in two months while he talks about the upcoming plans he has with the guys. Hours later, we finally make it back to my bedroom, leaving Cora curled up and passed out on the couch downstairs while Dean follows through on his promise of three more orgasms.
After having what was left of my brain turned to mush, I didn’t even think twice about curling up in Dean’s warm embrace. Didn’t think about the fact that in all our time hooking up, we’ve never actually spent the night together.
The last thought in my mind is about how things between us are obviously changing. A year ago, that probably would have freaked me the fuck out. I would have run for the hills and not thought twice. However, now, falling asleep beside Dean felt perfectly right.
CHAPTER 9
Arianna
“Oh,come on, Landon! How could you let him get the puck!” I yell, banging my hand against the glass that separates me from the ice.
Do I know that none of them can hear any of my commentary and that they’re not even thinking about what I have to say in this moment? Of course. But yelling at them makes me feel good and like I’m involved, so I will continue to do so.
“Yeah! Come on, Landon!” Harper yells, copying me by hitting her little fist carefully against the glass.
I laugh but make sure to shoot an apologetic smile over her head toward Stella. Luckily, she just shakes her head with a grin.
It didn’t take much to convince the two of them plus Lilly to watch the game from actual seats versus the suite. Not that I have anything against sitting up there. It’s fun, especially when these ladies make it to games. But sometimes it feels more like a social club filled with gossip and drinking than a fun place to actually watch the game.
Don’t get me wrong, I am all for learning the latest tea. I might never contribute to it, but I love hearing all the juicy details about some of the players I don’t spend as much time with.
Even still, I would pick front row seats where the guys on the ice are constantly being hit into the glass and I can get a closer look at the plays over anywhere else. It helps that I usually find seats either next to or behind the Bobcats bench. So when Landon is fucking around and missing plays, I can be right there to remind him.
Again, not that he pays me any attention. Still, it makes me feel better.
The player from the opposing team who snatched the puck from Landon circles around the net, pausing to assess his options while the Bobcats make a line change. Landon, Greyson, and Dominik all drop onto the bench to my left. Harper squeals, jumping onto my lap to hit the glass in hopes of getting her father’s attention. My stomach churns at the sudden movement, so I wrap my arms around her waist to steady her. When Greyson turns to wave, Harper’s grin stretches wider than the Cheshire cat and she finally settles and sits in my lap.
While the other team brings the play closer to the Bobcats’ goal, my eyes flick to Dean. It’s only been a few days since he accidentally fell asleep at my place and since then, I haven’t been sleeping well. When he was there, I slept like a damn rock. Ever since then, though, I can’t seem to get comfortable, and I refuse to admit that it has anything to do with not wanting to sleep alone. Having a bed to myself is something I’ve loved my entire life. I’ve always dreaded the idea of having to share it with someone one day.
Yet one night with Dean in my bed and my body seems to think he should be there every night in order for me to sleep.
It’s quite annoying.
Now Dean is laser focused on the play heading his way. He adjusts in front of the goal, sinking down slightly as the play gets closer. When the puck is passed between players, Dean doesn’tmiss a beat. He slides to the right, blocking the shot that’s taken and hitting the puck away from the net.
Harper and I let out excited whoops while one of the newer Bobcats players intercepts the play and gets the puck back.
