Page 115 of Unexpected Forever
“You do?”
The arm behind his back comes around and he holds up a jersey with his number—seven—and his name on the back of it.
“That’s for me?”
“You like it?” There’s a vulnerability in his eyes that makes my heart ache.
“I love it. Thank you.”
“Will you wear it tonight?”
I snatch it from his hands with a grin. “Once I put it on, I’m never taking it off.”
He returns my grin, all uncertainty in his eyes gone. “That’s my girl.”
I shoo him out, knowing if he sticks around while I change, we’ll never get out of here in time, and I don’t want to make him late.
I know I made the right call when I meet him downstairs in the foyer and his eyes flare with desire. His hands land on my hips and he pulls me into him, making sure I feel his hard length. “You feel what you do to me? Later tonight, you’re going to wear nothing but my jersey while you ride my cock. Got that, baby girl?”
The growl in his voice sends a shiver down my spine, causing my nipples to pebble. All I can do is nod, lust tying my tongue in knots.
When he says those dirty things to me, he strips me bare of all my defenses. I want nothing more than for him to push me up against the wall and fuck me, consequences be damned.
We head out, taking his sleek black-on-black Tesla this time. When we get to the stadium, the guard at the gate of the players’ lot greets him with a huge smile. “Mr. Gentry, it’s good to see you again.”
“Hey, Jimmy. Good to see you too.” Nate shakes the hand the older man offers, giving him a genuine smile.
Jimmy points a dark-skinned gnarled finger my way. “Who we got here?”
Nate turns his head and smiles at me. “This is my girlfriend, Charley Reynolds.”
I wave with a smile. “Hi, Jimmy. Nice to meet you.”
Jimmy’s smile widens and he slaps Nate on the shoulder. “Girlfriend? Well, it’s about time, son.” His warm, friendly, dark-brown eyes wander lower to my lap. “Looks like you made up for some lost time, no?”
Nate chuckles. “Yeah, it was a surprise, but I couldn’t be happier about it.” His eyes, full of affection, hold mine for a beat before he turns back to Jimmy. “How’s the family?”
They chat a few minutes about Jimmy’s wife—who Nate knows by name—and the grandbabies Jimmy just can’t get enough of when they visit.
I tune them out as they chat, trying to wrangle the emotions filling my chest. The way Nate looked at me, to hear him call me his girlfriend…I know without a shadow of a doubt, I love this man, and not just because he gives me multiple orgasms or that he’s my hot-as-hell baby daddy.
It’s all those things and more. How he treats the parking guard, how he makes me burritos that make him gag, takes an interest in my work, and puts up with my hormonal bullshit. Among a million other little things.
The feelings I have for him are so big, they’re overwhelming.
I rub my belly, soothing the twinges away as the men shake hands and Nate pulls forward through the gate. “Love that guy,” he says with a smile, as we pull into a parking space.
“Seems like a nice man.”
“He is, one of the best. But don’t let him fool you with that hearty grin. He was a cop and homicide detective in Miami for forty years.”
“Really?”
“Yep, retired about nine years ago.”
Nate parks the car, and some of the media people have figured out he’s here. They come running to the fence, calling out his name.
One of them climbs the fence and jumps out in front of us, causing me to yelp and grab Nate’s arm.
