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“I can get it.”
“Nah, I got it. There’s another in the freezer.” I inch up, but not before Ginny is to her feet and padding to the door.
“Be right back.” She opens it and peers out into the hallway.
“It should be all clear,” I tell her, knowing Rauthruss is almost certainly still on the phone.
She nods and smiles back at me. “Okay. Be right back.”
I manage to get out of my jeans although I think the shirt’s going to have to stay because raising my arms hurts too damn much. I’m adjusting the pillow behind my head when she returns.
She hovers over me, lifts my shirt up to reveal my stomach, and gasps at the angry red and purple skin.
“Don’t think I’m gonna be able to follow through on the hat trick tonight.” I try to laugh, but my ribs dislike that a lot.
“It’s fine. I’ve got my laptop for porn. Can I borrow your hand though?” She holds a serious gaze long enough that my dick starts to get ideas. “Oh my god, I’m kidding.”
“Not a terrible idea though,” I say and then have to clear my throat a few times. Not a terrible idea at all.
However, when she settles the ice on my skin, those ideas disappear pretty quickly.
“Want to watch a movie?” she asks as she gets up and takes her pants off.
Dammit, now I’m getting hard again. My body is so confused. She settles next to me and opens her laptop between us.
“Which one?” She scrolls between two. I’m starting to feel the exhaustion for the day, so I let her pick.
Once the movie is going, she places her head on my chest. Her hair smells like apples and tickles my face. This is nice, I’ll admit. Maybe I can kind of see Rauthruss’s point about wanting to talk to Carrie all the time. Though I can’t really picture having an entire relationship through a phone. For Ginny though? My mind starts to conjure all types of ideas for phone sex.
Hanging out with Ginny is always nice. I’m not even disappointed we didn’t have sex. Okay, I’m nottoodisappointed. When I finally get inside of her, I want full range of motion. Especially knowing her past experiences were blah. Seriously, what the fuck? How is that even possible?
There’s so much passion in Ginny. Kissing her is a trip. Just lying next to her, there’s an energy that flows through my veins that doesn’t exist when she’s not with me. Sex with Ginny blah? If I weren’t so tired, the thought would be laughable.
25
GINNY
Thursday night, Heath and I ride over to The White House with Maverick and Dakota. We’re in the backseat and Heath’s big palm is stretched out over my knee. He’s texting with his other hand.
“Sorry, he’s getting married next summer, and for some reason, I need to decide what kind of tux I want right this second.” His fingers keep flying over the screen as he and his brother text back and forth.
“A tux. Hmmm.” The image of Heath in a nice suit or tux does not suck.
He glances up and winks. “Tuxes do it for you, huh?”
“Youdo it for me.”
Mav groans. “You two are a real buzzkill. Should have stayed home and boned, left the party to the single people.”
“Don’t be a dick to my girl,” Heath tells him, still staring at his phone.
Maverick turns in his seat. “You are ruining it for the rest of us. Girls see you two together, and you give them hope and ideas about what the rest of us want. And all I want is a good blow job.”
“I hope that’s not your best pickup line,” I tell him.
Heath and Dakota laugh. Maverick shakes his head but smiles.
“You’re such a liar,” Heath says, finally putting his phone in his pocket. “Some girl gets her mouth anywhere near your junk and you’ll be proposing marriage.”
