Page 110 of Playbook
I already knew it, but hearing her confirm it sends another rush of pleasure through me.
“Let’s do this for real. Me and you.”
She studies me, lips parting, and chest rising and falling as she catches her breath. I’m not sure if she understands the full weight of my words. I’m not sure I do. I just know I need her like I’ve never needed anyone.
“If we’re half as good together as we are when we’re faking it, then we’ll be the happiest couple I know,” I say in case she still needs convincing.
“I thought,” she starts and then stops herself. “What about everything you said about not wanting anything serious during your rookie year, enjoying being single, and all that?”
Maybe Archer was right. I can be in this with her for real. The thought scares and excites me in equal measure. “Things change.”
She says nothing, just smiles and lets her teeth graze over her bottom lip. Then ever so slightly, she nods.
“Yeah? We’re doing this for real?” I ask, maybe just a tad too eagerly. I want to fist-pump or scream. Fuck it. I tip my head back to the ceiling of the limo. “Fuck yeah.”
TWENTY-NINE
“Tonight was perfect.” My sister’s eyes are barely open as she leans forward to hug me. “I love you so much. You’re the best big sis ever.”
“I love you too,” I say, laughing softly. I think this is the drunkest I’ve ever seen my baby sister. “Take some Advil before you go to bed and call me in the morning. We can grab coffee or something if you feel up to it.”
“Yeah, that sounds great.” She pulls back and stumbles into her fiancé. He’s not nearly as bad off as her, and I’m thankful she has someone to look after her.
They start up the sidewalk to their apartment and I turn to face Brogan. The limo is still idling at the curb and it’s just the two of us.
“So…” he says with a wicked grin. “Wanna have a sleepover?”
We go back to my place because it’s closer. There’s an awkward moment as soon as we step into the dark, silent apartment.
“Alec is visiting his parents in Tucson this weekend,” I say, in case he doesn’t realize that we are alone all night.
“Good.” He gets a devilish glint in his eye. “We don’t have to worry about being quiet.”
Brogan scoops me up and carries me to my bedroom. He leaves the door open and sets me on the bed. The way he looks at me makes my skin tingle and my pulse race. He has this way of making me feel like the most special person in the world.
I thought I got it when I first met him—the charisma, the good looks, it all made sense why women and just people in general flock to him. He is still all those things. He’s funny and goofy and so hot that it takes my breath away, but it’s also the way he makes others feel. The way he makes me feel. He drowns out the noise and all the critical things I’ve heard or thought.
He undresses me like it’s a sacred act, kissing me and telling me how beautiful I am. I answer in moans and murmurs. When I’m naked beneath him, he takes me in with a low growl of approval.
“I’m the luckiest guy in the whole world.” His fingers graze tenderly down my side.
Taking off his clothes is a much more frantic endeavor. I loop my arms around his back and clutch him to me. The head of his dick nudges my entrance and I still, then push down onto him.
“One sec, sweetheart. I need to get a condom.”
I don’t release him. “It’s okay. I’m on birth control and I haven’t been with anyone but you since the last time I was at the doctor.”
His brows pinch together like he’s not certain.
“I mean if it’s okay with you,” I add.
“I was tested right after we started this arrangement. I’m good and I haven’t been with anyone else. You trust me?”
There’s something in his voice, like he still isn’t sure it’s a good idea.
“We don’t have to. I have condoms.” I move to roll off the bed, but he stops me.
“No, I want to. God, do I want to. I just can’t believe you’re real sometimes.” He grins. “You’re more than I deserve.”
