Page 89 of Shiver
“What if I need space?”
“Then we’ll get a bigger bed.”
Egon laughs and hugs me tighter. “I don’t need space,” he whispers. “I don’t want space.”
I kiss his hair. Good. I am not really going to give him space.
We lie in comfortable silence for a while before I say, “So, I realized that I never told you our plans for break.”
Egon shifts so he can scoot up the bed and look into my eyes. My heart flutters as I stare into his pretty gray ones. I don’t know how I didn’t know from the very beginning that he was mine. From the second I looked into his eyes, I was a different person.
“What’s the plan? But for the record, I don’t really care what we’re doing.”
Kissing his nose, I smile a little. “I know you don’t. So, we’ll leave on Tuesday at 8:30. Stop at the courthouse to get married, then drive to my parents’ house. We’ll stay there for Christmas. Four days.” I pause as I realize I missed something. “Do you want to stop at your house before we head to the next destination?”
Egon’s smile falls a little. “No. I don’t want you to have to change the reservations.”
“My family owns the chalet in the mountains. There aren’t any reservations.” Not entirely true because of food delivery, but that’s a rather simple adjustment.
I watch his face closely, so I don’t miss the way he’s trying to hold his smile in place. We haven’t spoken about his family. Or mine, for that matter. I knew he wasn’t overly well-off since he relies solely on his scholarship for all financial needs. But his parents had made hockey possible and it’s not a cheap sport to play.
That didn’t mean they were close, I suppose.
He chews the inside of his lip before shaking his head slightly. “We don’t need to go to my parents’ house,” he says quietly.
I continue to study his face, trying to determine why he is uncomfortable.
Egon smiles a little. “Okay, bottom line is they’re not going to approve of my… life choices.”
Narrowing my eyes, I play the naïve route first. “They want you to continue with hockey and don’t support your degree option instead?”
He grins. “I think they’re a little disappointed because of how much time, money, and energy they put into my hockey career, but it’s not that.”
“What is it?”
“You want me to say it out loud?” I nod, and he sighs heavily. “They’re not going to approve that I’m in love with a man. That I am married to a man and plan to spend my life with him.”
While I try not to be angry, by the way he presses his lips to mine with a wide grin, I know I don’t pull it off. “Someday, after I graduate and we’re settled somewhere, then yeah, we can tell them. But right now, all I want to do is live in my happy place with you and finish school without listening to their hate speech. Is that okay?”
“Whatever makes you happy,” I say.
“What will make me happy is if you stuff that big, hard dick that’s pressed against my thigh into my ass,” he says huskily.
Since my blood is already hot from knowing that his family would treat him that way, it takes no time for that heat to switch gears. I shift him onto his back and decide that right now, right this fucking minute, is it. This is the time.
“I have something for you,” I tell him as I layer kisses over his face and neck.
“Does it begin with a D?”
A laugh escapes as I pull myself away from him. “No.”
“Wait,” he says, reaching for me to pull me back. “I don’t want it if it means you’re leaving the bed.”
I kiss his palm. “I’m getting lube.”
His eyes narrow as he glances at the nightstand beside the bed where there’s a bottle right on top. I just grin at him and head to my desk drawer. Opening it, I pull out a bottle of lube as I pick one of the rings. My favorite. The one I’ve always loved but never had a reason to keep it for myself. Now I do.
Slipping it on my finger so I don’t lose it, I get back in bed.
