Page 107 of Don't Look Down

It’s ridiculous, but it makes me smile. He’d included a heart.

Me: Miss you, babe.

Sky’s the Limit: Miss you too??

That’s definitely one of his favorite emojis.

Leigh finishes his shower and pulls on his clothes, then takes out his phone and starts whistling. His chest is way too puffed up for someone who played a losing game tonight.

“What’s your deal, bro? You’re way too cheerful right now.”

Leigh looks over at me and winks playfully. “You’re welcome. I brought you a gift and it’s not even your birthday yet.”

What?

“What are you babbling about?”

He jerks his head in the direction of the exit. “C’mon. Someone special is waiting for you.”

No way. He can’t mean Sky, could he?

We exit the locker rooms, and he leads me down a hall to a sitting area. Sky’s dark hair catches my eyes immediately. His head is down, eyes on his phone. His legs are curled up on the chair, and he’s doom scrolling while he waits.

My hungry eyes drink him in. He’s so fucking beautiful.

“Fuck, Leigh. How did he manage to get here without a media frenzy?”

“He flew in at the ass crack of dawn.” He gives me a shove. “Now go say hi.”

My legs move, automatically following Leigh’s directive. Sky’s eyes flick up at the movement, and a breathtaking smile fills his face. White teeth shining, full lips curved happily.

He reaches for me, and I scoop him into my arms for a scorching kiss. It’s slow and dirty and delicious. I missed my man and fuck anyone who doesn’t like what they see.

My arms are crossed under his juicy ass, his body pressed tightly to mine. He moans in my arms, and I pull him tighter against me. My cock takes notice, but everything inside me settles.

Home. He feels like home to me. Pulling my lips away from his, I just tuck my cheek against his head. “Leigh helped you set this up? He couldn’t wait to brag,” I murmur into his ear.

He nods against me. “He sure did. He did good, too, picking a nice seat where I could see everything, but not too close, where you’d see me. I’ll also be traveling to St. Louis. Wanderlust is mostly satisfied.” He says it with a chuckle.

Leigh moves closer to us, speaking quietly. “Now, I know you guys can’t wait to get to the hotel and fuck all night, thank you very much, by the way, but you’re going to need to make an appearance at the bar. The boys are helping us sneak Sky into your room.”

My head rears back with surprise. “They’re in on it, too?” He nods, beaming and puffed up like a proud peacock. “The way everyone gossips, I’m surprised nobody let it slip.”

We end up making our way to a local bar. We’ve been here before. It’s a nice, chill place to hang and grab a bite. Sky orders his requisite margarita on the rocks, and I stick with water. We’ve ordered enough food to satisfy a ravenous hockey team. Or at least part of it.

We’re laughing and talking, food and drinks flowing. Sky is tipsy, and it’s the cutest thing. He’s gesturing and talking with his hands, more so than usual, if you can believe that.

Discreetly, I ask the server to bring him water next. Tipsy Sky is more than welcome. Drunk Sky? Not so much. Drunk Sky can’t participate in dirty hotel sex. I’d be satisfied if all wedo is cuddle tonight, but he’s wearing my jersey and I seem to remember some plans I have for him and that ass.

The guys are talking over each other, but my man sinks a little into himself. “What’s wrong, baby?” My lips are against his ear. He nuzzles against me a moment, then turns toward me.

“I’ve barely heard a word from Cayden. He’s still not taking my calls. Even Andrew is being shifty and dodging me.” The sadness on his face is hard to see. He’s always so bright and happy. “I’m just really bummed out. I thought we were all closer than this. This vibe makes me miss my friends.”

Leigh’s voice draws our attention. “Where’s your favorite place to jump, Sky?”

He perks up next to me, momentarily distracted from his thoughts. “Drop Zone Palm Beach and Drop Zone Key West are my local faves. California, Oregon, and Utah were pretty badass. The landscape is breathtaking.”

Leigh is hanging on his every word, leaning forward in his seat. Sky takes another sip of his drink. I slide his glass of water closer to him, and he sends me a side-eye with a smirk. He knows what I’m up to. Shrugging my shoulders at him, I gesture for him to continue.

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