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But even without Bodhi, I think that Henry would be the father figure on the team. I mean, he adopted a kid as a single professional hockey player. Who does that?
“He’s letting you see his neurotic pancake perfection. That’s, like, fourth date shit, man.”
“Another coincidence,” he says, tapping his Dum Dum to mine before taking the wrapper off and putting it in his mouth. I’ve never wanted to be a lollipop more in my life.
“Get the rest of your clothes off,” I practically growl. “Ass on the bed. Legs spread. Pussy out.”
“Cream or sugar?” “Actually, do you have some ice?” Her lips tip down, and she sighs dramatically, grumbling about how young people ruin everything sacred and holy, even coffee.
He picks me up, and I yelp, almost dropping my iced coffee. I’m beginning to like being in his arms too much. He carries me and my iced coffee into his bathroom. Yeah, I’m glad I called too. He’s just what I need to forget about my problems for the day.
No wonder he’s Mr. Heartbreaker. He’s breaking hearts because he’s too good at this sex thing, and those women are probably mourning the loss. I’ll probably cry when this is over too.
His finger runs over the outside of my underwear, and we both groan. “Want to get the pizza to go before I can’t control myself and finger the woman consuming me in some pizza joint?”
God, she’s ruining me, and I’m just letting her do it, but the last thing I want to do is walk away from this.
I take a moment while her eyes are closed and she doesn’t know I’m looking at her to admire her beauty and the fact that she’s kind of mine. I mean, I don’t think she’s seeing anyone else. Or fucking anyone else. I hope not. We never talked specifically about being exclusive. Shit, do I even ask?
“Oh, snap!” Tweetie says with glee. “And the sidewalk show goes from Chicago Fire to the Maury Povich Show. You are the sister!” Jesus, does this guy ever shut up?
“If you broke up, does that mean Daddy can date her?” Henry laughs, but quickly tries to stop, failing miserably. “No,” I answer. “Why not? Mrs. Brewster says you have to share. That sharing is the nice thing to do because you want to spread happiness. If something makes you happy, it would probably make someone else happy to play with it too.”
He shakes his head then presses his lips to mine and pulls back. “I love you, Kyleigh Nilsen. Will you be my girlfriend?”
“You snuck up on me.” “You did, too. At a time when I didn’t believe in love or forevers.” He kisses my forehead. “You’re the best surprise of my life.”
“You just missed out on having my mouth on yours with all your smack talk.” She cups my dick through my pants again. “And you missed out having my mouth wrapped around your dick.”
It’s a powerful feeling when you can offer someone that feeling of security.
“Conor Nilsen just chest-bumped Rowan Landry onto the ice. And now it looks like…oh man, they’re fighting.”
“What if he never hurts me? What if we get married and have kids and are happily married until we die hand in hand at the same time? Well, I get to die one minute before him, so I never have to live on this earth without him.”
“I love you, Conor. Stay out of my personal life.”
“You know your brother will never get a chance to knee me in the balls, right?” “Duh, I’m the only one who can touch your balls now.”
