Make Your Change (Aston Archers Hockey, #4)

by Cali Melle

Goddamn, I love a woman who doesn’t fuck around.

“I want to do something spontaneous that I’ve never done before.” She pauses, her hands sliding along my biceps. “How do you feel about finding somewhere to fuck me here instead?”

“You can take it, baby,”

“You’re doing so well, taking every inch of me.”

“Open wider for me, Andi. I want to play with your pussy while I fuck you.”

"Am I allowed to call him Dad?" His words pull at my heart. I look at Carson, my eyes widening in the slightest before looking back, waiting for him to give me something, anything. Carson's eyes are equally wide. After a moment, he nods. I look back at Matteo. “You can call him whatever you'd like, caro.” Matteo smiles and nods, looking over his shoulder at Carson. "I'll be back soon, Dad." Carson’s lip part and a shallow breath escapes him. I watch as conflict washes over his expression. It mixes with other emotions. His tongue darts out, he lets his lips. "I'll be right here, bud."

“This is not home for us, Carson. And I don’t know if driving back and forth is going to be best either.”

“I'll drive however far I have to, whenever I have to.”

There’s a stoppage in play and Carson glances over his shoulder at me as a tender smile crests his lips. This isn’t the first time I’ve caught him looking at me while talking to Matteo within these first two periods of the game. It’s the ninth time, but who’s counting?

“Thank you. That’s a beautiful name,” he murmurs in approval. “Why the hell are you being difficult, Andalina?”

Andalina Rossi is under my roof and creeping under my skin. And I fear I may never want either of them to leave.

I don’t know what she’s doing to me, but I can feel her creeping beneath my skin, crawling in between my ribs and infiltrating my heart . . . And fuck me—because it’s beginning to feel like that’s exactly where she belongs.

“What if I told you I want you to disrupt my life?” His eyes find mine. “You aren’t bothering me, Trouble. My time belongs to the two of you.”

“Do you feel that?”

“You make me uneasy too.” A ghost of a smile dances across his perfect lips. “You make me uneasy in a way that feels as though my heart is going to burst through my chest. In a way that feels like my brain can’t remember how to function properly. Like I don’t know how to regulate my breathing.” The corners of his mouth twitch, his hand shifting away from mine. “So, yeah. You make me uneasy in the best way possible, Trouble.”

“I’m going to kiss you, Andi,” he admits, his voice hoarse. “If you don’t want me to, now would be the time to tell me.”

“And what if I do want you to?”

“You’re going to be my undoing, Trouble.”

“I don’t do this kind of stuff, Andi.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“Let peop...

“I don’t let others occupy my space or my time or my fucking thoughts like you do.” I let out a breath. “I don’t know what I’m doing here with you...

“There’s nothing here to fuck up.”

“No?”

“Nothing doesn’t mean what it used to, does it?”

“It’s become quite a contradicting word.”

I breathe her in, drawing her deep into my lungs, into my heart, and into my soul. Something about Andalina Rossi just feels right. She feels like home, like a place I’m certain I never want to leave.

“You have me all fucked up,”

“You’re just supposed to be the mother of my child . . . but when I look at you, it doesn’t feel like that.”

feels like more and honestly, it scares the s...

“Why does it sca...

“Because for the first time, it feels like I might have s...

“Fear,”

“Of what?”

“You,”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, babe,”

“You’re changing the game for me. If anyone should be afraid, it should be me.”

“You’re not mine to lose, but I’m afraid ...

“Why would you l...

“Because I can never give you what you deserve.”

“Come all over my hand for me.”

“You look so fucking sexy with my cock shoved down your throat.”

“Goddamn, you take me like you were made to suck my cock,” he groans, fucking my face harder. “I’m going to come and I want you to swallow every last drop.”

“I’ve never done this before.”

“You need to be a little more specific than that.”

“I’ve only ever been casual with other women and that’s not what I want with you. I don’t know what I want exactly, but I know it’s not that.”

The more time I spend with Andi and Matteo, the less time I want to be away from both of them. I’m fairly certain this is what a growing attachment feels like . . . and I’m afraid it might be too late for me to do anything about it. I’m officially and irrevocably fucked.

“You’re already everywhere and I want to keep it that way.”

“I want you in my space. I want you and Matteo here when I wake up in the morning and I want you both here when I go to sleep at night.” I pause, a smirk pulling on my lips. “And I want you in my fucking bed, not in the room across the hall.”

“We’re doing things a little backwards, don’t you think?”