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My jaw ticks. “Lucky? I want as many words from you as possible. Tell me the name of the person who told you it was lucky to have you be silent, Curly.”
“Why not? I thought that once you were in the league, you would try to make up for lost time. You never dated anyone before you were drafted.”
Pulling our joined hands behind her, I press them to her back and lean in, lowering my voice. “It’s hard to date when the only woman you want, you can’t have.”
That’s all I was to those guys. A naïve girl who thought that a guy was into me, even though he really only wanted to know if he was attracted to bigger girls.” Rage. Red, blinding rage roars deep inside of me. Words evade me.
One look at her has me willing to fall to my knees and beg for forgiveness on behalf of every single man who has stopped her from feeling like she’s the most beautiful woman to exist.
I’ve never had anyone tell me those things before—let alone a man—and I’m at a loss for what to do with myself. Is it too much to throw myself across the table and plant myself in his lap? Yeah . . . probably.
“Fuck no. I’m a grown man, baby girl. I can handle a bit of a tease.”
“Fucking hell, I missed you,” he replies, shaking his head as he falls forward,
Baked mac and cheese and a thick slice of garlic bread. Clearly, I’m as fancy of a girl as they come.
YUM
“If you need me tomorrow, call me. Don’t just text me. Call. Okay?” he asks. “Okay,” I agree. “I can do that.”
“I missed you more than I’ve ever missed anything. You took a piece of me that day, and I’ve been searching for something, anything, to mould into the hole left behind, but it was impossible. Now you’re here, and that hole? It’s gone. So yes, sweetheart. I missed you. And wearing the cologne you got me made me feel like I didn’t lose you entirely while you were away. I’ve worn it every single day.”
The kiss is hard but soft. Urgent but patient. Confusing but all too clear at the same time. In other words, it’s entirely real.
“Don’t, Larissa. For God’s sake, can you just let me do something without needing to be the good guy?”
No Roy. Now get tf out of here
“Well, that just proves how little you know about the women in this family because we get vicious when we’re hungry. And I’m damn near ravished,” Anna growls.
Vivid blue eyes pierce my green ones when she tips her head back and smiles. “For coming back to me.”
With you by my side, we’re going all the way to the cup, and that means you need more than one jersey. Take your pick, there’s every style of VW jersey I’ve ever worn in here. And yes, I signed each one and I’m writing this note with a very sore wrist. Kiss it better later? Can’t wait to see you. Love, Dox
“Okay. I need you to get out first.” “What?” The word is so quiet I almost don’t hear it.
“Baby. I need you to open your door and step outside before I fuck you in the cab of this truck.”
“Undo the button for me.” It’s an order, and she takes it as such. She fiddles with the button until it pops and the zipper slides down. “Good girl.”
I’m on her the second we step inside the penthouse. I swallow her gasp as I back her up against the wall and kiss those perfect fucking pink lips.
“What’s that look for?” I ask softly, brushing my nose along hers. “You don’t have to carry me. I can walk.” “In every single one of my dreams, this is how I’m bringing you into my bedroom for the first time. Let me make it a reality.”
I want you to know that I believe everything about you was custom-made just for me and that I love every single inch of your beautiful body.”
“I have loved you at a hundred pounds, and I would love you at a thousand. Let me show you how much I love you right now.”
“I have never stopped loving you. Not once. I don’t think I know how.”
“I’m going to devour you, baby girl.” I reach behind my head and pull my shirt off, tossing it somewhere in the room before lowering my hands to the band around my hips.
brush my thumb over the ink-drawn heart and the B + M that fill the centre. It sits directly between my pecs, over the organ that beats only for her.
“Maddox.” It’s a soft, beautiful sound. “Yeah, baby?” “It’s beautiful. I love it. And you. God, do I ever love you,” she sighs. “I love you, Curly Fry. Now and for the rest of my goddamn life.”
“Do I taste like I’m yours?”
“Baby girl, I more than taste like I’m yours. I fucking am yours.”
“The first time you come for me, it’s going to be around my cock,”
“And the first time I come for you, it’s going to be wrapped up tight in your pretty little pussy. The first and only one I’ve ever been inside.”
“We wasted so much time,” I whisper. “But we have so much time left.” He’s right.
“You are already mine, Braxton. Been mine for two decades, and you’ll be mine for the rest of time, I promise you that,” he murmurs,
My good-luck charm was missing tonight, and I felt it. That woman is as much a part of me as my right arm,
My brows furrow. “Do you have plans or something?” He laughs, shaking his head. “No, love. But I think—” “Braxton?” a deep voice shouts outside of the room. “Don’t touch me. Just tell me where the fuck she is. Braxton?”
“I will always choose you. Nothing else matters to me but you. Nothing.”
“Thank you, Dad.” I scrape the words up my throat, the emotion there making it a difficult task. “For what?” “For bringing her back to me when I was too scared to do it myself.”
“Fuck!” I shout, squeezing my eyes shut. That fucking snake. “What are they saying about my girl, Dad? Why is Mom on the phone with her?”
“While it might not be your fault that someone went to those lengths, it is your fault that we had to build this story in the first place. You and that deadbeat brother of yours were the cause of this mess. I only did what I could to fix your mess.”
Silence. Edgy, tense silence. And then, “What did you call my son?”
“For fuck’s sake, Oakley. Noah was the cause of all of this, and you still won’t do anything about him. I may be your friend, but I won’t hold my tongue when it comes to that boy,” Alex growls, clearly not caring that Dad is about to send him through a goddamn wall.
“I love you too, Curly Fry. Forever and always.”
“What would you need me to do, Braxton?” he croaks. My shoulders fall, a wobbly breath escaping me as I hang my head, knowing full well Maddox is going to hate this. “Get me an interview with Rose Carpenter.”
I’m proud of him. So damn proud. All I’ve ever wanted is for my children to be happy, and knowing that my boy is chasing his happiness makes me feel like I’ve done something right.
“Whatever it is you thought you were getting from Braxton today isn’t happening. You’re going to sit there and listen to what I have to say, and then you will never speak my son’s name or my daughter-in-law’s name again,” he states, confidence dripping from every word.
A hand flies to my mouth when I find a new silver tag beside his original one, the words Will You Marry Me written across it. “Dox,” I whisper, looking up to find him right in front of me, on one knee with a small black box in his hand.
“Baby girl, I’ve loved you since the moment our eyes met, and I knew I wanted to marry you just moments later. It’s been two decades since then, and while I spent eight years without you, I don’t think you were ever fully gone.”
“You are my soulmate, Braxton. I believe that wholeheartedly, and I know you do too. We were meant to meet that day, and we were meant to meet again. Fate brought us back together because we weren’t finished yet. Fuck, I don’t think we’ll ever be finished. In this life or the next. I’m never letting you go again, not now or ever. So, Curly Fry, what do you say? Will you marry me?”
“Stop hogging my wife, Adalyn,” Maddox orders, voice gruff and commanding.
“Fucking hell, baby girl. You expect me to keep my hands to myself tonight when you look like this?”
