The Right Move (Windy City, #2)

by Liz Tomforde

but the only person I’m looking at is the tall blonde who owns my heart in the front of the room.

“I want you, Indy. I want us. I want our little life we’ve built even when we thought we were pretending. I want you in our house because you’ve made it a home. I want your mess and your chaos. I want your genuine smiles, the ones you wear when you’re around my sister, the hockey team, and me. I want you happy, and I want to be the reason you are. I want you to choose me.”

My home, my heart, all of it, is with you.

But let me make this clear, when it comes to her, I have no issue ruining my reputation. I will burn the world down to protect her and I’ll proudly wave the match, so everyone knows I’m the one who did it.”

“You know that jersey you’ve got with my last name on it? When you see it hanging there in your closet, let it serve as a reminder to you, that soon enough, it’ll be her last name too.”

Mrs. Shay is another I’d like to add to the list in the future.

Our home.

“If I touch your pussy right now, is it going to be wet for me?” I quickly nod. “Touch me and find out.” “Was that in the form of a question?” “Jesus,” I breathe out. “What is this? Jeopardy?”

“And I love coming home to you.”

“That’s good because I’m not going anywhere.” “No?” “Are you kidding? I’ve got a free ride here. I get flowers hand delivered every week and I’m getting laid on the regular. I’m living the dream.”

“What about me? You don’t love me?” “Love you too, brother!”

Grabbing my keys, I head towards the front door. “Ry, I’m heading to Michael’s.”

“Say that again for me.” “I’m heading to Michael’s.” “And who the fuck is Michael?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it? Okay then.” “You don’t get to tell me what to do unless we're both naked.”

“It’ll give me something to do later.”

“Michael’s is a craft store, you psychopath.”

Ryan sings into Max’s ear, and I swear to God my ovaries are on high alert because Ryan Shay holding a baby while cooking me dinner has got to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“You’re wrong, by the way,” he says. “Wrong about what?” “Me not having to make you coffee. I had Ryan Shay standing in my doorway telling me how his girlfriend likes her coffee and if you don’t think the look he gave me while he said it screamed ‘you better fucking make her coffee when she wakes up’ well then, babe, you’re wrong.”

“Speaking of Ryan Shay,” Rio begins again. “There’s a basketball player sleeping in my driveway who's worth more money than I’ll ever see in my lifetime.” “He came back?” “He never left. The guy slept in his car, and honestly, if I were into dudes that right there would have me folding.”

“Can you tell me when it was paid?” “Looks like it was back in mid-December.”

“I bought us this house back in January.” Flipping to the last page of what I realize now is the deed, he points to the final line. “And if you don’t believe me, your name is right there.” It is. He put my name right along his on the title of the house with a date in January. Only days after his knee injury.

I’m home.

“Daily update, Vee—we’re doing this forever, but first I need your help with something.”

“You weren’t complete shit,” he says. “Can’t say the same for you. What the hell was with you in that game I watched last night?” “I was distracted! I just found out I’m going to be a daddy. Sorry that hockey wasn’t the first thing on my mind.”

And there she is, blonde hair, lavender sundress, and embroidered Converse. Beautiful as always with that sunshine smile I’ll never tire of seeing. My best friend and the person who owns every part of me.

“What are your rules, Ind?” Her soft brown eyes meet mine, melting in front of me. “We live our happiest lives out here. You and me. Even if it’s always just you and me. Even if children aren’t in our future, we remember how grateful we are to have found each other.” I couldn’t agree more. “Deal.”

“I will love you for the rest of my life,” she whispers against my lips.

“You got your team to the playoffs tonight.” “Is this my reward?”

“One of them.” She kisses my throat. “You're going to have lots of rewards, Shay. I figured it is only fair that since you bought me a house, I should blow you in every room of it.” “Well, you are pretty on your knees, baby.” “Mmm, thank you.”

Slowly, I pull out and watch as my cum drips out and down her body. With a single finger, I collect it, pushing it back in, and loving the way it looks to have me inside of her.

Forever does sound perfect.

His sister, Navy,

Taylor Shay Zanders is my only niece, the same way Navy is his.

Navy Renee