Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
He grins up at me. “Almost all my dreams have come true.”
“What other dream needs to be fulfilled?” I ask as I stroke my fingers over his collarbone.
“I need you to get naked, Simone. I need it bad.”
CHAPTER 18
Van
“Van,” Boone calls before I’m able to slip out of the locker room. “You better get your ass over to Mario’s for a celebratory beer.”
“Not tonight. I’ve got a hot date.”
Several of the guys laugh and I throw my hand up in the air to wave goodbye. I spread the word during the pregame prep that Simone and I were back together.
I turn left out of the locker room and make my way over to the family lounge where I find Simone sitting around a table with some of her Titan Queens. I haven’t met all the significant others yet, given how I pretty much avoided everyone during my first two weeks with the team. Simone doesn’t see me coming, but some of the other women do and nod my way.
Turning in her chair, she catches sight of me and I’m dazzled by the smile she bestows. I’m the luckiest fucking man on earth that she’s still in love with me, warts and all. Bending down, I press my mouth to hers for a soft kiss. When we break apart, she introduces me to Stone’s fiancée Harlow, Coen’s wife Tillie, and I’ve already met Gage’s fiancée Jenna. They’re all wearing their Titan Queens T-shirts.
“Where are the rest of your girls?” I ask. Simone sat in the owner’s box with Brienne and her new posse to watch our win over the Washington Breakers.
“Already headed over to Mario’s with their menfolk,” Simone replies. “You ready to go?”
“More than ready.” I hold out my hand to Simone and she uses it to stand from her chair. Turning back to her friends, she bids them good night and blows a kiss with promises to hang out at the next home game.
Simone and I mutually agreed to go home after the game, wanting instead to be alone. The past few weeks have been horrible for both of us, but Simone deserved none of it. I want to spend the night worshipping her—physically and emotionally. I want to fuck our brains out and then I want us to stay up all night talking about all the things we need to do for the baby.
She yawns as we head to the players’ lot in the garage. I know she’s exhausted, given our escapades after we made up last night at our home in Vermont, only for us to catch an early charter flight back to Pittsburgh so I could get to the arena. Add on a three-hour stint for the game and I’m thinking maybe I should just tuck her into bed.
I hold her hand the entire trip home, resting it on my thigh.
“Did Etta ever call you back?” she asks.
Chuckling, I nod. “I had to do some groveling, as expected.” I called my aunt first thing this morning to let her know that Simone and I were going to be just fine, and then we ended up playing a little bit of phone tag as it was a game day. “Then I had to listen to her berate me for what I did to you and of course, I took it. I deserved it.”
“You kind of did,” Simone admits with a sheepish grin.
“It’s a testament to how much Etta loves you. I swear I think she would have disowned me if I didn’t make things right.”
“No way,” Simone says with a squeeze to my hand. “She loves you far too much.”
We’re silent a moment, then I can’t help but ask. “And the Fournier clan?”
Simone snorts. “I didn’t talk to them. I just sent a group text that said we were back together, everything was fine and unless they wanted to incur my wrath they’d forgive you and treat you well.”
“It will be fine,” I assure her, although I wouldn’t put it past Lucas to make me do some extra sucking up to him.
Once we get home, Simone slips into the master bathroom while I get undressed, hanging my suit in the closet. Yeah… tonight I should let her get a good night’s sleep. I can fuck her in the morning and then we can talk about the baby over breakfast.
I’m just pulling back the covers on the bed when the bathroom door opens and Simone is standing there wearing one of her skimpy negligees that has me about swallowing my tongue. It’s cream-colored and made of a sheer material that hides nothing. I can see her nipples and her pussy through the little night dress, and my cock starts to lengthen.
I’m frozen as she moves to the opposite side of the bed and then crawls across it toward me. Her breasts sway and she licks at her lower lip. Going to her knees, she slides her hands up my chest and over my shoulders to lace behind my neck. “Hi,” she whispers.