It’s the truth. Otherwise, she’s restless. The first night I did it, I was cautious, afraid she’d wake up and accuse me of trying to touch her while she was asleep, but she sighed wistfully and didn’t move an inch for the rest of the night.
Reese
That’s sort of…sweet.
Unless you’re being a creep and just wanting to cop a feel.
Me
If I’m going to touch you like that, I want you fully awake so I can watch you come undone.
Rhodes elbows me from the side, and I snap my head up from looking at my phone under the table.
Goddamnit.
The waiter is in a fully engrossed conversation with Coach Jones about hockey—me in particular. They’re both staring at me, dragging this night out even further. My credit card is in his hand with a pen and receipt.
“Need my autograph?” I ask.
The waiter’s eyebrows shoot up. “Dude, yes.”
My mouth twitches. “I was referring to the receipt, but I’ll give you an autograph too.”
Anything to get you over here faster so I can go up to my room and concentrate on these texts with my fiancée.
Mid-signature, I feel a vibration against my leg. I grip the pen tighter to keep myself from throwing it off to the side so I can grab my phone.
The waiter stares at my autograph. “Thanks, man.”
“No problem.”
He makes his way to Rhodes and the rest of the guys as I sit impatiently.
I sneakily read Reese’s text.
Reese
So what you’re saying is that you’d wake me up in order to pay me back?
Me
To start with.
Intrigued, Dimples?
Reese
Okay…then what?
I take that as a yes.
After glancing at the waiter, who’s becoming a pain in my ass, I scoot my chair back to speed things up.
Me
I’d rub your hip until your shirt slipped to reveal your soft skin. Then I’d move my hand just a bit and start over on your skin.
My coaches stand to leave, and I quickly follow suit, pulling down on my pants to conceal my semi-hardon.
