“Put me down so I can. Why are you even carrying me? You just played a four hour game. And you got tackled pretty hard in that third quarter. That damn Nichols is a goddamn brute,” she chided, angrily.
“Now you want to kick his ass?”
“Hell yeah, tackling my man like he didn’t have any sense.” She twisted her lips and rolled her eyes as I stepped onto the elevator.
“He was doing his job. Punch in five, four, three, eight,” I told her. The code for the private elevator.
“Are you sore?” she questioned, looking me directly in my eyes, concerned.
A smile touched my lips. “Thirty seconds ago you wanted to kick my ass and now you’re asking if I’m sore?”
“I still want to kick your ass for not telling me your family would be there but not if you’re injured.” She gave me a sly look.
I chuckled as the elevator doors spread open. At the same time, Destiny tightened her arms around my neck and leaned in, catching my earlobe between her teeth. A tingle moved down my spine.
“Little minx,” I growled, squeezing her ass.
“Great game, baby,” she whispered in my ear. “And congratulations. You’re going to be an uncle again,” she added.
I smiled. After the game, Joshua and Kayla had told me of their good news. I’d suspected as much for weeks but waited for them to tell me. Apparently, I was the last to know, even after Destiny.
“I love being an uncle,” I responded as I moved through the huge living room space of my condo and into the bedroom. There I placed Destiny on the massive California king bed I had especially made for me.
“I don’t even get a tour of your place my first time here?”
I shrugged. “Later.” I went to cover her body with mine but she moved out of the way.
“No!” She stood up, looking down on me. “You need a warm bath so you won’t be sore in the morning. Preferably in epsom salt. And are you hungry? When’s the last time you ate?”
“I was planning on eating something,” I growled while reaching for the button of her jeans.
“Stop that,” she said, smacking my hands away. “Where’s your epsom salt? No pro athlete lives in a home that doesn’t carry epsom salt.”
I grunted. “Under the bathroom sink.”
“Great. I’ll run a bath with the salt. Get undressed.”
I wrinkled my forehead. “Since when do you give the orders?”
“Since always.” She shrugged and moved into the bathroom. Seconds later I heard the water running.
I tilted my head to the side and sighed. “True.” She was right. She’d run away with my heart from the first moment I laid eyes on her. I stood, removing the tie, button-up top, dress pants, and shoes I’d worn for the game. I left my suit jacket in my car. Completely unashamed, I strolled into the bathroom, coming up behind Destiny, placing my hands at her waist. She gasped when my cock bumped up against her ass.
I began kissing down one side of her neck before moving to the other side.
“You have no fucking clue how hot it is seeing you wear my name,” I commented on the jersey she was still sporting.
“Nooo,” she whined, pulling away, giggling. “You need to get in. The salt has melted.”
I angled my head, staring down at her.
“Seriously, Tyler. You’re pumped up on adrenaline and …” her eyes dipped to my semi-erect cock, “sex hormones, but if you don’t soak for a little while you will be feeling it in the morning.”
I worked my jaw, knowing she was right and hating it.
“I’ll give you a massage once you get in.”
“Fine, but only if you’re naked when you do it.”
