He flashes a smile at me. “Definitely don’t change it. I love how big you are.”
“Now that you’ve seen me hard… do you still think that…” I can’t even get the words out. We’ve talked about sex quite extensively to some degree, but it’s been abstract. Not explicitly about sex between us.
“That you’re perfect?”
“Yes, but… perfect for you?”
His eyes meet mine and they’re burning with heat. “Yes. When you’re ready. We have so much more we can do that isn’tthatthough. There’s no hurry. No pressure. We never have to if you’re not interested.”
I think what’s going to make me fall in love with him in a rather short time frame is how he understands that sex hasn’t been colored in a positive light in my world. It’s not in a shameful way, but the circumstances surrounding it have always been terrifying because of the outcomes that I’ve seen.
“I want to,” I tell him. “Not today. Not now. But I want to.”
Torin leans over me, kissing me. It’s soft and sweet, and I take a deep breath. Feeling like I’ve found my place in the world. I’ve found my other half when I didn’t think I had one.
Chapter Twenty-Six
TORIN
I knowI’m not in my room before I even open my eyes. The bed feels different, but it’s the lack of light and sounds that are really different from mine. There’s no quiet water movement and it’s a lot darker. Hugo has blackout curtains that he pulls at night, whereas mine are just flimsy pink ones. Honestly, the windows are so high that curtains to cover them are stupidly expensive.
While I don’t plan to move out of my apartment anytime soon, it seemed like a frivolous investment to spend so much on curtains I probably wouldn’t be able use again. The chances of my next place having enormous windows of the same size just doesn’t seem likely.
I don’t hate waking up like this—to the morning sun being blocked by dark curtains and the absence of the gently running water. For one, I don’t immediately have to pee when I regain consciousness. And two, I think I sleep later. Which is nice when I stay up so late.
Not that we stay up super late, but we’re definitely awake for a while when we get into bed. Hugo isn’t ready to sleep yet, no matter how late we get into bed. He likes to talk for a bit and sometimes, it ends in orgasms. I’m not complaining about either. I love them both.
Hugo yawns, his entire body coming alive with the movement. My eyes are closed and I concentrate on feeling the bed move. Theway it dips and shifts until Hugo is pressed against me, his face in my neck. His arm wraps around my waist, his leg hooks over mine, and his big, fat, hard dick is against my hip. I try not to shiver at the feel of it.
“Morning,” he says in his gruff morning voice.
I grin. “Morning.”
“I’m glad for a day off.”
Me too, but I should probably go to the arena at some point today to get ready for tomorrow. I don’t like waiting until right before the game to get my shit in order. What if I need something? Not that it would matter. It’s not like I can place an order for instant delivery. Besides, I’m the mascot. Not the equipment manager. It’s definitely different.
Still, I like to be prepared. To make sure our audience is hyped and ready and spoiled with chances to win goodies. I think our franchise spends a lot on freebies—probably more than most—but we also pack the arena most game nights. I like to think that I have something to do with it.
“Can we stay in bed all day?” Hugo asks.
My grin couldn’t be wider. “Yes.”
He hums and cuddles closer. We’re quiet for a minute, both of us slowly waking up.
“Two more games before the three-day holiday break,” Hugo murmurs.
I smile, nodding. We have today off. Off completely—no training or practice or conditioning for the team. They play the Calgary Chickadees and then the Arizona Sand Riders over the next two days before we get three days off for Christmas. It’s not much, but it’s something. More than we got for Thanksgiving.
“Do you have plans for Christmas?” I ask.
Hugo shakes his head.
“Not going home?”
“Nah. I’d spend the majority of two entire days traveling from one coast to the other and spend maybe twenty-four hours with my family. It hardly seems worth it.”
“Are you close with your family?”
