“Corey. Go home,” I said again, this time more forcefully.
Corey didn’t even manage to get a reply out before he was shoved away from me and to the ground with a dull thud. I hadn’t even seen Luca coming until he stepped in front of me, blocking me from Corey’s view.
“Fuck off, mate. She doesn’t want you,” Luca growled, seemingly not giving a shit who saw what was going on.
Corey scrambled to his feet, stumbling on his drunk legs. “How do you know? She’s a whore. Opens her legs for anyone. She’s nothing but a dirty…”
He didn’t get the rest of his insults out. Luca’s fist drew back before connecting with Corey’s nose with a sickening crack. Stepping towards where Luca was towering over Corey’s crumpled form on the ground in front of him, I gripped Luca’s hand. The last thing I needed was for him to lay into Corey. As much as I wanted to punch him myself, this was enough. Looking down at him, I saw blood pouring from his nose.
Needing to finish this once and for all, I stepped closer, and he cowered. I have to admit, seeing him shy away from me made me feel powerful and in control. “We’re done, Corey. Don’t come near me again or I’ll be pressing charges.”
Leaning down, I tangled my fingers with Luca’s and tugged him behind me as I stepped over Corey’s leg. I was done with this. Today was about Luca, and I wasn’t about to let some drunken arsehole ruin our celebrating.
After Luca shook a few hands, he stopped, crowding me against the wall in the same manner that Corey had, but this felt incredibly different. With Luca, I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
Lifting up on my toes, I kissed him quickly. “How’s the leg?”
“Fine.”
“Honestly?”
“It’ll be okay. It’s a bit sore, but nothing to worry about.”
I didn’t know if I believed him, but for now I’d let it go.
“You’re staying at my place tonight,” Luca stated like it was a foregone conclusion.
“Am I now?” Today might be all about Luca, but it didn’t mean I couldn’t have a bit of fun with him.
“Yep. And do you know what the best part is?”
“What’s that?”
“Tomorrow’s Sunday.”
“It is.” I wasn’t sure where he was heading with this, but the smile on his face made it all worthwhile.
With a wicked glint in his eye, Luca leaned down and whispered into my ear, his gravelly voice sending goosebumps down my spine. “And Sundays at my place are now known as naked Sundays.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely.”
Luca was already celebrating his victory, and it just proved that the man still had so much to learn when it came to women. Two could play that game. “Does that mean we have to wait until tomorrow?”
With a pained growl, he bent down and lifted me off my feet, my legs wrapping around his waist before he kissed me. It wasn’t one of the kisses that was suitable for public. It was full of passion; want and desperation and need.
By the time he pulled back, I was panting and sucking in deep breaths. “So, you going to take me home or what’s your story?”
With his hands on my arse, he squeezed, only making my situation more desperate. Luca grunted, and I remembered his leg. “Your knee!” I exclaimed as I tried to untangle my legs from around him, but he wasn’t having it.
Wriggling his hips, I felt his hard, hot length press against me. “I can’t feel a thing.” He smirked before carrying me down the tunnel and out of the stadium like I was his trophy and, right now, that’s exactly how I felt.
Chapter Thirty-Nine – Luca
Unemployment sucks.
I’d been officially retired for six days, and I was already bored as bat shit. Especially since Elise had to climb out of my bed every morning and go to work leaving me lying there staring at the ceiling, wondering what the hell I was supposed to do with all this free time.
