Lucky squeals before slapping a hand over her mouth.
“I’m thinkingallthe colors. Maybe even go nuts with a little glitter. C’mon, BFF.” He stands, holding his hand out for her, throwing me a wink before they head inside, hand-in-hand.
“Okay. Well… I mean, don’t worry about old dad out here,” I call behind them, huffing a laugh as I walk inside. “I’ll just let myself in.”
Inside, Logan and Dallas are seated at the long dining table, inspecting what looks like at least fifty bottles of nail polish, all colors of the rainbow, including a few colors I’ve never even seen before. Dallas tips his hat at me, Logan juts his chin, and I can’t help but laugh because if this was a week ago, before they knew of Lucky’s existence, they’d be situated in front of the television, PlayStation controllers in hand, and I’d be running in to join them. Now they’re lined up at Lucky’s makeshift nail salon. How quickly things change.
“Hey, girlfriend!” Fran greets Lucky with a giant hug.
“I love your boots,” Emily says, next in line to embrace my daughter.
Lucky looks down at her pink sparkly rain boots. “Thanks. My daddy got them for me.” She grins back at me, and Emily flashes a knowing smile.
“Hey, Papi,” Hannah teases, sidling up next to me, a bottle of water in one hand, a Gatorade in the other, offering me one.
I take the water, leaning in and pressing a kiss to her cheek, lingering a little longer to murmur a warning. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Baby Draper.”
She shivers in response, and my already stirring cock twitches.
“Daddy, what color do you want?”
Pulled from my inappropriate thoughts, I glance back to where Lucky is sorting the bottles of polish.
“We’re all going rainbow,” Robbie speaks for me, throwing asteely glance back at Dallas and Logan like they might possibly object. Of course, they don’t. I have a feeling my friends would die for that little girl, regardless of Robbie’s harsh tactics.
“Rainbow,” I answer, winking at Lucky.
She kicks her feet, lining up the colors.
“Pssst!”
I spin around, Fran standing by the entry to the hallway, waving Hannah and me over. Hannah glances at me curiously, and I shrug a shoulder, the two of us following Fran as she leads the way to the end, where her and Robbie’s bedroom is.
“Not gonna lie,” I say, walking into the sprawling, dimly lit room with its wall of glass that looks over New York as the city lights start to illuminate against the dusk sky. “Kinda weird being in your bedroom.” When I spot Emily and Millie seated on the chaise sofa by the far wall, sipping glasses of wine, I add, “With every one of my best friends’ ladies…”
“Oh relax,” Fran dismisses with a wave of her hand as she crosses the room and enters the door to what appears to be the closet. “It’s not like I’m about to strap on a dildo and tell you to bend over.” She throws me a salacious smile over her shoulder. “I mean, unless of course you ask me to.”
I deadpan, and Hannah stifles a laugh next me, squeezing my hand.
Fran returns a moment later, carrying a big box and placing it onto the foot of the bed.
“That better not be a fucking strap-on,” I say, sizing up the box.
She smirks at me but doesn’t answer, lifting the top off the box and rifling through the white tissue paper inside.
I watch, curious and quietly terrified because when it comes to Fran Keller and a mystery box, you can never be too sure what she’s going to pull out of it. But when I see what it is, my eyes light up.
“Jackie delivered it this morning,” Fran says of our captain’s wife, smiling from me to Hannah.
“Oh my God.” Hannah groans, throwing her head back.
“I fucking love it!” I step closer, taking the black leather letterman-style jacket, adorned with sparkly rhinestones that spell out my name and number on the back and the Thunder logo across the front with the season year on the left breast.
“You’re wearing it!” Fran throws a warning finger at Hannah.
I unzip it and do the honors, draping the leather over my girlfriend’s shoulders and taking a step back to get a good look at her. “Fuck, I’m hard…”
“That was Dallas’s exact reaction.” Emily laughs from her place on the chaise.
