Fletcher
I am never leavingGoldie’s bed.
Ever.
Until she has to move back to the States, and then I’m booking us a private jet so that we can have a bed the whole way, and I’m taking her straight to my place where she’ll never leave my bed again.
I approve of this plan.
And I tell her as much, which makes her laugh until she piggy-snorts, which is so fucking perfect that my heart swells big enough to make my eyes hot.
All because loving Goldie is so right and so easy and exactly what I was put on this earth to do.
It’s early Sunday, her day off, and we’re lounging in bed having cookies for breakfast. Even I can’t be a twenty-four seven sex god for my woman if I don’t feed myself.
Eventually I’ll need protein again. A vegetable or something.
Right now, I’m riding the high of being with Goldie.
Protein can probably wait a few weeks.
Or maybe for a few hours.
I don’t want my dog to worry or think I’m not taking good care of myself when we call Sheila later to see how Sweet Pea is doing. Pup doesn’t like international flights, and Sheila promised to take good care of her as long as we need.
And to call so we can talk until I’m back in the States.
“I have to tell you something,” Goldie says as she finishes a cookie. “And you have to promise to let me finish before you tell me no.”
“I don’t tell you no.”
She makes a noise that saysyou will be telling me no.
I make a noise back that saysbet.
We both grin, andfuck.
She’s everything I never knew I wanted and now cannot live without. I know loving her won’t always be easy, but it’s so damn right.
So damn worth it.
She shifts in the bed until she’s straddling me, which is my favorite. Right along with cradling her breasts. Licking her neck. Rubbing my cock against her clit.
If it’s Goldie, it’s my favorite.
Her eyes roll back in her head as I tilt my hips, but she shakes her head and scoots back down my thighs so I can’t rub her with my cock. “No, this first.”
“Sounds serious.”
“You need to go home and finish the season.”
I jerk backward, but she grabs me by the cheeks and kisses me hard until I relax again.
And then she pulls back and freaking says it again, those golden eyes searching mine and picking up on every bit of every reaction that I know she knows I’m tamping down.
“You need to go back to Copper Valley and finish the season. Ah-ah-ah. No talking until I’m done. I’m not done. I love you, Fletcher. I love you and I will love you if you’re here or if you’re there. What you’re doing for the Pounders matters. What you’re doing for the entire league matters. And not for them. Foryou. I’ll be done here in about two months. We can text. We can talk. We can have phone sex, which I suspect you’ll beexcellentat, and when my commitment here is over, I’ll move home to Copper Valley to be with you.”
“Your book—” I start, but she puts a finger to my mouth and shakes her head.
