“You gonna make it?” I tease.
“I need to work out more.”
“You just did, kitten.”
She laughs a breathy, relaxed laugh. “Why kitten?”
Why kitten? Why indeed. “It was the way you ate that chicken. Like a kitten would.”
She laughs harder, but my dick’s still inside her, and the squeeze of her inner muscles is too much, and now I’m the one gasping for breath as my oversensitive cock tries to go into hiding.
“Thank you for being my friend,” she whispers.
“Thank you for being my everything.”
34
Ziggy
I’m a nervous wreck.
I shouldn’t be. The caterers are here. The bar is set up. The room is perfectly decorated. Dad’s beaming as he welcomes the team to the postseason banquet, delayed because a few players were traveling over the summer and weren’t supposed to be back until now.
And this is the first time I’ll be in a room with two dozen men who know that I’m dating their captain.
And my stepdad.
Their team’s owner.
Dad insists that the whole family greet the team, so I’m standing next to Mom, who’s next to Miranda, who’s next to Dad.
All four of us in a row.
“Hey, Ziggy,” Crew says to me after he shakes my mom’s hand. He’s first in line. “Looks great in here. Did you hear wehave a player on the team who saved a puppy from a fire last week?”
“No,” Mom gasps.
I glare at Crew as much as I can without giving away that I’m glaring at him. “I hope we hear all about it later. That’s something to celebrate.”
“My goodness, is he okay?” Mom asks.
“Barely even singed his arm hairs,” Crew says.
Holt’s not here yet. He’s coming with Fletcher and Goldie and Silas.
And they’re intentionally arriving almost last.
They might even be in the parking garage right now, waiting for most of the other guys to arrive.
Wouldn’t surprise me.
I wonder if he’s as nervous as I am.
I hope not. Only one of us should feel like this.
“Ziggy? Are you okay?” Mom whispers.
Another player’s here, talking to Dad and taking a minute.
