My parents adore her.
My teammates love her.
And I'm so fucking in love I can't see straight. I need to hear her say it when she's awake. I may lose my fucking mind if I don't hear it soon.
"What time is it?" she asks after a few moments.
"No clue."
"We're going to be late."
We're supposed to go to the bar with my teammate tonight. I don't know why because I never go, but Dace made puppy-dog eyes at Serena, and she promised to make me come. I'd rather stay right here.
"That's your fault."
She splutters at me and then huffs, hiding a smile against my chest. "You know what? I'm too blissed out to even care how you reached that conclusion, so whatever. Blame me for your uncontrollable urges. I don't care."
I nip her shoulder, palming my ass. "You were walking around naked, princess. You can't blame a motherfucker for his uncontrollable urges when you're waving his favorite meal in front of him."
"I'm not a steak, Austin." She jabs me in the ribcage with her fingernail. "Stop comparing me to food. It's weird."
I tip her head back, forcing her to look at me. "Do I eat your cunt?"
"Austin!"
"Do I?"
"Yes."
"Do I eat your asshole?"
Her cheeks turn pink, which is just fucking cute. She'll let me lick and play with that little hole and beg for more the whole time, but she still can't discuss it without blushing.
"Answer the question, baby."
"Oh my god."
"Answer it."
"Yes."
"You're the best thing I've ever tasted, so I fail to see the problem with calling you my favorite meal." I palm her ass again, squeezing one round cheek before I roll from the bed. "Now, stop bitching. It's time to shower."
She flops onto her back, staring up at me like she isn't sure if she'd rather kiss or kill me. And then she smiles, shaking her head. "You know we're never going to get clean if we get in that shower together, right?"
"Who said anything about getting clean?" I ask, leaning down to haul her out of the bed. "All I said was that it's time to shower."
She buries her face against my shoulder, her body shaking with laughter.
"You look different," Lucas says, dropping into a seat beside me at the bar.
I glance away from the pool table, where I'm almost certain Serena is hustling Dace while Jasper, Dakota, and Killian watch, to glance at him. "I look the same way I looked yesterday, motherfucker."
"Nah." He grins at me over his beer. "That's not what I meant. I mean, you look happy."
My gaze drifts to Serena again, just in time to see her sink another ball. She looks fucking gorgeous in one of my jerseys and a pair of jeans that mold to her ass as she laughs at Dace.
"Maybe I am," I murmur, and then thank the bartender when he slides my beer and her wine across the top toward me.
