“Was the first year just a canteen of it that everyone had to share?”
“Almost,” I say with a smile. A smile that seems to catch her attention because I sense her staring at me as I take my first sip. “Can I help you?” I ask when our eyes meet.
She lifts her hand and presses her finger along my cheek. “I never noticed your dimples before and how deep they are.”
“I got them from my mom,” I say.
“Your eyes too?”
“Yes,” I say. “How did you know?”
“Because despite the stark color that gains someone’s attention from across the room, they’re soft, warm, inviting, the type of eyes I’d expect to see on a mom.”
“Not sure anyone has called my eyes soft or warm.”
“Then they haven’t been looking hard enough,” she says right before taking her first sip of her cocoa. I watch as her lips wrap around the straw and her cheeks hollow out as she sucks. It gives me a brief glimpse into what she might look like sucking my cock. Those bright-green eyes satisfied, her cheeks flush but contoured, those lips passing up and down my shaft. It would be so hot.
“Are we interrupting?” I hear Hornsby ask. I look up to find him gripping a very pregnant Penny.
“Not at all.” I stand. “Penny, would you like to sit down?”
“Would love to,” she says while sitting next to Ollie. She presses her hand to her stomach and says, “I’m Penny. That hunk of meat over there got me pregnant, and I’m ready to not have this baby in my belly anymore.”
Ollie chuckles. “I’m Ollie, and I can’t imagine how you feel at the moment. For what it’s worth, your boobs look amazing.”
Penny claps her hand over her chest and, in a choked-up voice, says, “Thank you, that means so much to me.”
“Could you imagine if I met you for the first time and told you your dick looked nice in your jeans?” Hornsby asks.
Hands in my pockets, I say, “Wouldn’t hurt to hear it every once in a while.”
“Ahhh,” Ollie coos. “Silas, your dick looks fantastic in your jeans.”
Well fuck me, that makes me smile.
Smile and blush, because she didn’t just tell me my dick looked good. She also let her eyes fall to my crotch and paused for a moment and stared.
I rock on my heels and say, “Thanks, babe.”
“Oh my God, I love them already,” Penny says, clapping her hands, and I kind of feel bad at this moment, my friends meeting Ollie and thinking we’re a real couple. I can see the girls becoming attached. And when this is over, whenever that is, what the hell am I going to say to them? “So how did you two meet?”
Ah, fucking hell . . .
“Well, we were both in the doctor’s office,” Ollie starts, a conspiratorial look in her eyes.
Here we go.
ChapterNine
OLLIE
“You okay?” I ask as we travel through the arena and up to the clubhouse.
“Yeah,” Silas answers, a slight hobble in his step.
“Are you sure? It feels like you’re limping.”
“Just really fucking sore and exhausted.”
