“And I want to iron the curtains.”
I chuckle. “I’ll help you.”
“And we need to take the tag off the whisk.”
“We can cut it off together as a symbolic gesture.”
She laughs and then sits up again. I massage her breasts and play with her perfect nipples. “Are we really going to live together?” she asks.
“Baby, we’ve been living together for a while now.”
“As roommates,” she clarifies. “This’ll be different.”
“Yeah, it’ll be so much better,” I say. “Because you’ll be my girlfriend.”
“Exactly. So this is happening?”
“If you’re looking for someone to debate whether you should do it or not, you’re looking at the wrong person. If it were up to me, you would have been living with me as my girlfriend a year ago.” I lean forward and lick the tip of her nipple, which causes her to moan.
When her head falls back and her chest moves forward, I slip my hand under her shorts and between her legs where I find her soaking and ready.
“This game is over,” I announce as I lift her up and carry her over to a lounger. I strip off her shorts, loving that she’s not wearing underwear, and I tear my briefs off. I move between her legs, position my cock at her entrance, and I sink into her deep warmth. “I need to fuck you hard now.”
I grip the sides of the lounger and pump hard until we’re both coming.
Chapter Twenty-Two
BLAKELY
“We could do this when we both get back from California,” I say as Halsey walks, keeping one arm draped over my shoulders while he pushes the cart in front of us.
We’ve already picked out some furniture for my office and the bedroom, as well as bookshelves, a rug for the living room, and a rug for my office so we can make itourplace—still so crazy that I’m saying that—and now we’re at Target, looking through simple home goods. Halsey suggested a higher-end place, which I’d never shop at, but I told him the furniture is where we put real money into. The little things like a candle can be bought at Target.
“Nah, we need to get a head start on your office to make sure it’s as comfortable as you want it to be. You already picked out the wallpaper, so why not the rest?”
“You’re sure you liked the wallpaper I picked out and you’re okay with actually having a wall with wallpaper on it?”
He pauses and turns to me. “Blakely, what makes you think I’m going to change my mind?”
“I don’t know, I just don’t want you thinking I’m taking advantage or anything.”
“The thought would never cross my mind, okay? I want you to be comfortable and I want you to be with me, therefore, we’re putting wallpaper up on the wall, we’ve bought furniture, and now we’re purchasing the trinkets that will make the place more homey.”
And this is why I can’t help but fall for this man, because he cares about me, about us, about going the distance. He’s one of the top paid players in the league, he has all the fame, all the glory, yet, he’s the most down-to-earth man I’ve ever met. You’d never know he was one of the best hockey players currently playing because he doesn’t flaunt it. He doesn’t act like the world revolves around him. He puts me first.
He puts us first.
“Thank you,” I say as I press a kiss to his jaw.
“Anything for you, Blakely,” he says as he moves us toward the kitchen aisles. “Do we need another whisk?”
I chuckle. “No, we haven’t used the one that we have.”
“Can you tell that to Posey please? Because when we were panic shopping before you arrived at the apartment, he insisted I needed the whisk and I told him you wouldn’t use it.”
“I’ll make him a card with a he-told-you-so mention for you.”
“And that’s why you’re my girl,” he says while pressing a kiss to the side of my head.
