“Of course. You’re Alex fucking Brewer,” he says with a cocky grin. “You’re good at everything you do.”
I smile, feeling a little better. “Yeah. I guess I am.”
I push off from him and grab my coffee as he smacks my ass and I can’t help but jump.
“Later.” I fire a steely gaze at him.
“Counting on it,” he says with a grin as he turns the faucet on. I shake my head as I make my way for the door, grab my keys and head to the Ice Breakers complex.
It’s nearing ten thirty by the time I get home from practice, but I’m not tired in the least.
The kitchen is dark, but I hear the faint sounds of the announcers coming from the living room. When I round the corner, I can’t help but grin. Jordan is sprawled out on the couch in his underwear, eating a pint of ice cream as the light of the TV illuminates every dip and curve of his body. Between renovating the future building for Long Shots Sports Rehab and going to the gym with me a couple times a week, he’s put on more muscle in the last year, but that hasn’t stopped him from going through a couple pints of ice cream a week. Though, it doesn’t matter to me one way or the other. Body built by Bowflex or body built by Ben & Jerry’s, I love his body, period. He’ll always be hot as fuck, nomatter what. But I know he’s been wanting to get back into better shape, and so I support that. We’ll both need to be in the best shape we can be, when the time comes, and this house is full of kids.
Which will be soon enough, all things considered.
“Hey, baby,” I say as I remove my shirt. He turns to look at me, his gaze roving over my chest.
“Hey,” he says, his gaze slow as he watches me, his hand sliding over his cock. He grabs himself through his briefs and I grin. I slowly unlatch my belt, noting the way his eyes flash to my cock, and fuck…
Just seeing him like this, knowing he’s looking at me like this, it has me so fucking hard.
“How was practice?” he asks, his gaze never leaving my hands. I slide my pants off slowly, making a show of grabbing my own cock.
“Great. Couldn’t have asked for a better first day,” I say as I slide my fingers into the sides of my waistband. “Though, I do remember you saying you’d fuck me over this couch when I got home.”
His eyes glisten. “I didn’t say that.”
“I think you did.”
I don’t think twice about straddling his hips, grabbing the pint and spoon from his hands. His covered cock pokes me in the ass as I thrust myself against him and take a large spoonful of ice cream to shove in my mouth.
Cookies & Cream. Of course.
“Give that back,” he says, his gaze narrowing on me.
“Make me,” I say, pulling back.
His hands are on my hips and he’s upending me onto the couch. It happens so fast, I nearly drop the pint of ice cream.
He looms over me, his body heavy against mine as his gaze holds me still. He plucks the pint out of my hand and grins.
“You were saying?” He looks into the pint, realizing I’ve eaten the last scoop. “And now the ice cream is all gone.”
“I’m your fiance. You’re supposed to let me have the last bite. It’s like… in the rules.”
He shakes his head as he leans down to kiss me. “Is that so?”
I nod, kissing him deeply.
“Uh huh.”
“We’ll see who gets the last bite,” he says, trailing his mouth over my neck as he tosses the empty container across the room andbitesme. My cock twitches against him and I yell, “Fuck!”
I feel the wetness forming already. Fuck, that feels good.
He laughs, the sound deep and gravelly and sexy as all hell.
One hand settles on my neck and he squeezes lightly.
