“Toothbrush. Can I steal a sweatshirt?”
“I have a spare. Of both a toothbrush and a sweatshirt. Do you want to sleep with me, or alone?”
“Not alone.”
I showed her the en suite bathroom and found a spare toothbrush for her.
“I’ll be right back with a sweatshirt.”
I returned with a Minutemen sweatshirt—not one of the new ones, but one that I had worn for years. It wasn’t just broken in; I had lived in it. It was my favorite sweatshirt. And in that moment, I wanted her wrapped up in me—in my arms, my clothes, my sheets.
She inhaled the scent when I handed her my shirt.
“I hope this means nothing to you. You’re not getting it back.”
“If I told you it was my favorite?”
“I’d say sorry, but you shouldn’t ever trust a woman with your favorite shirt. And I’d remind you, you own the team. Get another one.”
And then she shut the door in my face. I went to the bathroom in the spare room, changed, and got ready for bed. When I returned, she had started to turn back the covers.
“What side?”
“I don’t really have a side. I kind of starfish in the middle.”
“Of course you would take up the entirety of a California king bed.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“No, it’s not a surprise, though. Everything about you is sobig.So, it doesn’t surprise me that you take up space while you sleep.”
I picked a side and plugged my phone in on the nightstand. She followed my lead and claimed the other side. Once we were both in bed, we lay on our backs and stared up at the ceiling until I broke the ice, rolled onto my side, and pulled her into me.
“Is this okay?”
“Mhmm.”
The mumbled assent was the last I heard from her. Her breath had evened out quickly, and she was sound asleep.
SEVENTEEN
kendra
I wokeup with a giant dick up my ass. Okay, well, not exactly up my ass. But man, it was hard as fucking stone.
I wiggled my ass, earning a groan from Hawk.
“Be still. Fuck, Kendra.”
I laughed, and that only made me want to tease him more. His heavy breaths clearly showed that he struggled for control, and I loved the power that gave me.
“Kendra.” My name came out as a warning.
“Hawk.” Yeah, I taunted him.
“I’m trying to get my dick to calm the fuck down. Please stop teasing me.”
“I’m not teasing; you have permission.”
