“Jesus.” She laughed. “If you behave, then yes.”
“God, I love you.” I closed my eyes and relaxed as she drove us away from the hospital and toward her place. “How long do I have to wait to propose?”
“Have more pain pills, Callum. Please.”
“No. I want you to be my wife. I want to tattoo your face on my chest.”
“Okay, you’re ridiculous. How about we focus on you getting stronger and then we talk nuptials, deal?
I winked and took her hand in mine. We’d be engaged this time next year. I guaranteed it.
ONE YEAR LATER…
Ivy
“Do you know what today is?”
I arched a brow at Callum as I stood in our bathroom, taking out the braids in my hair. I’d had a long week with the Chicago team, and while I loved the internship, I was tired. It had started in June and had been four months of working my ass off. There was a full position opening in January, and it was going to be mine.
I wasn’t being cocky. Allpress told me he was saving it for me as long as I continued to bust ass. I didn’t know how not to work hard. It was in my blood, and every day I left the stadium bone-tired but happier than ever. I lived in a townhouse with Callum, and Esme was two blocks down.
It was a dream come true.
“Hmm, the fifteenth of October?” I set my hair ties on the counter. I needed to shower off the sweat before dinner. It was our date night. Once a week, Callum and I tried a new place to eat in the city. We held hands, laughed, talked about our future, and just enjoyed living life the way we’d fantasized as kids.
He found a kick-ass job with a Chicago hockey team, where he could work with players and the community. He also volunteered with a high school football team near us and went to every home Chicago game.
There were days I wondered if he missed football, but he assured me every time that he didn’t. Playing wasn’t his dream. Teamwork, laughter, leadership. Those were what he needed, and he found them with this position. I was also so proud of him for meeting with his dad. They weren’t as close as before, but they talked twice a month on the phone. Curt even came to visit this summer for one night with his toddler. Nolan was the cutest three-year-old ever, and Callum would never walk away from his half-brother. He didn’t have it in him.
“I’m so glad my girl can read a calendar.” He walked toward me, his collared shirt undone and his sleeves rolled up to his forearms. It wasn’t even fair how good he looked like that.
“Smartass.” I pursed my lips and took off my makeup before meeting his eyes again. “We leave for dinner in an hour, right?”
“Yes. Why?” He undid one button, then another. He removed his shirt and tossed it into our basket. Then he reached behind his head to take off his T-shirt. The move was ungodly sexy.
“I need to shave my legs to wear the new dress you bought me.” I took off my polo and bra, tossing them into the basket before undoing my joggers and underwear. Today was hotter than normal for October, and I’d sweated a ton. I started the shower before I felt large hands on my waist.
“Fuck, I love your body.” He kissed down the spine before stopping at my ass. His breath hit my skin, causing goose bumps to explode as I shivered. Sex with Callum only got hotter, better, and more intimate.
We lived together after his injury because, let’s be honest, we couldn’t separate from each other. He paid rent at the footballhouse, but he never quite moved out of my room. He showed me every single day what I meant to him.
He bought us this townhouse as a congrats present when I got my dream internship. He covered all the big bills until the internship turned into a full job. He planned our date nights and made sure to tell me how beautiful I was every day. It made me feel so damn lucky and precious. I never knew life could be like this, thatlovecould be like this.
“You know I can’t resist you when you touch me.” My voice was husky, throaty even.
“That’s the point, baby.” He caressed the sides of my breasts, holding my eyes in the mirror. “Look at you. Your perfect tits and strong-ass legs.”
He pinched one nipple, then the other. I moaned as heat spread between my thighs. “I love this farmer’s tan you have going on too.”
“Stop,” I teased, giggling. I loved how we could be sexy and laugh at the same time. It was uniquely a Callum thing, and it made me love him even more.
“Makes me want to kiss along the tan lines.” He started at my forearm, kissing toward my shoulder then up my neck. “Mmm, yes. I love when you’re sweaty.”
He did. He really loved when I was hot. My sweaty body was like kryptonite to him. “You want to help me shower?”
“I will never say no to that offer.” He grinned and tugged my earlobe between his teeth. “But I’m gonna need you to come on my fingers first.”
“Is that all?” I widened my stance as Callum dipped fingers into my pussy, swirling his thumb over my clit. I sucked in a breath as pleasure zinged head to toe.
