“I wish I knew someone I could fix him up with.”
She did actually sound genuinely sad for him. “What? The lad does canny well for hook ups, you don’t need to feel sorry for him!”
“But he’s single.”
“Doesn’t mean he’s lonely. If Rhys goes out, he doesn’t go home alone.” This was true. I’d seen him in action a couple of times, and he could take his pick.
She shook her head as we got to our suite, the concierge at our door, holding it open. “But he’s not got someone permanent.”
“I don’t think he’s interested in permanent.” That was enough about Rhys. We were together alone in a room, with no possibility of interruptions, and both of us had nowhere to be in the morning.
Except me buried balls deep inside her.
“I think he is… This room is amazing.”
I looked up and said thank you. A distraction was just what we needed to stop her from musing over Rhys’ supposed loneliness.
The room was amazing. In fact, it was a suite, with a large bedroom including a huge bath that looked out of a full-length window, a wet room that was exactly what I wanted when I did find a house, and a lounge area, complete with a huge television for when we inevitably ended up watching the football highlights later.
There was also a fucking huge bed.
Dee pulled off her jacket and folded it neatly on the chaise, leaving her in a tight tank top that showed off the toned definition in her arms.
“What time is dinner booked for?” She stretched upwards moving her neck from side to side.
“Eight-thirty. Thought we’d want time to use the pool.”
“Or have a bath.” She looked at the tub which I was standing in front of. “No one can see us from here, can they?”
I shook my head. “Not without a telescopic lens and then they’d have to be interested enough to know we were in here. And I think the window will be privacy glass.”
She pulled off her tank top. Her bra underneath was one of my favourites; a simple white lace thing that contrasted with her sports gear. That was one of the things I fucking adored, how she could be this complete ball buster on the pitch and superwoman off it, but she loved wearing the most impractical underwear. I’d started to buy it for her, which Rhys had taken the piss out of, but as much pleasure as I got out of seeing her wear them, she liked wearing them more.
She lost her tracksuit bottoms, bending over to fold them neatly with the rest of her clothes, and deliberately giving me a view of her ass, the white lace doing nothing to subdue my erection. I turned on the bath, not able to take my eyes off Dee for more than a few seconds at a time. She was facing the full-length mirror, tying up her hair, watching me through it, a Mona-Lisa smile there.
I pulled my tracksuit top and T-shirt off in one go, strutting around the bath in just the bottoms. She watched me brazenly, turning round to face me, making it my turn to smile.
“There’s champagne in the fridge if you want some?” I threw my track bottoms on the floor, leaving me in just my underwear.
“I was thinking you could maybe wait on me while I had a bath?” Dee walked over to me, stopping on the opposite side of the tub from me. I could see the rosy pink of her nipples through her bra. When I looked up at her face, her eyes were fixed on my erection.
I folded my arms, knowing it would make my biceps look bigger. “I don’t think so. I’m going to be in that bathtub with you, serving up something else.”
She blushed slightly, something else that I found fucking adorable. “Maybe I only want champagne.”
I raised my brows. “You can just have champagne then. I’ll sort myself out.”
Her blush was in full force now. “I’ll get the champagne.” Her words were rushed, slightly tongue-tied.
She poured two glasses while I finished off running the bath, adding some of the scented salts that one of the physios had slipped my way earlier, knowing where Dee and I were off to. I climbed in the tub first, slipping off my underwear and baring my arse to anyone in Manchester who had the motivation and a telescopic lens. Dee sipped at her champagne, watching me with shy eyes.
“Are you joining me?” I lay back, the water sluicing over me. It was pretty blissful, especially after the game today.
She nodded. “We’ve never stayed away properly together before.”
“Is this like one of those milestones?” I sat up, making some of the water slosh over the side of the bath. “I didn’t really think of it like that.”
“Kind of.” She laughed, her eyes crinkling, her shoulder relaxing. ‘I feel really self-conscious.”
