“Shit,” I hear him swear as I feel his body stiffen in front of me, distracting me from my thoughts, and from his soft hand threading shampoo through my hair. “We forgot a condom.”
With Lucas, those words would have me in a spiral but with Ian I simply say, “It’s fine. I’m on the pill and I’m clean. I was tested after Lucas and I haven’t been with anyone but you.”
Grabbing the shampoo, I reach up to shampoo his hair, making him relax into my touch, “Okay, good. I’ve never been without . . . and I’m clean as well. We get tested every so often with the team and I haven’t been with anyone, other than you, since my last clean bill of health.”
It makes me happy to know that he’s never been so lost in someone to forget to use protection. It eases my jealousy of thinking he was more than your average player before meeting me. The boost of confidence knowing I’m the only one who gets to see him like this, who can make him forget about the basics of sex is almost sinful, it has me doing an internal happy dance. Lost in the post-orgasmic-sexually-empowered-haze, I don’t realize that Ian has finished washing my hair, conditioned it, and washed my body until he turns off the water and wraps a soft, fluffy white towel around me.
“Thank you,” I softly say, blushing and looking down at my lavender painted toes.
“Welcome back down to earth,” he says with a cheeky smile, earning him a soft slap against the abs.Abs that I have yet to lick my way down, I think to myself as my tongue peeks out to lick against my bottom teeth.
“As much as I love that look in your eyes, and as much as I wanna know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours to make you lick your lip like that—we need to get dressed and meet our friends outside.” Like a switch, his words bring me back to reality, making my blush deepen knowing, without a doubt, that without batting an eye, Lacey will comment on how long ourshower took the minute we step outside. Giving my head a small shake, I hear him mumble as he walks out of the bathroom, “Why did I allow them to come with us?”
Chapter 27
I can’t believe I forgot a condom earlier today in the shower. What a rookie move that could have easily landed me in the dog house. I’ve never done that before—forgotten a condom. Not even with Alex, even though I had believed her when she told me she was pregnant. Not only have my parents drilled into me the importance of safe sex as a teenager, especially with them being teen parents, but also as a professional athlete. You rubber up at all times. Yet, the thought didn’t even cross my mind earlier in the shower. What’s even scarier is the fact that I’m not worried. Not that I’m not worried that Hannah is gonna get pregnant; what surprises me is not worrying if she does end up telling me she’s pregnant. The thought of not being afraid is what almost had me freaking out in the shower. And for a split second, a heartbeat, I was disappointed that she’s on the pill. I know I’m not ready to be a father yet, and she’s not ready to be a mother either—she’s made that pretty clear—but the thought of raising a family with her . . . having a little Hannah running around my feet . . . fills me with warmth. A warmth I’ve never felt before; an almost comforting sort of warmth which has me pullingHannah’s sleeping body tighter to me, brushing her hair away from her face.
We’re finally laying in bed after a long day of travel and sex that left me with shaky legs for an embarrassingly long amount of time—damn that woman can bring me to my knees. Figuratively and literally. The thought of how she told me to get me on my knees for her in the shower will forever be able to get me hard instantly. That, followed by some fun in the pool with the rest of the gang, had us getting to bed fairly early since we have plans to hit the beach in the morning. After the beach, we have an afternoon Major League Baseball game before a BBQ and drinks here by the pool in the backyard.
Walking out after our longer-than-necessary shower, I was expecting some ribbing from our friends, especially Lacey—that girl has a mouth on her. What I wasn’t expecting was Levi to hold up his beer at me with a wink and a shake of his head. I was expecting him to not be impressed with the fact that Hannah and I were giving this a shot and not being shy about it, but I was pleasantly surprised to see him okay with it, considering the warning he gave me when Hannah first moved in with him.
Yawning, I look at my phone and see that I’ve been basking in Hannah’s sleeping form for longer than expected; it’s already past midnight. The girls plan to have us leave the house around 9 a.m. to “get the perfect spot on the beach”—whatever that means—but they already have our bags packed and by the door. They have the day planned to the minute.
Leave the house at 9 a.m. Stop for coffee and bagels.
Beach from 9:30 a.m. to 1 p.m. Change at the beach and head to lunch.
Lunch from 2 p.m. to 3 p.m.
Stadium at 3:30 in time for the 4 p.m. start.
It’s safe to say that tomorrow should be an interesting day.
The alarm rings bright and early the next morning, waking me up at 7 a.m., courtesy of Hannah not wanting to be late, like the beach was going to be going anywhere this morning. Her joy is palpable, radiating from her face, at the idea of going to the beach. Her joy was infectious and had me following her with giddy excitement at doing something completely mundane. Maybe it was the fact that she was going to be able to cross quite a few things off her list in the next few days. Deep down, I’m hoping this joyful, happy energy is in part because we get to spend the day together. I can never get enough of her, whether that be just hanging out on the couch reading, or watching sports highlights as she writes, or watching her play with Hagrid. Everytime she comes over she has some sort of new toy for her. I swear the damn thing likes Hannah better than me at this point in their relationship. My favorite thing though, is waking up in the morning with her curled into me. It’s the perfect way to start the day, waking her up by slowly running my hands in her hair. Knowing that no matter what, my day is going to be great because I get to call her mine.
Slowly starting to run my fingers through her hair to wake her up, I’m surprised she’s not already awake. I thought for sure she’d be waiting for the alarm to ring with how excited she was to hit the beach, but no, I get the privilege of seeing her eyes open first thing in the morning.
Softly dropping a kiss to her forehead, I whisper, “Pretty Girl, it’s time to wake up.” Running my fingers down her back, I feelher breathing change as she cuddles deeper into my side, telling me she’s starting to wake up.
“Mmmm,” she moans, stretching, “is it really already seven?”
“It’s seven-thirty actually. You looked so peaceful sleeping that I figured I could let you sleep an extra thirty and we could just cut in on time by showering together.” This earns me a throaty laugh and a soft squeeze of the peck.
“Fine, but no funny business, we don’t have time,” she says in a warning tone, as she untangles herself from my hold, making me laugh. She knows damn well that she’s not getting out of that shower without coming at least once; there’s no way she can be naked in front of me without my hands all over her.
Forty-five minutes later, we’re meeting the others in the kitchen where they’re already working on their first cup of coffee for the day.
“Are we ready to go?” I ask, grabbing an orange juice from the fridge.
“Yeah, we’re waiting for you guys . . .” Lacey starts before JJ gives her a look.
“Yeah,” Levi agrees, “I didn’t know you had such a pair of lungs there HanHan.” He hides his smirk behind his coffee mug, making me choke on my orange juice. Fuck that hurts. Turning towards Hannah, I see her glass of water frozen halfway to her mouth and her face and chest matching the red bikini I know she’s hiding under her pink sundress.
Meeting my eyes, I see complete horror in Hannah’s, as I try to think of anything, absolutely anything, to say to break this awkward silence that Levi has thrown us in, but I know my eyes mirror the horror in Hannah’s. I’ve never been shy about my conquests, or anyone hearing these conquests scream my name, but Hannah’s pleasure is mine and mine only. Nobody should have the privilege to hear the way her breath hitches when I kiss behind her ear, or the way she moans when I flick my tongueagainst her nipple, or the way my name sounds leaving her mouth when I slip two fingers into her slick pussy while sucking on her clit, just like I did in the shower not long ago. All those sounds belong to me.
“At least someone is getting some this weekend,” Lacey says, breaking the silence and turning Levi’s cocky smirk into a look of hurt, then frustration.
He quickly stands up, abandoning his coffee mug on the kitchen island, making his way to the door saying, “Since you guys are ready, how about we make our way to breakfast before all the good spots are taken at the beach?” Not waiting for an answer, he grabs the cooler they apparently packed this morning before making his way outside.
