Rolling her eyes, she pushes me off of her. She sits on the edge of the bed and throws her hair up into a pony tail, giving me the perfect view of her long, toned back as her shirt rides up.
I crawl over to her, placing soft kisses on her neck. Her skin is warm, almost hot to the touch, and after goose bumps erupt all over her skin… I realize that she wants me just as much as I want her. She just needs time.
“Let me take you on a proper date tonight, I want to do this right, and that means wining and dining you.”
She bites her lip to hold back a smile, “don’t think I’m going to drop my panties for you just because you spend a little money on me St. James.”
“You’ll do that all on your own, I have faith in my seduction abilities.”
Her giggles are like heaven to my ears, and even though my ego it taking a blow because she doesn’t believe I can seduce her, I don’t really care. She’s spent so much time hurting, to finally see her happy and carefree is a relief.
She ruffles my hair like I’m some cute little child, and stands up, “good luck with that St. James, you have a lot of making up to do before we get there.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Don’t call you what?” She asks.
“St. James.”
“Scared of a little teasing now that we’ve admitted our feelings? I don’t think our little games should stop just because we’re together…” she gives me those fuck me eyes, “do you?”
“Fuck no.”
* * *
Blair laughs as we battle it out on the couch, he’s kicking my ass in the video game we just bought… and I’m slowly losing my mind. I’ve always been better than him at games, even when we were kids, but for some reason he’s suddenly agod.
“Get it together Lukie-poo” he shoves my shoulder, “I might just come for your girl next if it’s this easy.”
My jaw ticks. Even though I know he’s joking, I still have to fight back the urge to sock him in the face. “Not funny” I grind out. Blair may be my best friend, but there are some lines we don’t cross.
Even when we were in high-school, we had a no banging each others ex’s rule. We’ve always respected it, and seeing as we’ve been best friends since child-hood… I’d say it’s working for us.
He brushes me off and continues focusing on the TV, when the door swings shut and Claire walks in, I throw my remote onto the couch and cut my loses.
“Hey” Blair yells from behind me, “we aren’t done yet!”
Claire’s on the phone so she doesn’t notice me until I’m right in front of her face. She smiles softly before re-focusing on the call and her face turns serious. “Yes, I understand. Thank you.”
When she hangs up, I wrap an arm around her shoulder leading her towards the living room. “What was all that about?”
Her hands sake, causing alarm bells to ring in my head. Something’s wrong, but I don’t know what. She takes a seat on the couch and stares at the wall blankly, “my mom is getting the Livler arena in the divorce… she’s signing it over to me.” Her voice is soft, almost a whisper.
Blair and I stare at her…she’s what?
“So that means you’ll be the big boss” Blair states.
Claire nods her head slowly, “technically the rights to the rink also comes with ownership of the team… I’m going to be thebigbig boss.”
I start howling with laughter. “Holy shit, you’re going to be Tony’s boss.”
Claire grins, “I’ve always been the boss of him.”
Her being the owner of the team is probably one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard. I can’t wait for her to boss us around and shit… more than she usually does at least.
Blair gets up off the couch and walks towards the kitchen, Claire notices the bulge in my pants and leans in close, “put it away St. James, there’s plenty of time for that later.”
How the fuck am I supposed to calm myself down when she’s saying nasty things in my ear like that? “Go get ready for our date pretty girl, I have big plans for us.”
