With my reduced hours at the salon, thanks to the new employees Sienna has sorted to cover my clients, I’ve found myself spending more time than I ever thought I would at an ice rink, watching grown-ass men skate around and hit a bit of rubber with sticks. Watching Everett out there, in his element, doing what he loves most, is one of my favorite things. Every day, I learn more about him, and watching him shed all his worries and focus on hockey is incredible.
I thought he ate a lot before, but since he’s upped his training hours, the amount of food he gets through really is a sight to behold. And when they all get together, well, it’s mind-blowing.
“Dinner will be ready in ten,” Freya calls from the kitchen.
“You good, sweetheart?” Everett whispers, ducking low to kiss my cheek.
“I’d be lying if I said yes,” I say through gritted teeth, making him grin.
“Just what I want to hear. This afternoon is going to be fun.”
After checking that no one is paying attention, I reach out and rub his cock. It instantly jumps to attention, and my lips curl into a smirk.
“Go and play with your friends, Rett, and try not to think about me over here with no panties on.”
I twist away before he can react, my smile growing as I walk toward where the girls are crowded around the kitchen island, looking at something on Parker’s iPad.
“Wait, Bea,” Killer calls. “Don’t you want to come play with us and leave Rett to deal with the wedding stuff?”
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My girl is a fucking tease.
As if taunting me with a torture of my own doing in person isn’t enough, she’s now taken to sending me dirty messages, too.
I never should have worn sweatpants.
Baby Momma: I might have to take matters into my own hands…
My teeth grind as I attempt to discreetly glance at her.
It’s pointless; no sooner have I looked across at the table where she’s sitting with the girls do I find her watching me with a wicked smile.
“When I agreed to this afternoon, I thought I was coming for Freya’s cooking and CoD,” Killer moans beside me as he fills small green organza bags with chocolates.
“Don’t worry, they tricked all of us,” Handsy mutters, fighting with the piece of ribbon he’s attempting to tie with his fat fingers.
“Where the fuck is Monroe? His flight should have gotten in by now. He’d be way better at arts and crafts than us, seeing as he was only in preschool a couple of years ago,” Kodie deadpans.
“Hey, I have it from a reliable source that you’re a boss at arts and crafts.”
The look Kodie directs in Linc’s direction is nothing but a threat of pure pain.
“What? You know as well as I do that Sutton’s word is final.”
“Didn’t you get a planner for this shit?” I ask loudly enough for the ringleader of this little party to hear.
“Pay up,” a little voice says over my shoulder before Sutton’s latest swear jar appears before me.
I swear, the kid is going to have more than all of us put together at this rate.
I stuff a couple of notes into her jar and watch as she skips off, happy with her growing fund.
Rett: Should I tell Parker that I’m making her wedding favors with fingers that still smell like you?
The blush that hits Bea’s cheeks and the way she squirms in her seat make all of this worth it. Almost.
