“Do you want me to?” Something flashes behind his eyes before he shakes his head. Shit. I’ve pushed. “I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay. I’m okay.” I nod, letting it go. “That was... incredible.”
The mess in my boxers is starting to get uncomfortable. “I need to shower. Will you help me make a list of things to order for game night tonight?”
“What do you need? I’ll order while you’re in the shower.”
“Snacks. Maybe we can do burgers... I have most of the things I need here. More beer... the craft kind we had the other night. Oh, and stuff to make piña coladas.”
“Piña coladas?”
“My best friend loves them and I’m going to break his heart tonight.” Tonight, I’m going to tell Atlas I won’t be coming back. I need to get up, but lying here with Felix is nice. He’s idly stroking my chest. “That was incredible.”
“I barely touched you.” His face brightens with a smile.
“You did more than enough.” I sit up as he rolls off me, and he comes around the other side of the bed to help me up.
“How’s the pain?”
“Just stiff.”
“Shouldn’t be stiff at all anymore.” I look up and catch his smirk. “Sorry, bad joke.”
I lace my fingers in his and gently tug him down to me. His lips press against mine, and if I don’t get up now, we may spend all day here making out. “I can move a lot better. Thank you.” It’s an improvement from the tightness I felt last night. “I feel much better than yesterday.” So, so much better.
FIFTEEN
Grey
“Oli, stop! I can’t take any more. I have four kids, and this is the third job I’ve lost. I keep landing on five and owing you money. Please let this one go. Give me a fucking break. I have loans out the ass!” Andre slides his chair closer to him. “What do I got to do, huh?” His brows wiggle. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“You owe me twenty grand. Pay me.” Andre throws his cards onto the game board then hands his fiancé twenty grand. “Don’t be mad at me because my wife and our two kids are thriving. I’m a fucking doctor. You should have wrapped it.” I look at the two male pegs in Andre’s yellow car. Somehow, he’s ended up with six kids and has an extra car to hold them all. “Got some omega thing going on over there.”
I’m childless, which is the only way I ever want to play life. Real life and this game. I love my niece, don’t get me wrong, but the anxiety I feel for her safety is debilitating some days. I don’t think my heart could take any more children in my life.
We’re almost done playing. I’m almost at retirement. I glance up now, and Felix is doing the dishes. I offered to let him play but he declined, choosing to watch us instead for a bit, then he prepared some meals for the week.
After that incredible orgasm he gave me, I ordered groceries. I had him pick some things he wanted too. It’s taking him a bit to get comfortable asking me to buy things, but he lives here too. I want him to feel at home.
It’s been so long since I’ve had someone here. It’s nice. Nicer than I expected. But I have to remind myself to slow down. Felix is just getting out of something serious and traumatic. He’s dealing with a lot. I know this. Still, my heart can’t help but plow straight ahead into the things I feel. It’s hard because when I really like someone, I’m eager. Maybe a bit too much.
“Yes! Hello, night school.” Atlas draws a new career card. I don’t really get the point since he’s nearly done as well. “Sweet! Photographer. I’m so getting laid now.”
“Oh yes, because being a hockey player has put you in a real drought.”
“Fuck you, Oli. Women love me.” Atlas pouts. I know I’ve put off telling him, and Oli’s given me his own version ofthe looka few times tonight.
“You guys want another beer?” Felix stands next to me, and I have the urge to pull him closer. There’s this heat that keeps building under my skin. These last few days have really stirred up a storm inside me.
“Please.” I smile up at him.
He takes my empties, and okay, maybe I check out his ass as he walks to the counter. “Grey?”
“Huh?” I look at Andre.
“You okay there, buddy?” Andre sips his drink with a shit-eating grin. Atlas is still nursing his third piña colada. “Looking a little pink there.” He pops the P sound. Jackass. “Too many beers?”
I fight the urge to flip him off, knowing full well Oli would probably break my finger. No one talks shit to Andre and gets away with it. Not even his best friends. Funny, since shit talking is these two idiots’ love language. “Fuck off.” Oli’s eyes narrow on me. “I liked it better when you two hated each other.”
