CHAPTER 47
WILDER
I never ina million fucking years thought there would be a time when I washappyto be back in New Orleans.
But after spending the last few days on the road for an out-of-state conference, I’m so fucking glad to be home.
Only because that means I finally get to see Maisie.
I’d hardly seen her leading up to the conference because I spent the week practicing with the team, and when I wasn’t, I was in meeting after meeting with the coaching staff.
Needless to say, I’m not even stopping by my own house. I’m going straight to her and making up for the last week I’ve spent missing her.
Preferably with my tongue first, and then we’ll go from there.
Jesus, I even miss how her pussy tastes.
I’m past losing my mind. I’ve already lost it.
Before I pull out of the parking lot of the arena, I shoot her a text.
Me: Just got back to the arena. Hope you’re not busy because I’m already on my way.
A second later, it shows read, and dots move across the screen as she responds.
Sunshine: Sounds like you missed me, Coach. ;)
Me: Fuck yeah, I missed you Sunshine.
Sunshine: I guess I missed you too. A little.
Me: Ah, you want your ass spanked tonight? That what you’re doing here? You can just ask, baby. You know how much I love when you run that mouth.
Sunshine: Unfortunately… No Can we take a raincheck? I’m not feeling very good tonight.
Me: Says the girl who showed up at my house while I had the fucking flu and refused to leave. See you in ten.
Sunshine: Wilder.
Sunshine: I’m… it’s not the flu. It’s you know, that time. and I’m gross, soooo gross. Wearing my fat pants and eating cookie dough out of the package while watching Practical Magic. On the heating pad because I might actually die. I’m pretty miserable and would not be very fun to hang out with tonight.
Sunshine: No
Wilder: So, we don’t have sex. Not the only reason I’m coming over.
Sunshine: Sorry, but I can’t let you witness me in this state.
Wilder: You’re telling me I can’t spend time with you because you’re on your period?
Sunshine: Yes. Exactly.
The muscle in my jaw aches from how tightly I’m clenching my teeth together as I read it.
So, she’s at home hurting, and I’m supposed to just pretend she didn’t just tell me that, go on about my day and not think about her being miserable?
Yeah,no.
Fuck that.
