“Usually, we order pizza and watch the game on TV.”
“Really?” I frowned at him.
He kissed my cheek. “We keep it simple, Blue. Why make more work?”
“But they are our friends.”
“Yes, that’s why it’s easy.”
Gah. I turned in his arms. “And what about your healthy diet?”
“It’s just one evening. Ain’t gonna kill me. I’ll up my run in the morning.”
“Stop.” I raised my hands. “Just hearing that, and I’m already tired.”
His mouth twitched.
“You go get the steaks, Hockey Man, and I’ll start with the salad and side dishes.”
“Must I?” he grumbled. “I thought we could spend an hour or two in bed...”
“Well then, the sooner you get those steaks and get back, the sooner I can ride you.”
“Blue…” he began, then his eyes narrowed.
“What?” I cast him an innocent look, biting back my smile.
“How the hell am I supposed to do anything with a hard-on now?” he growled. “When all I can think of is you rocking on my—”
“Time’s wasting, Mr. Hockey Player.”
He cast me a disgruntled glare before he strode into the house, and I followed. He snatched his truck keys from the counter. “Be naked and ready. I’ll be back in a half hour.”
I didn’t dare laugh as I watched him stalk off to the garage. I trailed him. He stopped and shook his head as if in disbelief…at my suggestion?
I grinned. God, I loved him so damn much.
About to tell him so, he spun, came back, tipped my chin up and kissed me deeply, his tongue swiping mine, licking and sucking.” I moaned and leaned into him when he broke the kiss.
“Now we’ll both suffer.” And he then was gone, rounding the hood of his truck, leaving me stumbling on shaky legs. I blinked, then groaned-laughed. The wretch.
Smirking, he got into his Escalade and slowly backed out, headed along the driveway, the gates sliding open then shutting behind him as he drove off.
Above me, the little furball, Crash, crept along the shelves back from wherever he’d gone for the day, bypassing War’s surfboard.
“Are you coming to hang with me or hunting for a lizard to chase?” I asked.
He ignored me.
Snorting, I strolled back inside since his food and water bowls, set in the corner and out of the way, didn’t need a refill.
I might as well get cracking then. It was early noon, and I wasn’t sure what time everyone would arrive. Probably this evening.
I opened the fridge, deciding to do a crudité platter, and yep, pizza craving aside, my health-obsessed boyfriend had all the greens I needed. A cell rang. Not mine, since it remained silent in my jeans pocket. I pivoted from the fridge, cradling a large celery bunch, two peppers, and a carton of cherry tomatoes to my chest, and dropped them on the counter, then searched for the device. I found it on the other end of the counter.
Darn, War forgot his cell. Again.
And there were three missed calls from Caleb.
Hoping it wasn’t urgent, and War shouldn’t be long anyway, I left the cell on the counter again.
The sound of splintering glass echoed, startling me. What on earth?
“Crash?” I called out. Man, that feline loved messing up the garage. I just hoped he didn’t push anything off the shelves again. I hurried through the mudroom and opened the door. Everything appeared in place in the empty garage. No sign of the cat.
“Crash?” I called out again, searching for him.
A shiver darted down my spine. A swish sounded. I pivoted. Agony exploded in the back of my head, and I flew forward, slamming face-first into the steel shelving on the wall and crumpling to the cement floor as darkness claimed me…
