“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it. It’s obviously way too big for me.”
“Just makes it easier to strip off you later.”
“I thought the point was to keep it on while you fuck me?” he whispers conspiratorially. “You know, all possessive and claiming and shit?”
My teeth scrape over my lower lip before I shrug. “Well, I don’t need you wearing a jersey with my name on it to claim you. Knowing your ass is filled with my cum does the job just fine.”
Logan’s face turns beet red, and he glances around to make sure we’re still alone. Which we are, obviously. Everyone left ages ago, apart from his uncle and possibly the reporters.
“Oh my God, Cam. What if someone hears you say shit like that?” he hisses.
“Then they’ll know I do a damn good job of taking care of my boyfriend,” I state matter-of-factly. “And since we’re on the topic of caretaking, did you happen to eat before the game?”
“Yeah, but I made enough for you too.”
I arch a brow. “Yeah?”
He nods, his cheeks now returned to their normal color. “Pesto chicken, since I know you like it.”
And once again, Logan Reed makes my heart flip flop in my chest. Makes it a little hard to be mad about him ruining my plan to take him out to dinner for a real date tonight.
Oh, well. Guess it’s on to plan B.
After holding open the exit door for him, we head over to where his car is parked in the main lot, still hand in hand. He doesn’t let go once we reach the driver’s side, instead choosing to turn to face me.
“You want me to drive you around to the player lot?” he asks, but I shake my head.
“Nah, that’s okay. I just realized I forgot something inside, so I’ll go through the building.”
Let the record state: I didn’t forget shit. But I need an excuse for why it’s going to take me a bit longer to get home. However, my adorably oblivious Logan takes my reply at face value, simply whispering a soft “okay”in response.
His light-brown eyes look more of a golden amber in the glow of the lights illuminating the parking lot, and I just… Ugh. He’s sogoddamncute looking up at me with those damn eyes and with my jersey hanging off his body. I could just eat him. Not in the cannibalistic way, obviously. More like pinning him against the car and biting the apples of his cheeks while he smiles.
This must be what people mean when they talk about cuteness aggression.
But I rein it in…for the most part.
I still walk him a couple steps backward until he gently collides with the driver door of his car. But instead of nipping at one of those rosy cheeks, I curl my hand around the side of his neck and brush my thumb over it.
“Thanks for coming tonight,” I murmur, smiling gently.
“You already thanked me.”
I hum, bobbing my head back and forth. “Technically, I just said I was glad you came.”
“Well, if you wanna get technical…” He trails off, his lips twitching into a smirk.
It takes me a second to pick up what he’s putting down, replaying my comment, then his, only for a sharp laugh to slip out.
“You know, your mind might be deeper in the gutter than mine is,” I admonish playfully.
All he does is shrug before supplying, “You’re too busy being deep in something else.”
“Oh my God, you little perv.” I chuckle some more, shaking my head. “What the hell am I gonna do with you?”
“I’m sure you could think of a few things.”
“Yeah, I probably could.”
