Page 75 of Sweet Oblivion

I can’t believe I do it, but I turn around and lift my phone so Ryker can see the reflection in the mirror.

“Fuck,” he breathes, barely audible, but I catch it.

And that might be even hotter.

“Lane...” My name is a plea. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?”

My pulse spikes, leaving me unsure how to answer.

Do I know what I’m doing to him?

“Maybe,” I answer.

Do I know what he’s doing to me?

Oh yeah.

“Good,” he murmurs. “Because if you didn’t . .” he trails off. The unfinished thought hanging heavy between us.

“Ryker—”

“Don’t, Lane. Don’t start something you’re not ready to finish.” There’s a devilish grin on his handsome face.

“I’m not starting anything,” I answer with a hint of teasing, maybe letting myself have a little fun.

“Yeah,” he groans. “You are.”

Jamie bumps into him as the level of chaos in the locker room intensifies. He grins and waves. “Hey, Delaney.”

“Hey, Jamie. Good game,” I tell him but watch Ryker.

The silence between us so much louder than the celebration surrounding him.

Jamie disappears, and I suck in a breath. “I should go.”

Even if I don’t want to.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “You should. But you should leave that jersey on, Bambi.”

“Why? I ask as butterflies take flight in my belly.

“Because I think it’s time for your first lesson, Lane. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

The FaceTime ends, and the screen goes dark, and I just... stand here. Alone.

Wearing his jersey and his ring,

Wondering, for the first time, if maybe this doesn’t have to be completely fake.

Ryker

Not sure I knew it was possible for your dick to be hard for four fucking hours. But I guess when you lock-in, anything is possible. And seeing Lane in my jersey... yeah, that was a whole new level of locked-in.

The lights are off in the apartment when I let myself in. Delaney and Tori are asleep on the couch, the television illuminating their faces. And damn... she kept the jersey on.

I drop my bag to the table and lock us back up before moving to the couch and watching her sleep. She’s curled up on her side with Tori at her feet. Tiny little bootie shorts I’ve never seen her in before peek out from under my jersey, and my mouth waters at the sight before me.

Without overthinking it, I lean down and gather her in my arms, pressing a quick kiss to her temple as I lift her. “Time for bed,mia moglie.”