thirty-three
Zane
“What time do you go for a nap?” Victoria asks me as she takes a sip of her coffee. The two of us are sitting outside of my bedroom on the balcony. She’s wearing my big white terry cloth robe with nothing under it. Her legs are draped on mine as I sit in a pair of black boxers.
“What time do I nap?” I ask her, confused about the question. “I don’t know what you mean by that.” I smile. “Is that like a young person thing again?”
She smiles and it just takes my breath away that this woman is mine, all mine. “It’s game day.” I nod my head as I take a sip of my own coffee. My hand rubs up and down her bare leg, pushing her legs off me. “Don’t you nap before the game?”
I chuckle. “If I was on the ice I would, but I’m not, so I don’t nap. But I have to do pregame stuff.”
“Ohh.” She puts her elbow on the back of the outdoor couch and rests her forehead on her hand. “Pregame stuff, is that old guy code?” She makes fun of my joke, and I roll my eyes.
“Smart-ass.” I lean over and kiss her lips. “You’re lucky it’s daylight outside and there are people on the beach, or I’d shove my cock in your mouth for that.”
“Oh no,” she deadpans, “I’m devastated. I literally had your cock in my mouth less than an hour ago.”
It’s my turn to smirk and then grin. “That was a good wake-up.” I wink at her. “Feel free to wake me up like that whenever you want.”
She returns my smirk, which makes me turn to the side, put my coffee cup down, and then grip her and bring her over to me. She yelps, holding her cup high so it doesn’t spill as she straddles me. The front of her robe opens and shows me the side of her nipple. “Hmm,” I hum, pushing the robe to the side. “You know, I could take my cock out and you could ride me, and no one would know.”
“Everyone would know.” She leans over to place her cup right next to mine and then places her hands on my chest. “I can’t keep quiet when you fuck me.”
“That should be like a challenge.” I lean forward and kiss the middle of her chest, right over her beating heart.
“So how do you pregame?” she asks me, and I put my hands on her hips.
“I go over the plays from the last game,” I explain to her, “make notes about where we can tighten up. Then I watch the other team’s last game to see if there is something they do that we can use to our advantage.”
“That sounds like a lot more work than napping,” she jokes, and I wrap my arms around her and pull her to me. She lays her head on my shoulder, and I watch the water in total contentment, just holding her close to me.
After we head inside, I spend the afternoon in my office and she leaves me to it. I can hear her around my house when she sticks her head in. “I think I’m going to head out and go home.”
I lean back in my chair. “Why?”
“You’re working.” She points to me, and I see she’s changed from wearing the robe to her black yoga pants. “And I have to get a change of clothes for tonight.”
“How are you getting to the game?” I ask her, as she walks into my office and leans at the side of my desk.
“Ariella said she’s going to come and pick me up,” she tells me.
“Okay, good, and pack a bag.”
“So needy.” She pushes off from the desk and comes over to hold my cheek in her palm. “Okay, I’ll see you later.” She kisses my lips. “I won’t tell you have a great game since you aren’t actually on the ice”—she smiles—“but help them have a great game.”
I chuckle at her and get up, following her out of my office. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to walk you out,” I tell her as she stops in the kitchen, grabbing her purse and keys, and then walking to the door. I hug her one last time, giving her a kiss before she gets in her car.
I hold up my hand as she drives out of the driveway and walk back inside, heading back to my office. I pick up my phone and call her. “Literally just left.”
“Come back,” I plead softly, “I miss you.” The sound of her bursting out laughing rips right through me. “I’m needy.”
“You’ll survive. I have faith in you. You’re a brave boy. A big brave boy.”
“Yeah, I am.” I smirk.
“I didn’t mean like that,” she groans. “Go do coach things.”
