“I said that I love you.” Drew peers up at me through her lashes, black mascara smudged around one eye.
Totally satiated, I release her leg and fall over her body, one elbow holding me up by the side of her head.
“Say it again,” I whisper, already smiling like I just won the lotto.
She rolls her eyes, and I push a finger inside her pussy.
“I love you, Will.”
Retracting my finger, I swipe it through my cum and reenter her slowly, adding a second for good measure.
“Spread your legs for me.”
She does as I asked, and I continue to fuck her with my hand, licking into her mouth when it falls open.
“I want it all with you,” I say, not needing a response, but her cries of pleasure as she comes apart for me once more.
Briefly pulling out, I take some more of my cum and push it deep inside my girl, praying that we’ll be lucky enough to start a family one day.
“Every goal I score, it’s for you. Every deal I sign, it’s because you showed me the way I want to live my life. The man I want to be from now on. Your man.”
I drop my head into the crook of Drew’s neck, breathing in her scent while she imprints on my heart. “You know they say it’s wise to give the people what they want. How do you think your dad would take it if you showed up to a game, wearing my name?”
She kisses the tip of my nose. “As long as it’s a Rogues jersey, I’m fairly certain he’ll be okay with it.”
40
. . .
Drew
“Did you get the jersey okay?” Will asks as I race down the hallway toward my apartment, phone tucked under my chin while I rummage around in my bag for house keys.
Work has been kicking my ass on repeat lately, but only in the good way. Colton is inundated with inquiries for Will, and I’m growing my client portfolio way faster than any of my colleagues. Especially the lovely Lydia, who has complained to Colton—yet again—requesting that I’m removed from the business due to inappropriate behavior.
With the way she carries on, anyone would think that she owns First Line PR.
“I got the jersey from Dawn on my way out of the office.” I slide the key into my door and wince. “But I’m going to be late to the game. I’m sorry.”
“Is everything okay?”
In the background, I hear a car door slam. Will must’ve just arrived at the rink.
“Everything is fine, I just got held up, working on a speech for Silas. Why is that guy such a freaking mystery? I’m still trying to work on getting his voice right.”
Will huffs out a breath and says hello to someone. “I’d ask him right now if he hadn’t canceled on a ride to the rink at the last minute. He’s been acting strange since the Scorpions game. At first, I thought it was the wrist injury he picked up, but that’s almost fully recovered, so I’ve no clue what’s going on with him.”
Pushing into my apartment, I kick off my heels and smile at how clean and lovely it smells. Vesper is, hands down, the best roommate. All I need is for her to start loving ice cream, and I’m golden.
“Maybe the best thing to do is ask him outright if he needs to talk or if you can help in any way,” I suggest, dropping my laptop bag down on a stool and pulling the refrigerator open. “Sometimes, I think guys should take a leaf out of our book and?—”
I pause when I see the contents.
“Let me guess …” The grin on Will’s face is unmistakable from his voice. “You just opened your refrigerator.”
“How did you know?” I whisper, checking out one of the glass jars labeledButterscotch, Baby. There must be a least a dozen jars in here, each containing whipped cream in different colors and flavors, labeled individually in Will’s handwriting.
I pick up one jar, and my mouth waters when I see fresh raspberry pieces stirred into the cream.
