“Practiced over the summer, fell in love…Oh, youhaveto tell us about your break.”
It feels fuckinggoodto have the guys interested in what I did even though I can’t really tell them. One, they would never believe me in the first place, and two, I’m pretty sure Mila would kill me.
“Oh, same ole, same ole…nothing—”
A choir of insults and begging interrupts my lie.
“Bullshit.”
“You’re such a fucking liar.”
“Pleassseeee.”
“Tell us! Tell us! Tell us!”
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to be punished by Mila after all…
“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you.” I pause while the entire team surrounds me like it’s story time in elementary school.
“So after everyone left practice for the summer, I got a call that my condo had caught fire and was completely uninhabitable.”I leave out the part about how my parents were so pissed about the fire that they forbade me from staying at any of their other properties, including the Hamptons, where I typically stay for the offseason.“I was in a hotel for a night, but then a…friend connected me with some family that has a place Upstate. Turns out it was a Mafia compound. I spent the summer training withtheir best soldiers and ended up in a…relationship…with their very kinky lady boss.”
The team sits quietly, side-eyeing each other before Milton speaks up. “So…you spent the summer on mushrooms? Different from your typical high, but I respect it.”
Oh well, I didn’t think they would believe it in the first place. I can figure out something else to get some Mila punishment.
“Whatever, man. At least I didn’t have to spend my break hotter than Satan’s asshole surrounded by screaming kids in a theme park.”
Milton smiles. “It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Hot as hell. But the kids had a blast, and we brought the nanny so the wife and I were able to get some alone time too.”
“Well, since you were so concerned with Jamaica, I’ll have you know I spent most of the time working on cardio. And if I’m lucky, I’ll see the results of all my hard work in nine months or so,” Bubba says with a wink. “Hopefully, I’ll be needing all of your kiddo tips and tricks soon, Milton.”
Kids. The thought of having them one day has crossed my mind, but I’ve never felt particularly compelled either way. I couldn’t be a worse parent than my own. Hell, just hiring a nanny to take care of them 90 percent of the time instead of 100 would be better.
Mila crosses my mind again, as she does so often.I wonder if she wants children.If she did want them, I would absolutely oblige her, but something tells me she’s not dying to be a mother, and I’m fine with that. She always pulls off me just in time, and it wouldn’t be like her to take risks, so she’s probably on birth control.We should probably have that conversation at some point.She’s actually the only woman I’ve ever fucked without a condom. I’ve been so wrapped up in her intensity that my usual no-exceptions policy went out the window immediately.
The thought of screaming kids does the trick. Wow, if that’s what just a thought does, I definitely don’t think I’m leaning toward fatherhood. I can be Teddy and Ellie’s kids’ funcle.If I ended up with Mila, I would be their actual uncle.
The boys drone on about how everyone’s break went, but all I can think about is my own. It was by far the best summer of my life and ten times better than any of their holidays. Mila changed me in such a way that I know I’ll never be the same.
My phone buzzes with a text notification, and I pull it out of my bag to find a message from the goddess herself, as if I summoned her.
Mila:Are you still free this weekend? I was thinking of coming into the city.
I’ve barely read the message when I send back a resounding yes.
This is the first time I can remember not staying to lock up, but I have shit to do today. I need to make sure my condo is up to par for a queen. The decor should be fine. I have good taste. It’s the…other things I need to take care of. I shoot Misha a text requesting a list of sex toys and equipment, then grab my things.
“Alright, Co-captain. Closing up is on you today,” I say, patting Bubba on the shoulder.
It’s all I can do not to skip out of the room whistling love songs, but what can I say? I’m smitten.
“See, I told you he was in love,” Milton yells out as I make my way to the door. “You’d better introduce us soon!”
“Maybe one day. Trust me, you guys aren’t ready for her.”
Chapter 27
If you toldpast Mila that present Mila would be clearing her weekends and traveling even a mile for dick, she would’ve laughed in your face.Or more likely, shot you.My past partners were onmyschedule and came to me in whatever club I was near at the time. They had to fly, whether it was across the country or an ocean, if they wanted the privilege of my presence.
