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“Get your smartass over here,” I snarled as I chucked my phone onto the pillows, lunging for her as she shrieked and fled. One tickle fight and a quickie later, we were cuddled up under the sheets when I called Rhyett but got his voicemail instead. It seemed the odds were not particularly favorable outside of the game today.
TWENTY-SIX
ELORA
While gloriously victorious, that last hit had done a number on poor Pax, and he’d spent his evening laid up or rotating between an ice bath and sauna to ramp up his rebound before playoffs. Only his title as world’s best little brother allowed him to humor me with dinner last night.
Having decided we would tell the family together in Florida, I watched as Broderick’s anxiety ratcheted up by the hour, even as he steered clear of coming over to see Paxton when I did. Something about not being able to lie to him if he wasn’t around. Luckily for us, Paxton had been spluttering on a mouthful of electrolytes and then toweling off under unending congratulations when that damn kiss cam focused on us.
Max had combed through all the footage from the game, and set up some fancy keyword search trigger thing in case our names popped up anywhere new online. I didn’t know how it worked; I just knew he swore it would.
It was stupid on my part, obviously, for us to have been affectionate at all in such a public setting. But fuck me sideways, if I could keep my hands off Broderick for more than a heartbeat. Let alone with adrenaline pumping and victory screaming through my veins.
That Hail Mary had been incredible. And incredible things deserved to be celebrated with my incredible man.
And he was my man, I’d decided, even as his anxiety drove him from bed Sunday night.
“Come on,” I mumbled, wiping the sleep from my eyes and dragging him out of the room. “Get your fine ass in swim trunks. We’re going to the pool.”
“It’s five in the morning, are you insane?”
“It’s five in the morning,” I countered saucily, holding his gaze as I peeled my shirt off, satisfied as his eyes roved over me. “Get with it, professor.”
Which led us here, relaxing in the rumbling bubbles of the hot tub before breakfast. Broderick’s corded arms were spread out to either side of him, braced on the slick gray concrete, his head lolled back as he soaked in the massage of high-powered jets. My legs were straddling his, my arms resting on his shoulders.
“So, after Christmas, what’s next?” He asked. I wasn’t sure if he was scrambling to keep himself thinking of anything but the looming conversation, or if he was actually trying to make plans.
“Going to visit Alice in Emerald Bay. Batch record the next two months of episodes for TrailblazeHer. The book tour starts the middle of January, so it’ll be nice to hang tight with the girls for a few weeks. Slow down after months on the road.”
“Nice. Trade one beach for another.”
“Whenever humanly possible, that is my goal.”
“How are the twins?”
“In SoCal heaven. Kaia already picked up a gig at a local coffee shop, but Leighton is holding out for something more long term.”
“Figures,” he chuckled, but it was halfhearted at best. Needing to get his mind off of things, I glanced around to ensure we were alone, and then slowly drug my body over his groin, smiling coyly when his dick twitched against my entrance through the flimsy layers of fabric. “Fuuuuck,” he said as his hands flew to bracket my bare waist. It shouldn’t have been possible for something as simple as his palms against my bare skin to feel so decadent, but he’d yet to touch me without my body lighting up like a Christmas tree. From simple caresses to lavish licks, the man activated more synapses in my brain than any one person should have a right to.
This cobalt blue swimsuit did absolute wonders for my figure, the top freakishly supportive and high-waisted bottoms beautifully forgiving for days of bloat. Today though—I was feeling myself today. The color emboldened the blue in my eyes, and the last lingering hint of tan in my skin. And this incredible man was running his gorgeous, vascular hands over me, his eyes suddenly focused and locked on mine. Dark with flared pupils, like a predator about to enjoy every ounce of its prey. God, I wanted to be Broderick Allen’s prey for the rest of my life. His to break apart and piece back together again.
I rocked against him, humming when the friction of his rapidly swelling dick hit my clit.
“You feel incredible, Pix.” A truncated chuckle rumbled in his ribs, and I canted my head.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, baby, just thinking.”
“I’m mostly naked grinding on your dick, it’s not great timing for that kind of thinking without sharing with the class, sir.”
He dug his strong fingers into my hips, pulling me forward over the long, hard ridge of his impressive cock. “Just thinking that when I dropped out of the grant competition, I never thought I’d end up here, with you humping me in a hot tub a month later.”
My mouth popped open right as realization sparked in his eyes. “Wait, what do you mean?—?”
His lips came down on mine, one hand slipping beneath the scrappy fabric of my top and finding my nipple, giving it a hot, hard twist that sent heat spilling through my body. But not even expertly wielded lust would clear my mind of what he’d just said.
I peeled our lips apart, and then clamped my hand over his mouth to keep him from distracting me with the promise of body trembling, mind numbing, IQ eliminating ecstasy. “You can’t kiss your way out of that one. Answer me, Brod. What in the fuck did you just say?”
