“I’m having a bath and then changing into sweats. Have you got any Epsom salts? I’m going to need all the help I can get after that class. I’m amazed I can even walk,” Jupiter announced as we got out of the car and headed into the house.
He’d joined in my Thanksgiving class, a class that had been full, with a wait list for the wait list - because New Yorkers didn’t stop for holidays - and he’d spent the entire ride there scoffing in disbelief that anyone would seriously get up to exercise on Thanksgiving, and the ride back whining about his hamstrings.
Grumpy ass.
Although I think his mood had more to do with the fact that as soon as we got there, he’d been swarmed for autographs and selfies when he’d wanted to stay under the radar. But with his sleeves of tattoos and his closely shaved head, he was a very recognizable magnet for women. I didn’t understand it myself. I thought he looked like a douche, especially when he’d started tattooing his neck.
“Wow, Jupe, do you complain this much to the Dodgers trainers? Do they not get you to work hard? Maybe that’s why you’ve still got a fat ass.” I dropped my bag at the door and followed him up the stairs.
“You know I didn’t actually want to go, right? I’m on my season break. It was at nine a.m. on Thanksgiving. We got up at seven when normal people were still asleep. And we both know I do not have a fat ass; it’s pure muscle, baby.”
“What sort of sister would I be if I let you stay in bed after the amount of popcorn you put away last night?”
“And will put away again very soon. Anyway, salts? Where are they?”
“Go and run your bath, I’ll get them.”
I walked into my bathroom and picked up the Kilner jar of salts which sat on a little table by the tub, then decided against it and put it back down. Instead, I opened one of the bathroom cupboards and removed a giant bag of salts, because this way he couldn’t complain I hadn’t given him enough. I carried it through to his room and handed it to him, his bath already half full.
“Here you are, go nuts.”
“Thanks. I’ll see you in a bit.” He opened the bag and tipped it into the water.
“Sure, shout if you need anything else.”
I walked out, running downstairs quickly to grab my phone before heading back to my bedroom for a long shower, knowingJupe would take ages. I dialed Drew’s number and he picked up immediately, his face filling the screen. It looked like he was in his hotel room.
“Hi, baby, you’re a sight for sore eyes. How was class?”
“It was good. I made it super hard, mainly because I knew how much Jupiter would hate it,” I grinned.
Drew threw his head back, laughing. “Good girl. I would have paid a lot of money to see that.”
“Yup. He’s in the bath right now, with the giant bag of salts.” I rolled my eyes. “Anyway, how are you? Everyone feeling good about the win?”
The Rangers had won against the Stars last night, which gave them a much needed confidence boost after the last week, especially to Dante and Carter who were still a bit green at being part of the starting line-up. But it had also helped Drew as he sat watching from the box, away from the team.
“Yes, everyone seemed pretty happy this morning.”
I walked through to the bathroom and sat back on the chaise lounge, which ran along the wall near the bath. “And how are you, baby? Are you feeling okay?”
He shrugged. “Yeah. It’s weird traveling without Felix though, and I miss you.”
“I miss you, too. I’m sure it’s weird. How are Jasper and Cooper feeling?” I took my hair out of my tie and ran my fingers through it.
“The same. It’s like something’s off a bit, and we need to shake it or it’ll get in our heads and we’ll tank.”
“I understand that. You’ll find the focus, baby. Don’t worry.”
“I know. Hopefully last night helped.” His eyes turned devilish and a smirk appeared. “The only good thing is that I have the room to myself, which means tonight, you’re mine. And you’re going to show me exactly what I’m missing.”
A deep throb hit between my legs. Every time he’d traveled we’d had some element of phone sex, usually while Felix was off with a girl, and it was just enough to see us through the long stretches until we were back with each other.
“Can’t wait.”
“Good. I want you ready and dripping wet for me,” he growled. “Let me see your boobs; I need to know they’ve missed me too.”
“Babe, exactly who are you missing more?”
