“Oof, way to rub it in.”
“You’ll get over it.”
“As soon as the alarm doesn’t go off in the morning.” I winked. “Are you coming over this weekend for the barbeque?”
With Drew having new babies to look after and Molly having a strict schedule to keep to, we’d decided to postpone the retirement drinks to a daytime event, which we were throwing at mine and Molly’s place on Saturday for the whole team and our friends.
“No, we’re playing the Reds this weekend. But have a good one.”
Molly moved away from her dad and put her arm around me, angling up for a kiss which I gladly obliged. “I’m so proud of you.”
“Thank you.” I kissed her again, keeping it clean in front of all the parents. “Come on, Doctor Marks, we need to get home. I have a sex window tonight and you have an early start.”
Her nose scrunched up. “Aren’t you showering?”
“Yes, at home, with you. I’m not wasting my pink window time on locker room showers.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh my God.”
“Hey, we both agreed I’m in charge of the pink windows.”
She shook her head again, dropping her face, but not before I saw a sly smile curl the corner of her lips. Because she loved it, even if she wouldn’t admit it.
Her schedule color chart had worked out very well. We didn’t argue over much except which movies to watch on our nights in, because there were only so many chick flicks I could handle. She’d also synced our calendars in our phones, so they were color coded too. And Inevermissed the pink windows.
“Okay, we need to get the babies to bed,” Emerson announced, although looking at Grey’s wide awake, playful little face, it didn’t seem like he had any intention of sleeping anytime soon. Drew was in for a long night.
“I’m going to grab my bags.” I tapped Molly on the ass and took off for the locker room, quickly changing into sweatpants and returning a couple of minutes later to everyone still hugging goodbye.
Drew flung his arm around me. “See you tomorrow, bud.”
“I’ll be over for pancakes.”
We might be retiring, but we had a lot of work to do. There was an official gala planned at the beginning of the summer to celebrate our retirement, which would also be the first fundraising event for the Foundation. And the next month of ours would be filled by calling up every contact in our lists who would donate, contribute, and raise awareness. I would definitely not be sitting on my formally fat ass.
The car beeped as I pressed the fob and the trunk door opened up. I tossed my bags inside, then joined Molly who was settling into the passenger seat. My hand went straight to her thigh, squeezing it as I started the engine, driving slowly up the ramp and out into the city, the sea of Rangers jerseys still strong around the arena. We drove in silence, past fans waving blue fingers in the air, still high off our win.
Molly lifted my hand and kissed it. “Pretty amazing, huh?”
I took my eyes off the road for a second, rubbing my thumb on her cheek. “Yeah, but it’s time to get home.”
Forty minutes later, I cut the engine and grabbed my bags, taking the hand she was holding out for me, and we walked into the house together. I kept her hand in mine, kicking the door shut with my heel and threw her over my shoulder with a squeal, racing up the stairs to the bathroom, my dick hardening with every step.
“Clothes off.” I put her down, turning on the big showerheads, the glass immediately steaming up from the hot water.
She was naked before I’d managed to blink, and I knew what she was waiting for.
I slowly pulled my hoodie over my head, her nipples turning into little pebbles as she took me in, the trail of her gaze licking over my body like a flame. I’d learned long ago that Molly liked the show, she loved watching me strip, loved seeing me naked, period. And I had no objections, because, fuck me, if that wasn’t the sexiest thing ever.
Her amber eyes flared, moving down my abs as I dropped my pants, kicking them to the side, travelling over every inch of my body until they landed on my dick, standing at full attention and basking in the admiring, hungry look she was giving it.
She reached out to take hold of it, catching the pre-cum dripping off the end with the tip of her finger, moving along my shaft before I stopped her.
“Get in.” I ordered.
She gave me a sly grin and stepped inside, standing underneath the hot water, allowing it to pour over her, and now it was my turn to watch. Droplets ran down her chest, hanging off her tight nipples, running down the delicious curves of her body scattered with goosebumps even in the steam filling the air around us. Her fingers ran through her hair, the curls flatteningout and falling down her back. She was so fucking sexy with wet hair, like a siren, a goddess, and she knew the effect she had on me; she knew that I wouldn’t be able to watch her for long before the desire to touch her became too much.
I might be in charge, but she knew exactly how to push my buttons until she got what she wanted. What I was about to give her. The hundred percent I couldn’t when we first got together. Sometimes we took it slow and sometimes we didn’t, but either way, I made sure she felt every single solid inch of me, every single time, until the next time.
