Mallory: How are thing with VSG?
Emerson: Good, dreamy, perfect
Mallory: How’s the sex?
Emerson: World rocking
Mallory: That’s what I like to hear. Are you excited for your first live game?
Emerson: Haha. Yes, I am. Nervous excited.
Mallory: I gotta say, Em, I tried to watch a game and had zero fucking clue what was going on. I practically went crosseyed trying to find the puck
Sounds about right.
I laughed and flopped back on the bed, throwing my phone to the side, wanting to concentrate on my current view rather than my phone. I was heading over to meet Freddie and Wolfie in a few hours, but for the moment, I was content in watching Drew get ready to head out, fascinated by his routine.
We’d woken up early, and when I was normally the one leaving, he shot up - and instead of having sex with me, started rushing around. So naturally I’d tried to have sex with him, only to get rejected, because, as he said,gotta keep the boys in check before the game.
Whatever the fuck that meant.
I’d tried getting in the shower with him but found myself banned, so instead, I went downstairs and made him coffee, like a good girlfriend, and he’d taken it with him to practice.
While he was gone I’d used his gym, which was easily four times the size of my apartment.
I’d never been in there alone, every other time had been with Drew, where I always tried to contain my excitement at how seriously impressive it was, even for a professional athlete. Filled with top of the range equipment, it was sectioned up into areas for working each muscle group, plus a space for plyometrics and stretching. He also had a massage room and sauna.
It was exactly how I’d imagined my dream gym to look if the day ever came when I opened my own.
He’d got back at lunchtime for a two-hour nap which he insisted on taking with me, fully clothed, moving me into the little spoon and snuggling me tightly. And even though I hadn’tfelt remotely tired, his soft breathing had lulled me into such a state of relaxation that I’d fallen into my own deep sleep, content and deliriously happy.
And now here I was, still in bed, watching him in his dressing room, tying his tie in the mirror.
I didn’t think it was possible for him to look more beautiful, but in an impeccably fitted custom suit, he was another level. His pants hung perfectly off his hips, accentuating his incredible ass, and the way the shirt hugged his muscles was almost obscene. Memories of the night I’d met him in Vegas, when he’d been dressed in a similar fashion, came hurtling back into focus.
It was no wonder I’d never been able to get over him. I’d fallen under his spell then, and I was under it now.
I was practically drooling.
He snapped me out of my daydream, looking at me in the reflection.
“Luck, don’t look at me like that. I told you, no sex before the game. But I promise you, when we get home later, I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t ever question my no sex rule again.”
He went back to getting dressed, so nonchalant, like he hadn’t just made my panties flood in anticipation because my vagina would never get enough of him.
When the show was over, he walked toward me and tipped my chin up. “Now come downstairs, please, and give me a kiss goodbye.”
He pulled me to standing and walked us out of his bedroom and down the stairs to the front door where his hockey bag was on the floor. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pressed his lips to mine, more chastely than he’d ever done before. Instead of granting me access to his mouth, his lips traveled along the edge of my jaw, taking a deep inhale at the pulse point below my ear. It was a stark reminder to my body that we hadn’t had sex today, subconsciously pushing itself further into him.
“Emerson,” he growled in a warning tone against my neck, causing the goosebumps already pebbling my skin increased tenfold.
He stepped back.
“Sweetheart, I have to go. Don’t forget, Ralph will be here to collect you in two hours to take you to Freddie’s and bring you all to the Garden. I’ve sent his number to you so you have it, but call me if there are any problems.” He picked up an envelope from the console table, tipping out the contents. “Here are your passes. You need to keep them with you at all times; they’ll get you everywhere you need to be. Okay?”
I opened the door for him. “I’m good. I’ll be fine; I’ll be with Wolfie and Freddie too. I’ll see you in a few hours.”
“Yes, good. Okay.” He visibly relaxed, his hands moving to the back of my head. “I’m so fucking excited to see you in my jersey.”
