“Fuck,” I moan. My whole body tightens, tingling with pleasure as I come, my dick jerking in my fist. Cum splatters my abs as Indie watches, her breaths choppy and short, her eyes hooded and intense. “Indie.”
We’re both breathing hard as we come down from our shared high, and I curse the distance between us because all I want to do is pull her against my chest and hold her for the rest of the night.
“Wow,” she whispers.
“Yeah, wow is right.” Chuckling, I grab a handful of tissues from the little table beside me and clean myself off. “You’re fucking incredible.”
“That was okay?”
I hate the insecurity in her voice. “Okay? Sweetheart, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”
“I thought coming in your pants was the hottest thing you’ve ever done?”
“It was. Something tells me we’re going to keep one-upping ourselves.”
I relax a little when her lips curve into an easy smile that erases some of the tension that had tightened her features.“I’m going to clean up. Do you need to go? You’re probably exhausted.”
“I’m not letting you go yet. Go clean up. I’ll be waiting.”
She does, then we spend the next hour and a half talking until her words start to slur and her eyes grow too heavy to keep open.
I wake up the next morning to the soft sounds of her breathing still coming through the phone.
twenty-four
INDIGO
I can’t tellif the butterflies in my stomach are because I finally get to see Sebastian in person again after our very sexy phone calls while he was on the road, or if it’s because I’m about to spend a few hours with his teammates’ wives and girlfriends.
What if they don’t like me?
They all seemed really cool when I met them before, but I won’t have Bash as a buffer this time. And now that we’re kind of dating, it matters if they hate me.
“Girl, relax. It’s going to be fun. You’ll charm the tits off them, and soon I’m going to be fighting a bunch of beautiful women for my bestie’s attention.” Lola bumps her hip against mine as we walk toward the arena. She knows me so well. I didn’t even have to tell her why I was stressing, because she knows how my brain works.
“You’re the charming one. I’m the awkward one.”
“Oh, please. You are not. I mean, sure, if you’re comparing yourself to your parents or something, but they’re literal movie stars with endless media training.” Lola rolls her eyes, and I scanthe crowds around us to make sure no one heard what she said. Luckily, it doesn’t seem like anyone was paying attention.
“Lola,shhh. Can we not talk about my parents in public?”
“Yeah, yeah, sorry. I’m just saying, you are way too critical of yourself.”
Not nearly as critical as the rest of the world, I think. But Lola would kick my ass if I said that out loud. Probably literally. She’s done it before. Delivers a swift kick to the butt, then she runs away, cackling like a weirdo.
“But seriously. Not only are you a beautiful badass who’s smart and funny and kind, but you’re also a secretly famous author. Any of those women would be lucky to call my bestie a friend.”
“Lola.”
She rolls her bright blue eyes again, an impish grin curving her lips. “No one is paying any attention to us. They’re too busy trying not to run into anyone else.”
Mercifully, we have to do the same as we approach the entrance to the arena, so it shuts her up. We show our digital tickets to the people at the door, then follow the directions Sebastian texted, telling us how to find the family box.
When I hesitate at the door, Lola grabs my arm and gives me an uncharacteristically serious look. “No one in there is going to judge you. And if they do, I’ll kick their asses.”
I’m laughing when the door opens and a pretty redhead greets me with a broad smile that makes her eyes crinkle in the corners.
“Indie, Lola, hi! We were just about to get your number from the guys so we could come find you.” Isla, Maddox’s wife, grabs our hands and drags us into the posh-looking box. Lola grins at me in a silentI told you so, which I return as Isla pulls us toward an animated group of women who are all wearing matching black jackets with the names and numbers of their partnersembroidered in metallic gold thread on the back. “Indie and Lola are here.”
