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I followed, not sure if he was mad or not. How could he be? I made it more than clear where I stood with him.
Glancing over his shoulder, he said, “I call dibs on your panty drawer.”
He dashed up the stairs and I sprinted after him, because knowing Dex, he was serious.
15
DEX
* * *
“How’s the whole get-Lindy-to-marry-me-thing going?” Mallory asked, coming in through the wide-open front door. She was one of many who’d been in and out.
I set down the chair I carried in the corner of the living room. I’d flipped the coffee table onto the couch to make room for the relocated furniture which already included the kitchen table and the other three chairs that went with it. This was the last one and then the kitchen would be done.
After a debate, everything in the cabinets stayed in place, but things on the counters were moved out and anything breakable was wrapped in towels and sheets from the linen closet and stored in laundry baskets. I had no idea how two women could have so many linens, but they fucking did.
Mallory plopped down on the arm of the couch and waited for me to respond.
Glancing at the ceiling as if I could see Lindy through it, I put my finger to my lips to shush her. “Jesus, she’s upstairs and could hear you,” I whispered. The last thing I wanted to do was have Lindy learn how obsessed I was from Mallory’s loud mouth. I told her I wanted her. I put it out there more than once. Followed it up with a kiss. I made myself clear, although I didn’t mention marriage.
Mallory rolled her eyes. “Please, you should thank me for moving things along.” Her dark eyes raked over me as if inspecting a Christmas tree in a lot. “From the looks of you, you haven’t gotten very far. Definitely didn’t get lucky.”
I wanted to put my hand over her mouth to shut her up, but instead gently took hold of her wrist and tugged her outside. Since Lindy had worked the night we were in Denver, Mallory and I had gone out to dinner and for drinks. I considered her a friend. Especially since she was the only one who helped pick out the wedding ring that was ready and waiting for Lindy.
She was on Team Dex, but perhaps a little too enthusiastically.
“Hey, don’t worry, she can’t hear you,” she said. “She’s in her room boxing up all her sex toys.”
That stopped me in my tracks, and I tugged her around to face me.
“Say what?”
My dick was instantly hard discovering Lindy had sex toys, and enough to fill a box.
“Sex toys. You know, the things that look like huge, purple magical dicks?” She glanced down at my crotch and I immediately shifted to hide my own. “I’m sure yours is huge, but I doubt it’s purple or vibrates.”
Purple, no. But I’d been sporting some blue balls for over a week and a half.
“She won’t need those toys any longer,” I practically growled. “You just got here. How the hell do you know what she’s up to?”
She shrugged. “Every woman’s got a drawer of toys. Knowing Lindy, she’s not going to leave them anywhere a bunch of tree guys or contractors can find. Besides, she might want them if you’re not going to satisfy her.”
“I’m definitely going to satisfy her,” I confirmed. Just not yet. “She won’t need toys with me.”
She held up a hand. “Okay, caveman. I might be a first-grade teacher, but I know future tense when I hear it. I’m guessing then that you’ve never had a little three-way fun with a woman and her toys before.”
“Do you really want to talk about my sex life?”
“Yes,” she replied immediately. “I definitely want to know about a gorgeous professional hockey player’s sex life.”
Jesus. She was just like every other woman in America–the world–who read those trashy magazines.
“Fine. My sex life? It’s me and my hand until Lindy decides otherwise.”
She frowned and I could have sworn I saw a tear in her eye. “That’s so sad.”
She didn’t have to tell me that.
