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"Cover your eyes, Macy," Elias ordered, his excitement coloring his words. I could already picture his bright-green eyes dancing with his happiness. I was quickly learning that he wasn't just a golden retriever, he simply was all in with every emotion.
He did give up his bed for me last night, so I’d humor him.
His anger was just as strong when he found me at the rink, and this morning, his frustration when talking to his parents was just as forceful. I had a feeling if I gave him the chance, I would drown happily under the attention he'd give me.
"No," I sassed but I did as he asked, putting my hands over my eyes while he walked around the couch to be in front of me. I heard the rustling of something as Brock and Tate joined him.
"Okay, brat, open," he said with a snort. "You just have to be a smartass, don't you?"
"Yes," I agreed as I let my hands fall away. He was holding up a jersey with their team name on it. Haven's Crossing Hawks was emblazoned on the team’s blue and silver colors with the fierce hawk mascot behind the name. He flipped it around to show his number. I raised a brow and looked at the other two who did not look happy.
"I won a bet," Elias grinned happily, coming over and plopping it right over my head. I shimmied into the jersey that fit me like a dress. It was an important game tonight and they insisted that having me in the bleachers would make them play better.
"Alright, how long do I have to finish getting ready? I have to change, I bought some tights to wear under my damn jeans because it's cold as hell in there," I said. Brock checked his watch and clicked his tongue as he thought it over, his dark hair falling in front of his eyes.
"Twenty more minutes," he offered.
"Okay," I said, slipping into Elias's room again to get ready. They'd run me home long enough to grab my necessities but wouldn't let me out of their sight for long, and admittedly, I felt safer with them. Thankfully, Dad had taken Mom to a hair appointment so they didn't even know I came by.
I slipped out of the jersey and down to my bra and underwear before digging in the bag. The door swung open and I jumped, my hands covering my stomach as Brock stood there in shock. His eyes were wide and mouth open as if he were about to say something.
Stunned into silence most likely.
I loved my curves and was coming to terms with my extra pounds, but I knew what it looked like to someone else.
Stretch marks, big hips, a few rolls, and a belly.
"Fuck," he cursed. "I'm sorry."
His eyes went up to the ceiling but he didn't leave the room.
He shifted on his feet and I was surprised to see his shorts tenting. His breathing was measured as if he were trying to keep his composure.
"I wanted to ask if you wanted a pair of our socks to keep your feet warm but fuck, you're gorgeous."
I snorted and he let his head fall forward to face me, eyes narrowing as he stalked toward me. My breath caught in my lungs as his hand gently wrapped around my soft hip.
"Didn't we make it clear you didn't get to talk down about yourself, princess?"
Words were impossible as I was lost in his warm, brown eyes. My chest was rising and falling rapidly and he was so close my breasts rubbed against his chest with each breath. My nipples hardened and he groaned again, obviously noticing.
His hand locked around my wrist, squeezing gently before lowering my hand to his jeans, pressing my palm against the hard bulge there. From what I could tell, this man was huge. I licked my lips, fighting off the intensity of the moment.
"You do this to me by just being yourself. Don't hide your body, princess. I want to fuck you, to lick every fucking inch of you. Hips, ass, boobs, soft stomach, cellulite, I fucking love it all. Don't ever question that," he whispered before dropping my hand and rushing out before it could go further than that.
My cheeks flushed and warmth spread from my face, down to my chest, and made its home there. Lust was coursing through me and my pussy throbbed in response.
Sorry, girl.
I'd done my body a disservice by not letting them in but it wasn't just my needy side that needed to be sure, it was my heart, too. When I met him, I never would have thought that Luke could turn out that bad.
"Hurry up, princess!" Tate yelled out and it had me pulling on my clothes and sliding on the long socks Brock had brought in for me. After getting my normal clothes on over that I also tugged back on the jersey, threw my hair into space buns with a blue and gray scrunchie in each, and did streaks of face paint on my face.
I looked in the mirror and laughed. It was utterly ridiculous and for a moment I was struck by my flushed cheeks and genuine happiness that radiated from my expression. I'd missed the happy Macy I was before.
Even with the events that went down last night, I wasn't as affected.
The guys had effectively chased my fears away and smothered me into contentment.
