The Broody Brit for Christmas (Holiday Springs #1) - M.J. Fields Page 0,50
smiles and nods. “This song, yes.” When she sits back, she does not release my hand.
The chorus begins.
‘If it’s meant to be, it’ll be, it’ll be, baby, just you and me. If it’s meant to be, it’ll be, it’ll be, baby, just you and me. So won’t you ride with me, ride with me, see where this thing goes…’
I look over at her and wink; she smiles and leans over, resting her head on my shoulder.
When the chorus starts again, it’s so simple and catchy, I find myself singing along, and Nikki joins me.
When the song changes and the Black-Eyed Peas, “I Gotta Feeling” comes on, both of us laugh and, fuck, it feels good, but what feels better is her little finger on my chin, turning my face slightly, and her lips on mine.
“Not that I’m complaining, but what brought that on?”
“Pretty sure I owe you.”
“For?”
“Being a head trip.”
Walking onto the field toward my team and holding Nikki’s hand, she looks around, and her eyes stall on something.
“Jenny here already?”
“No,” she says, tight-lipped. “But more than half the single women from Holiday Springs are here.”
I stop and turn around, grab her face and kiss her, and when I pull back, I rest my forehead against hers as she fights eye connection and a smile.
“Now they know.”
“Won’t stop them from being bitchy.”
“You know what intimidates women like them?” I tilt my head and kiss the exposed flesh of her neck. God, she smells amazing.
“Um...”
I move my lips, kissing her cheek. “Confidence.” I plant another kiss on her lips. When I pull back, she's smiling.
“Do me a favor?”
“Tell me.”
“Own what this is,” I gesture between us, “and give it a name, will you?” She nods, her cheeks turning pink the way I love.
“Now, wish me luck.”
She smiles. “Better win.”
“What do I get for a high score?”
“What?” She laughs.
“When I kick their arse, come on, Red, give me some incentive.”
“I’ll ride you.”
“I said incentive, not a hard-on while I’m on the field with a bunch of guys. But, Nikki, I sure do like the way you think.”
“Then kick ass, so I can show you everything I’ve been not only thinking, but literally dreaming about since the day I laid eyes on the hottest man I’ve ever seen.”
“I’m right here, baby. I’m not going anywhere, and I’m gonna make damn sure you aren't either.”
She walks away, practically strutting. Looking over her shoulder at me as she crosses the field, it’s impossible to think of anything going on besides my thickening cock.
“You talking to yourself, Raff?” Beckett appears from nowhere, crossing his arms over his chest and glancing at my woman appreciatively.
“Shut your eyes, man.”
He chuckles. “I’m in deep with someone, sure, but I’m not dead. Any man with a pulse would appreciate Nikki.”
I glare at him.
“Let’s get this done.” He taps my back.
I look around. “If you’re going to make this into a competition, I’m up two.”
“How do you figure?” He laughs.
“Mine stayed all night with me and is still here today.”
“We’ll see who makes it to the finish line first.” He challenges, holding back a smile.
“I’d rather see who’s still together in five years.”
He holds out his hand. “Deal.”
I clasp my hand around his and shake it. “Game on.”
Rule Number Sixteen
On Weekends they Wear Pink
Nikki
I am higher on Raff than maybe I have ever been. Still, I feel uneasy about facing the slew of mean moms without Jenny by my side. Hopefully, she’ll come quickly.
Walking around to get to the silver stands, I see Nellie’s little red Mercedes pull into the parking lot behind the field. What is she doing here?
She gets out of the car as I walk past her to the entrance. She snaps her gum and rolls her eyes.
Minutes ago, I left her, and now she clearly wants to bring the fight public. I quicken my steps, hoping to get past her without a scene. Confrontation, particularly in public, isn’t exactly something I like.
Behind me, she calls out, “And there she goes, running again.”
I want to keep walking to get away from her and the scene she’s determined to cause. Obviously, I did not give her what she wanted back at the house. I stop and turn to face her.
I pull my purse closer to my body, like a shield. “I’m not running. I’m simply not going to fight with you because again, Nellie, we’re family.”
“Family?” she huffs, a look of disgust on her face.
I’ve had enough of this. It needs to end—now. “This is gonna hurt like hell