Cocky Notes - Leesa Bow Page 0,59

surprise is rising on her beautiful face. Surprise and satisfaction are my favourite expressions, especially when I’m riding her to orgasm, over and over.

I make one promise before the door closes.

I’ll see that look of satisfaction on her face again when I’m inside her making love for an entire night.

Chapter Twenty-Two

REEF

From the time I open my eyes, I’m thinking about Macy. I send her a text before I jump in the car to head to training.

Love is a hard word to say,

But loving you gets better by the day.

She never told me those words. Not once. She showed me in other ways. Hell, I love every inch of her. Love the way she screams my name when I fuck her to pleasure and when she’s mad.

Mad.

I think back to those early days and how I could rile her. She’s already frustrated, so I take it one step further. Without poetry in the message.

I told you I loved you.

And you didn’t say it back.

I know you meant it.

So, I forgive you. <3

By the time I arrive at training, she’s sent a reply.

Can’t you take a hint?

I don’t care.

You broke us.

You’re right about one thing.

WE ARE DONE!

So, I reply.

You are wrong there.

We are so NOT done. #lovehateletters

I gave our messages a hashtag.

You hashtagged our notes!

You are so lame.

I chuckle because I don’t care. I’ll keep at it until she talks to me.

See you later this morning x

I’ve never trained better.

I rush to the shower and make it to Lombardi’s before my teammates.

Macy frowns when I enter the restaurant. She rolls her beautiful eyes, and I’m lusting to look into them when she takes my order. I smile when Macy’s close enough, but she keeps her gaze lowered to the iPad.

“The same?”

“Yes, and I’ll have the cake of the day.”

Her gaze flicks up to meet mine in surprise.

“Nothing sweet happening in my life except for a few things in this restaurant.”

Another eye roll without a bite.

Macy returns moments later with my coffee and extra napkins. “No friends? Or have you pushed them away, too?”

I ignore her sass while I read her note on the napkin.

There is no war because I’m not in a battle.

So, forget your stupid hashtag.

I surrendered before your love/hate war of notes began.

You can’t win what you don’t have.

Just stop.

And leave me alone!

The door opens with a clunk behind me and familiar voices sound.

“Unfortunately, not. My friends don’t take the hint that I want to dine alone. Well, not alone. I have you.” When her eyes narrow, I suck in a breath.

Macy leans across the table, and for the first time in weeks, I’m gazing into her mocha eyes with spots of caramel. Her lashes touch her brow.

She’s wearing makeup.

For me?

I smile before I hear her words.

“There is no you and me. What is it going to take for you to stop?”

My friends slide alongside me, and she straightens, tapping her iPad repeatedly.

“Morning, Macy.”

None notice her glare as she switches her expression to work mode.

“Morning, gentlemen. I gather it’s the same order. Are any of you ordering cake like Reef?”

“Cake?” Billy turns to stare at me.

“Spur of the minute decision. Scrap the cake,” I tell Macy.

She holds my gaze a moment longer waiting for me to add to the order. Only I know it’s a win. It didn’t sound like a win moments before, but she is now looking at me. “Just coffee for now.”

Definitely a win because every other time I glance up, I catch her looking my way. After paying the bill to another waitress assuming she is in the kitchen avoiding me, I walk outside and wait by the light post. Macy appears by my table and looks under a couple of items as though expecting a note. Only this time there isn’t one. I gave her some reprieve, but I type out a text on my phone.

What will it take for you to talk to me?

Just once?

The moment I hit send, I glance up to her turning to see me standing in my regular spot. I hold up my phone, hold her gaze a moment longer, before wandering along the street toward my car. Hands in jean pockets, I hum out a tune thinking about how to play by her rules.

I give her space because this weekend is Adele’s party, and although she hasn’t mentioned it, Chance told me she’ll be there.

During the entire plane trip, I think about how I could be flying with Macy. My girl beside me and not another teammate because all