This time when I stop walking, I guide us to the side until her back is flush against the wall, trapping her between it and my body. With a finger curled under her chin, I tip it up until I have the full focus of her stormy gaze. “Baby,” I coo when she looks away. “You aren’t normal.” Her tiny body stiffens. “You”—I pinch her chin for her attention—“are fucking spectacular.” The softest gasp falls from her lips. “Don’t you ever forget it.”
She sags against me, and I have her off her feet, into my arms, and pinned to the wall before my next breath. There are times our foot-and-a-half height difference can be annoying, but never when we are like this. This is effortless.
Spreading my feet apart, I angle my hips to take the bulk of her weight, freeing my hands to touch. I thread the fingers of one into her colorful hair, running them from the base of her skull down to the ends curling around the undersides of her boobs. It looks different when she wears it straight, but I love it all the same.
Kay’s head lolls against the wall, basking in my ministrations. She’s always been transparent about how my touch affects her. I love how responsive she is, both in and out of bed.
It’s a damn good thing the press weren’t allowed in today because these are the type of shots they’ve been jonesing for since they started running with the football royalty angle freaking Instagram started.
“NOVA!” Coach Knight bellows. “Get your ass in here and shower so the trainers can work on—” His words cut off when he catches sight of Kay in my arms. Guess he left the field before she arrived. I make a mental note that he doesn’t look unhappy to see her with me. Interesting. Looks like my hard-ass coach does have a soft spot for my girl. “Miss Dennings.”
“Coach.” Kay taps my shoulder to put her down, a request I pointedly ignore. Her eyes narrow to slits, and I know I’m going to lose this battle. “You know how I feel about you skipping sessions with the trainers.”
When I shift my attention back to Coach, he is very obviously fighting back a smile at my pint-sized tyrant. “I knew there was a reason I liked this girl.”
That has Kay beaming ear to ear, every one of her white teeth on display. “Go.” She jerks her chin toward the locker room doors. “You really do stink.” She pinches the tip of her nose with a smirk.
“You didn’t seem to mind a minute ago.”
“That’s because I love you.” She arches a brow in question. “Can you say the same about your trainers?”
“Always the smartass.”
“Blame Bette.”
There’s an offended scoff from somewhere nearby followed by a bark of laughter.
“Bullshit,” JT shouts. “You were always like this. The force only got stronger when Bette moved in.”
Kay leans around me to scowl at her best friend, but neither she nor Bette deny the claim. Having learned the details about her mother, I have a better understanding about their closeness. It didn’t matter that Kay was already sixteen at the time; Bette truly is her surrogate mother.
“Go do what you gotta do.” Kay pushes up onto her toes to press a kiss to the underside of my jaw then moves to step around me. “I have enough people with me to keep me entertained until I can see you later.”
Before she can get far, I hook an arm around her middle and pull her in for a deeper, proper kiss, not giving one fuck about our audience. When I finally let her go, I’m satisfied to see she looks slightly dazed.
“Love you, Skit.”
“I know, Caveman.”
“Did you just Han Solo me?” I chuckle.
“Blame JT—he’s the one who mentioned the force.”
“Thanks, Cheer Boy,” I toss out, not taking my eyes off my girl.
“You’re welcome,” he returns, as much a smartass as his best friend.
With one last wink from me and a blown kiss from Kay, I allow myself to be ushered into the locker room, already counting the seconds until I can excuse myself from the team and get back to her.
#Chapter32
UofJ411: Merry Christmas to @CasaNova87 #ChristmasCameEarly #Kaysonova
*picture of Kay and the group checking in at the hotel*
@Suntan_malone: *heart eyes emoji* The queen loves her king #SomeoneWasAGoodBoyThisYear #CasanovaWatch #FootballRoyalty
@The_book_queen: Anyone else wanna know what room she’s going to sleep in? #CuddleBuddy #Kaysonova
#Chapter33
Much to my annoyance, it’s hours before I get to see Kay again. I know I