You Had Me at Hockey (Bears Hockey #2) - Kelly Jamieson Page 0,76
and the whole Internet dragged me for months.
“I get it.”
“Do you want to see it?”
“No.” My answer is firm.
She lifts her head and peers up at me. “I’ve been bummed all weekend because of it.”
“You should have told me.”
“Nah. You have bigger things to worry about when you’re on a road trip.”
“You’re a pretty big thing to me,” I say softly. “I’m here for you whenever.”
Her eyes fill with water. “Oh. Damn. Now you made me cry, jerk.”
I choke out a laugh. “Sorry.”
She wraps her arms around me and squeezes me. “Thank you.”
“Want me to help you get dressed?”
Her laugh is muffled in my sweater. “We’ll never get out of here if you do.”
“Okay, I’ll just watch.” I pat her butt and follow her into her bedroom.
The bed’s not made, so I pull the duvet up and arrange the pillows, then bounce onto the bed and stack my hands behind my head.
She laughs and shakes her head as she pulls off her pajama top.
I sigh happily at the sight of her beautiful bare breasts. I shift on the bed when she bends over to get something out of a drawer and shows off her tight little ass. And I adjust my cock when she pulls on a white lace bralette and matching thong.
“A thong,” I say approvingly.
She casts a smirk my way. “You think this is for you?”
“It better be.”
“Okay, yeah, it is.”
She dresses in jeans and a gray hoodie that says The future is female. She’s probably right about that.
Soon we’re out of her building and on our way to the park, zigzagging through the streets until we get to the entrance on Fifth Avenue.
“There something so magical about this park,” Sara says. “More so in the summer, I think, when the trees are green. The light is different…I don’t know. Maybe I’m crazy.”
“It’s nice,” I say, very unpoetically.
We walk and walk, talking but also having times of silence. We pause at the Carousel to admire the carved horses. We get ice cream and sit on a bench to eat it, then admire the crocuses sprouting up in the still-sparse grass.
“Have you ever done anything illegal?” she asks me.
“Jesus. Why are you asking me that?”
“I’m getting to know you.”
“Of course I have.”
Her eyes grow larger. “Like what?”
“I drank underage.”
“Oh. Well.” She waves a hand. “Everyone does that.”
“You?”
“Yes. What else?”
“I’ve had a few speeding tickets.”
She pouts her lips. “Hmmm. I like driving fast too.”
“We should go for a drive sometime. Now I have my car.”
“Okay. Any other illegal acts?”
“Well. Once my car got towed because I was in a no-parking zone. And my buddy”—I pause because it was Easton—“helped me break into the impound lot and steal it back. Saved me a couple hundred bucks that I didn’t have.”
She’s trying not to smile. “You stole your own car.”
“Yep. The best part was when they sent me a letter a couple months later saying they were going to sell it for parts if I didn’t come get it.”
She giggles. “Okay, what’s something you think should be a law that isn’t?”
I think about that. “Oral sex should always be reciprocated.”
She chokes. “Sex laws!”
“You know there are lots of them. They just aren’t written down.”
“Is this part of my sex education?”
I forgot she isn’t very experienced when it comes to sex. She’s so into it, so eager to try pretty much anything. “Okay, sure. Condoms. When you’re getting a blow job, let her know when you’re coming. Don’t get it in her hair. And never venture to brown town without discussing it first.”
“Oh my God!” She bends over, laughing. “I can’t believe you just said that.” After she collects herself, she says, “But all those rules are for guys.”
“Well…the back-door rule applies to both.”
Her eyes widen. “Oh. Right.” She eyes me with an assessing look in her eyes. “Does that mean you’re into that?”
“There’s not much I’m not into,” I admit.
“Oooh. I think we need some toys.”
“I have toys.”
“You’ve been holding out on me!”
“Just waiting for the right time.”
We grin at each other, and the park fades away, and it’s just us on the bench in a bubble of awareness. I cup her cheek and lean in for a soft kiss. Her lips meet mine and cling. Fuck. This is…irresistible. Captivating. Magical. Uh…my poetic vocabulary is sadly lacking.
With my nose touching hers, I murmur, “Roses are red, violets are blue. How did I get so lucky with you?”