Good Boy (WAGs #1)(60)

Blake


Holy shitballs.

That wasn’t sex.

That was…something else entirely.

My chest is heaving as if I’ve just finished a four-minute shift on the ice. During a power play.

I collapse on top of Jess, the aftershocks of release still surging through my blood, tingling in my balls. Then I realize I’m crushing her, and I roll us both over so her soft, curvy body is sprawled over me like an electric blanket.

“I can’t remember my name,” I mumble.

Her dry voice tickles my neck. “Really? Because I think I just shouted it, oh, about a hundred times?”

Hells yeah, she did. Why do you think I came so hard? Hearing my name on those sexy lips was like the aphrodisiac of all aphrodisiacs. Fuck oysters. From now on, whenever I need to feel horny, I’m just calling Jess Canning and asking her what my name is.

We lie there for several minutes, catching our breath. Finally—regretfully—Jess disengages her lady bits from my man bits. She takes pity on me and removes the condom, then ducks into the bathroom. When she returns, she hesitates at the foot of the bed.

I pat the mattress. “Get back here, baby. We’re cuddling.”

She bites her lip.

“I mean it, J-Babe. If I don’t get my cuddling time in, I’ll be a mess at practice tomorrow.”

“I guess I could use a cuddle,” she admits.

She climbs back onto the bed and curls up beside me. I instantly sling one arm around her and tug her closer.

I wonder if she’s thinking about her money issues again. That bums me out. Someone as smart and awesome as Jess shouldn’t have to worry about anything. She deserves to have everything handed to her on a silver platter. Because she’s a queen. I guess that makes me her king? Yeah, I like the sound of that. King Blake.

“Can you buy a country?” I muse.

She sighs against my pecs. “Do I even want to ask you to explain that?”

“Like a small country. Can you buy one? And then turn it into a monarchy so you can be king and queen?” I absently run my hand up and down her spine. She’s so damn tiny in my arms. “I think you and I should be royalty.”

“Of course you do.” There’s a note of affection in her voice.

Silence washes over us. It’s nice. A relaxing, peaceful interlude as my lady and I lounge in bed after the best sex ever known to man.

“Jessie?”

“Hmmm?”

“I’m glad we’re dating now.” Cue her arguments in 3…2…1…

“We’re…not dating.”

I grin at the ceiling. “Sure we are. We did it on my bed.” I shrug. “That means we’re dating.”

“That’s not how it works!” she protests, raking a hand through her golden hair. “You don’t date people. Everyone says so. I mean, you’re just going there now because we had spectacular sex and you want more of it. It’s just the dopamine talking. I read up on this for my pharmacology exam.”

I snort. “You’re saying I’m driving under the influence of orgasms?”

“Exactly. You’re heading out on a road trip tomorrow…”

Moving quickly, I roll up on an elbow and look down at her. “You know my game schedule? Why would you look if we weren’t dating?”

She gives me a shove so I’ll lie down again. Which I do. She puts her head on my shoulder and it feels so nice. “I know your schedule because it’s Wes’s schedule, and Jamie and I have a date to make lasagna and watch the game on TV.”

Oh.

Duh.

“That’s nice that you can hang out with your brother. You two get along pretty well.”

“We do…except when we don’t. And I miss my family a lot. I didn’t go home for this vacation week because the airfare is expensive. But I’m used to seeing them every Sunday for a big meal. It’s nice.”

Aw, my girl misses her family. “Now that we’re dating, come with me to dinner at my folks’ house on the weekend.”

She laughs. “Blake, seriously? You’re heading out on a week-long road trip, where I’ll bet you’d rather be single.”

“Nope. I’m going to text you every night. You’ll see.”

“We’re not dating,” she says. Except she’s cuddling me with her entire naked body and stroking my chest lovingly with one hand.

“Want to eat ice cream in bed?” I ask.

“Yeah,” she sighs, the arch of her foot stroking mine.

Silly Jessie. We are dating. She just doesn’t know it yet.





25 I’ll Be in My Bunk





Jess


After all the stress I’ve been under, it’s weird to have a week off. I’m so fried that I spend the first day watching videos on my laptop of cats riding Roombas. After a few hours in this vegetative state, I realize my dorm room is awfully lonely. I even miss Violet, who has gone back to wherever perfect nursing students come from.

That night I bask in the luxury of eating a falafel alone in my room. Violet isn’t here to yell at me, so that’s something.

At ten o’clock I receive a text from Blake. Hi, girlfriend! I just wanted you to know I’m turning in for the evening. Alone. Because we’re dating.