The Dugout(68)
“Oh fuck, Mills. I’m so sorry.”
She smiles lazily at me, her hand still casually stroking me. “Don’t apologize, that was really hot.”
A stupid grin passes over my lips. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, big time.” She releases me and after quickly cleaning us up with tissues, she wraps both arms around my neck. “You’re really sexy. That was really sexy.”
“Because you turn me on so damn much.” I press a kiss against her lips and then settle in next to her, the comfortable silence between us soothing.
It’s not weird with her, it’s not awkward. It feels completely and utterly right, like we’ve been meant to be together this entire time.
Sighing, I press a kiss against her neck and say, “When the pizza gets here, you’re in charge of getting it.”
“No way.” She laughs. “That’s the man’s job.”
“What? When did you become sexist?”
“When I can’t move my legs after you just made me come harder than any other guy.”
I pop up on my elbow to look down at her. “Yeah? More than any other guy?”
She rolls her eyes and brings her hand to my jaw where she cups it. “Yes, Carson. You made me come harder than any other guy . . . with only your fingers.”
“Well, with compliments like that, I’ll get you anything you want. Unless you want me to rub you out with my tongue. I mean . . . up to you.”
She pushes at my chest and turns away, but I capture her beneath me and press my mouth against hers. The entire time she giggles. I can honestly say that no female giggle has ever done anything for me, but Milly? She’s . . . everything. “Same goes here, Milly.”
She looks up at me with her sweet face. “Same goes what, Stone?”
“Never come harder with another girl. Only you, beautiful Milly. Only you.”
At that, she leans up, cups my cheeks, and kisses me gently.
How the fuck did I not know this sort of happiness existed? Something tells me it’s only going to get better.
Chapter Twenty
MILLY
“What the hell are you doing?” Carson’s sleepy voice breaks through the silence of the early morning. “Why are you up right now, and why am I alone in bed?” He lazily pats the mattress. “Come back to your man.”
I glance over my shoulder to see his hair in a crazy mess and his bare torso exposed. We ended up making out a little longer after we ate pizza but left it at that. I almost expected him to want to go all the way, but I can tell he’s holding back. Not because he doesn’t find me attractive—that’s clearly not an issue with the way he reacts when I’m around—but because he’s being respectful and taking things slow, an attribute I’m not used to when it comes to guys. They always want to get the goods and the that’s about it. It’s why I’ve never really tried to have a relationship, but stuck with random one-night stands.
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“Why not?” He rubs the palm of his hand over his forehead and then tosses the covers off him and walks over to me. “Scoot forward.” He helps me move forward on my chair and then sits behind me, pulling me back into his warm chest. He rests his chin on my shoulder and wraps his strong, bulky arms around my mid-section. “What are you looking at?”
My computer screen lights up the room, showing multiple links in an email.
“Apartments.”
“Apartments?” He kisses my shoulder, the light touch sending a wave of goose bumps over my skin. “Why are you looking at apartments?”
“We graduate soon, and I need a place to live. I don’t want to move back home, and Cory sent me these links of apartments he thinks would be ideal for me. They’re ridiculous and completely out of my price range. He says he’s going to cover my rent, but I don’t feel right about that.”
“Why not?”
“Because, I don’t want to look like a mooch, you know? Cory worked hard for his money, and he already spoils me, more than anyone in the family. It just doesn’t seem right.”
“Yeah, but aren’t you the one who helps him every off-season? Who spends hours with him training? I’m sure it’s his way of thanking you.”
“Yeah, I guess so, still. Just seems weird. There are some reasonably priced ones too that I’ll consider. He said at least let him help me get on my feet, you know, until I get settled.”
“He’s a good brother and I really like that he cares about you so much. Do your brothers get jealous?”
“No.” I shake my head. “They have their own success and even though I’m not as close with them, they have each other. They’re Irish twins, only thirteen months apart, so they’ve always been attached at the hip. It’s why Cory and I are so close because we spent more time together.”
“That makes sense.” He leans over and grabs the mouse, clicking on a high-rise that is so insanely expensive I would never consider living there. “Wow.” He chuckles, his chest rumbling against my back. “This is fancy.”
“Yeah, it has a food service and everything. Way too much. I think this was more of a joke than him actually being serious.”