The Locker Room(99)

“You want to show me something?”

“Yeah, they hung a picture of me. It’s hot, and I want you to get all kinds of turned on.”

“There’s something seriously wrong with you.”

Not caring that she thinks I’m weird, I tug her hand and lead her away from the event center space and down into the narrow hallways of the stadium, straight to the locker room. Thanks to Coach, I have a workable key, but he told me to keep it in my pants. I just laughed him off.

When I open the door, I go to pull Emory in, but she plants her feet.

“You have got to be kidding me. Are you really taking me into the locker room?”

“Come on, babe, just go with it.”

“I’m not having sex with you in here.” I tug her into the space, ignoring her statement.

“How else am I supposed to guarantee you’ll be mine for life?” I say as I pull her into my chest, right in the middle of the room where I hold some great memories.

She gives me a side-eye and then points to her protruding stomach. “I’m pretty sure here’s your answer. Plus”—she looks around—“I thought you didn’t believe in all that locker room crap.”

“I don’t, but at this point, I’ll do anything it takes to make sure you never walk out of my life again.”

“Never going to happen.” She rubs her thumb across my cheek. “You’re stuck with me, Gentry.”

“In that case.” I reach to my back pocket and pull out a piece of paper, handing it to her.

Brows knitted together, she takes it and glances down. “Why are you giving me a campus map?”

“Open it up.” I nod.

Skeptical, she opens it, revealing what I wrote inside. Her gasp carries through the room as she looks up at me, but she has to look down, because I’m bent on one knee, holding a ring box to her. On the inside of the map, I wrote, “Spend your life with me.”

“Oh my God,” she whispers.

“Em, from the moment that map hit me—yes, I stole it from you—I knew you were something special. I also think I knew it when I passed out with your tit in my hand, because honestly, I never forget a good pair of tits. And, baby, you have the best tits around.” She rolls her eyes but tears fall as well. “You are everything I need in my life and more. You’re the mother of my child, the love of my life, and my best fucking friend. Please make me the happiest man on this planet and be my wife.”

She nods, words unable to fall past the tears.

I scoop her into my arms and twirl her around, elated . . . no, fucking overjoyed that this girl will forever be mine.

I place the ring on her finger and we both marvel at it. She tells me it’s too much, I tell her I wish it was bigger. She kisses me all over my face. I let her.

When she pulls away, I wiggle my eyebrows and nod toward the showers. “Want to get naked?”

“We are not doing it in here.”

I think about it for a second. “Then bend over and let me finger you. We have to do something, babe. We need to seal the deal.”

“Holt has gotten to your head.”

“It worked for him.”

She sighs heavily and looks to the side. “Fine, one fingering and we’re done.”

I laugh. “Come on, babe, you know I always use at least two.”



THE END