Misadventures of a Rookie (Misadventures #11)(25)

“I love you more than she does.”

I scoffed. “God, Dad, I get it. You’re still a bit insecure. I love you. I do.”

Hanging up on their laughter, I tucked my phone into my pocket, skating to where Bo was entering the players’ box. “Hey.”

She looked over at me, but she didn’t smile. Her hair was down in curls, and she had a little bit of makeup on today. It accented her face perfectly. Her eyes were bright, though it may have been the bright-blue sweatshirt she was wearing that was doing that. Her leggings were, thankfully, tight and hugging that ass in the way I loved. When I saw that she had one regular boot on while her other was in the boot the doctor had given her, I just smiled. She was so fucking adorable.

The best part, though, was that her lips were plump and a red color that had me harder than a stack of pucks.

“God, you’re hot.”

Her cheeks filled with color as she rolled her eyes. “I told you to behave while you’re here.”

“Hey, I see no kids.”

“But my boss could come through at any moment.”

I smiled. “I’ll tell her the same.”

She giggled. “It’s a him.”

I laughed. “I am comfortable with who I am as a man to be able to tell another man he is hot.”

“He’s like sixty.”

“Hey, the older the better.”

She snickered as she placed her bag down. “You’re insane.”

“Some would agree.” Placing my hands on the boards, I swung my legs in and out of the doorway. “Hot date?”

Giving me a look, she shook her head. “No.”

“So why do you look so sexy?”

“I don’t,” she said. She moved her hands through her hair, pulling it up. “I had my internship today.”

“Oh, cool. Over at the compound?”

She nodded.

“So if I feign an injury, I get to have you rub me down?”

She paused from pulling her hair up. “Why do I have a feeling you’ll try that?”

“Because I would,” I laughed.

“Please don’t.” She smiled.

“Why? Couldn’t handle it? Rubbing my naked body and having to stay professional?”

Rolling her eyes, she pushed my chest, but before she could pull her hand back, I snatched it in mine, pulling her close to me. She didn’t have much control and went off balance, right into my arms. While I wished she had grinned up at me, she was glaring. “What are you doing?”

I shrugged. “Anything you want.”

She rolled her eyes, righting herself the best she could as she looked over at me. “Which is nothing.”

I scoffed. “Or everything.”

Shaking her head, she finished pulling her hair up. “Who were you talking to?”

I shot her a playful look. “Jealous? Worried I’m moving on? Don’t worry, Bocephus Jane St. James. Fuck, that’s a mouthful,” I laughed, and though she didn’t laugh with me, I saw her lips twitching. “I got eyes only for you.”

She dramatically rolled her eyes, wrapping her hair into a messy bun. “Of course, until you get your fill of me on Saturday as you keep reminding me, and then off you’ll go, spreading your seed.”

I pressed my hands into my chest. “Hey, my seed goes right into a condom.”

She gave me a dry look. “Wow, I could have gone the rest of my life without hearing that.”

Watching as she hobbled to her bag, of course, I got my fill of her ass as my lips spread wide across my face. I really liked her. More-than-a-fuck like, and while I wasn’t sure what that meant, or even what I was going to do about that, I felt okay with it. “I was talking to my parents.”

She looked over her shoulder at me. Her brows pulled in, and then she nodded. “Oh, that’s nice.”

Placing my hands back on the boards, I started to swing once more. “Yeah, I was asking my mom for pointers on my jumps. I want the girls to get it today.”

Standing up, she crossed her arms and leaned on her good leg. “Trying to be better than me?”

I nodded. “I wanted to make sure I was up to par.”

Her smile fell off, her eyes burning into mine. “I wouldn’t have agreed if I didn’t think you were up to par.”

I shrugged. “Well, maybe I just want to make sure to impress you.”

“Why do you care?”

“Because I do,” I answered. “I think I’ve said before that I don’t want to let you down.”

She didn’t say anything. Her eyes were locked into mine, her breathing started to elevate, her breasts moving with the motion in the most erotic way. I wanted so bad for those tits to be in my mouth again. To taste every single inch of her once more, but that would have to wait.

Until Saturday.

But what I didn’t notice as I was drinking in every single detail of her was that she was moving toward me, her eyes still locked with mine before her hands rested across mine on the boards. She whispered, “You make it very hard for me to hate you.”

Unable to move, my gaze dropped to her plump lips. I whispered back, “That’s my plan.”

“I figured.”

As I watched her eyes, her lips, and her face as she searched my face, my whole body went taut and my cock strained in my shorts. I wanted to close the distance between us and press my mouth to hers, but I had promised to be on my best behavior, so I didn’t move. But boy, did my body want hers.