Alex (Cold Fury Hockey, #1)(97)
“Is that why you accepted my apology so easily?”
“That…and the fact I love you. Like insanely. There was no hesitation on my part, Alex.”
“Garrett told me that I wouldn’t have to grovel.”
Pushing out of Alex’s arms, I practically screech, “Garrett told you about that?”
“Yup,” I say with a grin. “He admitted that he even promised you that he wouldn’t, but I think his exact words were ‘I suck ass at keeping promises.’?”
“That ass-wipe,” I mutter before sinking back down and laying my head on Alex’s chest.
“You should be thanking him, not cursing him, baby. He spurred me into action.”
“You would have come to your senses eventually,” I say with conviction, tracing my fingers through the hair that starts a dark trail just below his belly button.
“Yeah, I would have. But at least this way, it got done a lot sooner.”
“I guess,” I grumble.
“You need to be mad at Glenn too. He was complicit in all of this.”
Snaking my hand down farther, I glide my fingers over Alex’s cock, which starts to swell from the slight touch.
“Let’s not talk about my baby brother while I’m doing this,” I admonish with a laugh.
Alex reaches his hand down, covering my own and forcing my fingers to wrap around his length. When I’m holding him within my grasp, Alex tightens his hold on me, causing me to squeeze him almost roughly.
He groans over the sensation and that spurs me to start a slow pumping motion. I barely get two strokes in on my man, when he’s rolling over on top of me, kicking my legs apart to make room.
With a twist of his hips, he drives into me, and I feel such exquisite pleasure that tears prick at my eyes even as a groan tears out of him.
“I’ll never let you down again,” Alex murmurs near my ear. “I swear it.”
“I love you,” I answer him, but then I’m lost, as he starts to make love to me with a ferociousness that drives all rational thought out of my mind. Instead, I give over to the sensation and let Alex show me with his body all the ways that he loves me in return.
Epilogue
Alex
I had to enlist Minnie’s help…yet again. It didn’t cost me a thing other than hearing Minnie squeal into the phone when I called her last week to discuss my plan. It was her job to make sure that Sutton’s schedule stayed clear for lunch today.
This plan has been two weeks in the making and it’s getting ready to go down in just a little bit. Sutton will have no clue what hit her and I can’t wait to see her face. As I open the door to the crisis center, Minnie pins me with a glorious smile and a wink.
“All set?” I ask her.
“Absolutely,” she says conspiratorially. “Ready for me to buzz her?”
“Let’s get this show on the road,” I tell her with a grin.
Minnie picks up her phone and buzzes Sutton’s office. “Hey, doll…you have a gorgeous hockey player up here to see you.”
Minnie listens to Sutton for a second, and gives me a short nod as she smiles and hangs up. “She’s on her way.”
How is it that I’ve been with Sutton for almost eight months now and yet I still get filled with nervous excitement every time I get ready to see her? Why does she never get old to me, and how can someone own me so completely?
I really don’t want to know the answers to those questions, because in the grand scheme of things, who really gives a f*ck? What matters is that Sutton is mine and I’m getting ready to makes sure that’s a permanent deal.
The door to the back office area opens with a squeak and a groan, and then Sutton steps through. She’s wearing a lightweight blue linen dress that is sleeveless and silver sandals. Her hair is up in a ponytail and she is absolutely stunning. I mean, I saw her in this when she left for work today, but seeing her again…wow! Just wow!
“What are you doing here?” she asks with a welcoming smile. She steps up to me, tilting her face up for the kiss that she knows is coming. I grasp the back of her head lightly and touch my lips to her forehead. No tongue in front of Miss Minnie.
“It’s such a beautiful day outside…thought we’d grab some lunch. Interested?”
“Absolutely,” she says, grinning brilliantly, and we are out the door.
I take her hand in mine and we stroll down South Saunders Street along with all the other downtown workers out to grab something to eat. My nerves are starting to fire up and I hope my hand isn’t sweating.
When we reach Café Lina, the hostess is expecting me, but as planned, she shows not a hint of recognition. Sutton is happily chirping away about talking to Cosmo this morning, and while I’m definitely interested in how he’s doing, my mind is a bit more occupied in making sure everything goes off without a hitch.
We’re shown a table on the outside sidewalk and I make it past the first hurdle, terrified that Sutton will insist on sitting inside. If she had done that…ultimately not a big deal, but it would have made this not as perfect as it could be. I hold out the chair that will have Sutton’s back to the street and, once she’s settled, I take the other chair.
Lunch goes smoothly. I’m able to relax a tiny bit and get my head back in the game where Cosmo is concerned. He’s doing well following this latest stint in rehab and he and Sutton talk frequently. He’s even come over to our house for dinner a few times.