Kiss and Don't Tell(104)

“Why would it freak me out?”

“Most guys would be freaked out,” she says. “I think you’re a different breed, because we’re moving pretty fast, and I want to make sure you know you have an out. Don’t think you need to—”

I press my fingers to her lips. “I’m going to stop you right there. Stop associating me with other men you’ve known. If I didn’t want you here, I wouldn’t have asked you to come back here. Things are moving fast because I want them to move fast, because I feel strongly about us. Okay?”

She nods as I reach out and tap the side of her head.

“Are you letting that sink in? Because I don’t want to have to keep validating my decisions. I don’t make choices just for the hell of it. Everything I do is for a reason. Understood?”

“Yes . . . Daddy.”

My eyebrows nearly shoot to my hairline as a laugh erupts out of me. “Excuse me?”

She laughs too. “You heard me . . . Daddy.”

Laughing some more, I push her to her back and move her shirt up her body, exposing her breasts. Her legs spread without me having to ask and she sinks against the mattress. “You realize I’m about to own your body, right?”

“That’s what I was hoping for,” she says with a glint in her eyes.

Hell, when she looks at me like that, I’m a goddamn goner.





Taters: From the lack of text messaging, I’m going to assume you made it to Vancouver last night, but instead of letting your friends know you were okay, you “showed” Winnie around the apartment.

Hornsby: They totally fucked.

Posey: What did you have for dinner?

Taters: That’s what you’re concerned about? His dinner?

Posey: [shrug emoji] It was a road trip. Didn’t know if they got something we haven’t tried yet.

Hornsby: I’m guessing he ate something else for dinner last night . . .

Lawes: Yes, we arrived in Vancouver last night. On my way to see Doc now. We had pizza at a dive bar. And yeah . . . I “showed” her around. And that’s all I’ll say on that matter.

Taters: Good.

Hornsby: Not to distract from seeing Doc, but . . . admit it, she’s the best you’ve ever had.

Posey: I could see that for him.

Taters: Why would you assume that?

Hornsby: Did you see the way he looked at her? Dude is fucking sunk when it comes to this girl.

Posey: whispers I think he’s falling in love.

Taters: ^^Are you insane? It’s way too soon for that. Right? Lawes, are you falling in love?

Hornsby: taps watch Waiting for an answer.

Posey: Would love an update on that status of your heart. Does she hold it in her dainty hands?

Holmes: Interested too.

Taters: Not you, Holmes. There’s no fucking way.

Lawes: Easily, hands down, the best I’ve ever had. She makes me come so hard I black out every time Don’t ask me again, I don’t share details. And am I falling in love? Yup. Hard not to with this girl. She’s had it tough, yet she’s so real. Kind. She’s genuine and supportive of me, not just me as a hockey player. She listens. Didn’t know anyone like that existed, really. So, yeah. I’m falling hard. Now I need to figure out how to keep her.

Hornsby: Called it.

Posey: My nipples got hard reading that.

Holmes: Congrats, dude.

Taters: Umm . . . this is serious? You’re really falling for her?

Hornsby: Are you not paying attention? He’s already fallen.

Posey: On their way to the altar.

Taters: Whoa, don’t get ahead of yourself.

Hornsby: Wait, important question. Who’ll be your best man?

Posey: Ooh, great question. ^^^ Inquiring minds want to know.

Holmes: Bet I know who it is.

Taters: Not that I want to get involved in this ridiculous scenario, but . . . who is it?

Hornsby: Holmes, who’s your guess?

Posey: It’s me. Obviously. I’m the most chill with him.

Taters: We were roommates in our early days.

Hornsby: I’ve helped him put on his socks many times in the locker room.

Holmes: Best man = me.

Taters: ^^ HA!

Hornsby: Laughable.

Posey: Not to be a dick but . . . fat chance.

Taters: Lawes, fucking jump in here. An answer would be great.

Lawes: Not that I’m getting married any time soon, but if I had to pick—hands down, no question, it would be Holmes.

Hornsby: BullSHIT!

Taters: What the absolute fuck?

Posey: Malarky!

Holmes: Told you.

Taters: I need an explanation.

Posey: ^^^ Please note the hostility.

Hornsby: ^^^ Don’t listen to him. He’s in the kitchen and I heard his outraged roar from the pool.

Taters: Posey is having a conniption over here. He threw his water bottle at Stephan.

Posey: They’re fucking liars because they know I’m your number two.

Holmes: ^^^ Facts.

Hornsby: Go back to your GD book, Holmes.

Taters: Still waiting on an explanation.

Lawes: Not that I owe anyone an explanation, but Holmes doesn’t give me shit about anything. He goes with the flow, does what he’s told, and doesn’t interject his asinine opinion.

Taters: Umm, am I the only one who remembers that Holmes was the one who dropped the Coach card?