“So flashing you while you play is off-limits?”
I kiss her one last time, still not ready to let her go. “I’d say you could flash me if you wouldn’t be showing millions of others your tits that are now half mine.”
“Half?”
“I figure everything is fifty-fifty. My dick is half yours.” I shrug.
“That’s an interesting way of thinking about it,” she says, cocking one eyebrow, palming me still. “Because I think of your dick as mine and only mine.”
“Fair enough, so your tits and pussy are mine then.” I slide my hand inside her robe and cup her wet pussy. “And I need to get out of here before that robe comes off and I fuck you over the back of the couch.”
“No objections here,” she says.
I bring my fist to my mouth and bite down—hard. “You’re gonna make my dick fall off.” I backstep to the door, watching her every move.
“One last thing to remember me by,” she says and unhooks her robe, letting it fall to the floor.
“Tell me we’ll come home after the game tonight and I’ll play the best game ever,” I say.
She pauses then smiles. “Fine, we’ll come home after.”
“Every goal is for you!” I wink and turn around before I don’t have the willpower to leave.
As I climb into my SUV, that old feeling is back in my chest. The lucky one I always used to feel on the way to my games. That was, until my game went to shit. I used to thrive off that feeling and I know I have only one person to thank for its return—Saige Fowler, my girlfriend.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Saige
I fly into Chicago and I shouldn’t be surprised when I find Aiden waiting in my hotel room. Tweetie wanted Tedi in attendance at this game, so we flew in together, but she has her own room. Man, has that relationship transformed from a fuck-it bucket list item to something more, but Tedi still won’t admit it.
“What are you doing here?” I ask with a grin.
Aiden holds out his arms. I leave my suitcase by the door and go over to the king-size bed, crawling up into the shelter of his arms.
“We have to do the honorary tour of the town. Especially now that we’re a couple.”
One of the things I love about Aiden is that he isn’t afraid to say we’re a couple. I’ve still been fighting him tooth and nail about posting a picture of us together on social media, but I’m flattered that he wants to shout it from the rooftops. I’ve seen the backlash too many times to allow him to do it though.
“What did you have in mind?” I ask.
“Since it’s colder than hell out there, how about the planetarium?”
“Perfect. Let me just change from my airplane clothes.”
“I’m sure you need help getting undressed. Allow me.” His hand slides down the front of me and he undoes the button on my jeans, his hand gliding down past the lace top of my panties.
“I’m not even going to argue.” I lean back and kiss his neck.
By the time we’re finished, we both take showers and get dressed to head out, we don’t have a ton of time to explore Chicago.
“Who won the card game on the plane?” I ask.
He laughs. “I did. Told you, it’s like all my luck is back the way it was before.”
Aiden’s been talking like that for a week. He says that ever since we got together, he’s had that old feeling inside him that his lucky streak is back. It worries me, but I’m trying to remain positive. I mean, who would’ve thought me throwing wine at his face would get him to perform so well after he’d hit a real slump? I guess it’s better to be optimistic rather than pessimistic.
He secures his baseball hat low over his eyes and we leave the hotel in a cab headed toward the planetarium. We’re lucky since it’s a weekday and other than some buses from school field trips, there aren’t a bunch of guests here. Aiden pays and we walk in, hand in hand.
“Come on, let’s go somewhere dark.”
“Has anyone ever told you you’re a nympho?” I ask and he laughs.
“That’s not an insult if you were hoping it was.”
“I merely meant that you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”
He removes his hands from me and holds them in the air. “Fine, no more touching for the rest of the day.”
I shake my head at him. “There’s no way you can keep up with that.”
He stops us off to the side and some school kids walk by. “Let’s make a bet.”
“Nothing sexual,” I say.
“So no to anal then?” he says with a dead serious face.
“Oh my god.” I look around to see if anyone heard him, but no one is paying us any attention. “What else you got?”
He thinks for a moment. I can tell the minute the idea hits his brain because he smiles. “A picture on social media.”
My smile falters and I’m pretty sure I’m giving him a death glare. I might be the only girl dating a professional hockey player who doesn’t want everyone to know.
“Fine. I’m only taking this bet because you’re going to lose, Drake.” I poke him in the chest. He’s about to clasp my finger and my eyebrows rise.
“Are you saying no touching at all?”
I sigh. “Hand-holding and a hand on the small of the back. That’s it.”
“I’m good with that.” He links our hands together and walks us toward the planetarium portion of the museum. It’ll be dark in there and he shouldn’t be recognized. I know it will drive him crazy not to be able to touch me in here too. “What do you get if I lose and touch you? I mean, other than the pleasure of my hands on you.”
I laugh and playfully push him. “You listen to me and stay quiet about us for as long as I say.”
“Deal.” He puts out his hand and I’m about to slide my hand in, but he raises it and lifts his hat for a second. “You thought you had me.”
I laugh. “I did not.”
We go into the planetarium. He picks the last row, which will be good for him not to be recognized.
After learning about stars and planets, I’m starved. Honestly, I loved hearing all the interesting facts about our solar system. And Aiden was good, not touching me once, even to hold my hand.
We’re just leaving the planetarium when a kid screams, “Aiden Drake!”
We both turn, and one of the kids from a field trip has his finger pointed right at Aiden. He turns to me and has to decide what to do in a split second. Deny the kid and say he’s wrong, or admit it’s him and be bombarded. Since he has to be at warmups soon, we don’t have a ton of time.
“Sorry,” he says to me and walks over to the kid.
Soon all the kids are circled around, and I watch from the sidelines, far enough away so no one will pay me any attention. But I do pull out my phone and snap a few pictures to put on his Instagram account.
Aiden’s patient, even when a teacher offers him a Sharpie so he can sign everything from brown paper lunch bags to the shirts the kids are wearing. The boys and girls ask him questions as though he’s a visitor in their class.