Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 65354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“Missed you too,” I replied. What she didn’t say in words showed in her expression and those damn mesmerizing eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you.” She grinned and blushed. “Tori told Justin the same thing. I think she’s finally serious about someone.”
“He’s felt it for a while. It’s all over his face when he talks about her.” I smiled at the idea of them finally together.
“Maybe we can all double date.” We both laughed at that, and I moved closer to her. “I’m home for over a week. Let’s make it count.”
“Let’s sleep for a bit. I don’t sleep well without you.” Her eyes fluttered closed, and I kissed her hair. Within a few moments, Elyse was sleeping, and I moved us to my pillow to rest my head. I thought about leaving the bed to secure the house, but I knew the door was locked. What else mattered?
We slept all night, both catching up on what we missed alone. Elyse admitted that she passed out after painting until she couldn’t see straight most nights. It made it hard for us to keep in touch with the difference in hours, and she apologized over breakfast the following morning. I told her we’d make up for it now and grinned as I glanced at my luggage by the door.
“I got something for you.” Her eyes widened, and she set her coffee down. I strode to the bags and unzipped one, pulling it open to look inside. I grinned when I saw the jersey and glanced her way as I pulled it out.
Elyse watched, and her mouth dropped open. “Is that a jersey?”
“Some of the girlfriends like to wear them. I hoped that you’d be one.” I thought back to the time when I didn’t think she’d be there to watch me at games, something that bothered me more than I cared to admit.
“I’d be honored.” Elyse reached out for it and smiled when she read Bellamy on the back and slipped it over the T-shirt she was wearing. It was large and fell to her hips, but that was how they were supposed to look.
I smiled at her in the shirt, and she flushed pink. “You can wear it to games.”
“I don’t think I’ll be the only one wearing your jersey.” Her smile was wry, and I leaned in to kiss her nose.
“No. They’re readily available to fans, but I’ve never given one to a girl before, apart from Mom. She got it framed and it hangs in the family room.” I kissed her lips, and her breath hitched for a moment.
“Oh.” She slid her hands up my chest and kissed me harder, and I slid my hands down to cup her perfect ass. I was already hard at the thought of being inside her, and groaned as she wrapped her legs around me and clung to my neck.
“Fuck me in your jersey,” she moaned against my neck.
Elyse was getting bold as time went on. I agreed readily and carried her to the bed to make her come a few times before taking her on her knees. I preferred us both naked but something was fulfilling about seeing my name on her back as she moaned with every thrust. I came hard just after her and Elyse gripped the headboard before dropping to her side.
We both had to work the following day and took the time to spend together, most of which took place in my bed. We ate but otherwise cuddled there, dozing when we needed rest. I had a week of home games now and we were going to work to see each other when we could. It was different being in something real that I wanted to commit to, but my teammates inspired me.
I took one afternoon after practice to drop into the bookstore to say hi to her. It was heading into fall and everything was decorated along the streets and inside the building. I smiled when I saw it, knowing that Elyse played a significant role. She admitted that she hadn’t been into the holidays for years, but Gloria got her into decorating and there was always an open invitation to spend Thanksgiving and Christmas with them. If Tori or Diana didn’t plan something, Elyse took her up on it.
I looked around when I got inside, inhaling the scent of books. I didn’t see Elyse, but her car was outside, so she was surely here, and I started to wander to the back of the building. I paused when I noticed the asshole from the gallery talking to her as she leaned against the wall, listening intently. I knew that she might have some contact with him, but my blood boiled as I watched him lean closer. The guy knew how to make moves, and Elyse was kind enough to take more than she should.