Page 100 of Waiting for Her

“You shouldn’talwaysknow the right thing to say.”

“You’re gonna give all those damn teenagers walking hard-ons.”

She glares at me. “Gross, Grady!”

“They’ll go home at night and jerk off to visions of you. The school office will suddenly have a waiting list to get into journalism class because the boys will want to stare at you.”

“Stop it!”

But she’s laughing and now, I’m turned on again, imagining her standing in front of a classroom teaching.

The weeks since Kennedy went toSIand told them about my and Bri’s past have been chaotic. Having the press around for the beginning of the season isn’t anything new, but this time, the focus wasn’t on the game but on me and Bri. Originally, the agreement withSports Illuminatedwas for the reporter, Bri, to shadow me and work with the team for a lengthy expose. When Bri was taken off the story, an agreement was made to publish early. The decision was best for everyone involved. It took the heat off our relationship but also showed the professionalism and integrity Bri has as a journalist. There was no question she had always been the right person for the job.

The pride I felt for her as I read the article was unsurmountable. I know leavingSIhas been hard on her, but I won’t lie, having her here with me makes me happy. “I’m proud of you, baby.”

She blushes, so humble. When the article was released, Bri was perfectly happy with giving all the credit to Simon, but I know it made her happy to see her name listed as a contributor. Her voice was throughout the article and reflected her love of not only the school, but me. All of it handled with respect for the program she loves almost as much as I do.

I take her chin between my thumb and forefinger and move it up and down playfully. “Thank you for the compliment, Grady, you’re the best boyfriend I could’ve ever hoped for in the entire world,” I say in a voice pretending to be hers.

She swats me away but rolls her eyes before planting a kiss on my lips.

“I was thinking, you’ll probably need to save money if you’re going back to school.”

She nods.

“Officially moving in here is probably the best way to do that.” I wink. I’m pretty sure it’s a move my dad always uses on my mom, and if I think too much aboutthatI’ll throw up, but I know my girl loves it so for the rest of my life I’m going to pretend I didn’t learn it from him.

She smirks, making a move to stand up with her empty plate. “That might help, if you’re willing to let me stay.”

My arm darts out and I pull her into my lap. “I’m not willing to let you leave,” I tell her, nuzzling my face into her neck.

“Well, to be fair, I’m practically moved in already.”

“Only your stuff that was in the townhouse. You still have the rest of it in Chicago.”

“Yeah, we’ll move it out of there in all your free time,” she jokes.

She’s so cute, thinking I haven’t had this planned and figured out since we got back together. “I’ve got it handled.”

I move her so she’s straddling my lap. Her tiny sleep shorts doing nothing to stop the heat I feel between her legs. The light pink tank top she’s wearing makes her olive skin appear even tanner and dips low, giving me a wonderful view of the top of her tits. I have to admit, it’s a damn good look on her. Threading her fingers through the short hair on the back of my neck, she leans in and kisses me.

“The boys are all over it.”

“What do you mean?”

“You have to take care of your lease and handle all the stuff with your landlord, but Aidan and Reece said they’d move your stuff out. Just let them know where your sex toy drawer is so they aren’t scarred for life.”

She bursts out laughing. “I donothave a sex toy drawer at my old apartment!”

I look at her with my eyebrows raised and she deflates. “Because I brought all my stuff with me,” she murmurs quickly.

Lightning flashes in the sky as the rain continues to pound against the windows but it does nothing to distract me from her admission.

I still beneath her. “You mean to tell me, when you moved your stuff out of that townhouse and into our home, you brought with you an arsenal of sex toys and we haven’t been playing with a single one of them!?” I’m shocked, and quite honestly, a little hurt. I don’t need the help, but damn, it would be fun and knowing she evenhadthem to begin with is such a fucking turn on. Kind of like looking at her, holding her hand, kissing her… I look toward the spare bedroom where she dumped her belongings. It’s all happened so fast that it was easier for us to store it in there rather than us moving things around in the master bedroom.

“Not an arsenal, Grady! You make me sound like some sex pervert!”

“If the sex swing fits,” I tease.

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