Page 92 of Make My Heart Malt

I roll over and take her with me, so her back is against the mattress. Her dark hair fans over the pillow as my palms rest on either side of her, caging her in. “Oh, is that so? Accidentally pulled it open. You know what happens to bad girls who like to snoop around?”

She shakes her head, a sultry smile on her lips. “But I bet you’re going to show me.”

I nudge her leg open with my knee. “Someone has to teach you a lesson.” I lower myself until I’m inches away from her mouth. Before my lips touch hers, I move to the right and graze her cheek until I’m placing open mouth kisses on her neck. Slowly, I move down her body, kissing every inch of her until I reach the apex of her thighs.

Several hours and even more orgasms later, we’re still lying in bed enjoying each other’s company. A deep growl rumbles through her belly. “I guess I can’t continue feeding you only orgasms. I’ll order us some real food.”

“Can I have both?” She giggles.

“Always greedy.” I press my lips to hers.

After the food is delivered, she meets me in the kitchen. She sits at the island looking smokin' hot in nothing but my jersey, and I’m standing on the opposite side. I stab my fork into my chicken teriyaki, scooping up some brown rice along with it.

“Have I told you Dawson is a good look on you?”

She smiles around a mouth full of tofu teriyaki and peers over her shoulder, even though she can’t see the words. “It’s growing on me.”

“We can always make that a permanent change.” I test the waters to gauge her reaction. If I had it my way, I would have put a ring on her finger months ago. I don’t need all that get-to-know-each-other crap. I’ve known her for over half my life. She’s the only person I see a future with. The sun rises and sets with her. All the stars were individually placed in the sky just for her. Before she seemed a little apprehensive, but now, not a single flinch.

“Dessa Dawson does have a nice ring to it.” She smiles as she scoops up another bite.

“It sure does.” I shove another fork full of chicken in my mouth to stop myself from grabbing the ring from my nightstand and asking her to be my wife right now.

“I never would have imagined Seattle as a place to eat good teriyaki, but this is delicious.” Dessa moans around a fork full of tofu.

“Not only is it good, but it’s also the best. Philadelphia has cheese steaks. New York and Chicago have pizza. And Seattle has teriyaki.”

We continue eating and making small talk. Dessa tells me about some new drinks she’s been working on while I tell her about the season so far. After we finish our lunch, I clean up our dishes. “There’s somewhere I want to take you tonight.”

“Where are we going?”

“If I tell you, I’ll have to kill you… with orgasms.”

She dramatically presses the back of her hand to her forehead. “Oh no! That sounds terrible.” Her voice is high-pitched. “I’d be willing to take the chance for that punishment.”

I bark out a laugh. “I bet you would.” I lean in so my lips are next to her ear. “But you won’t get it that easy.”

She throws her head back in laughter.

My phone buzzes from the living room. Dessa turns her head. “Are you going to get that?”

“Nah. The only person I want to talk to is sitting next to me.” I shove another fork full of rice into my mouth. The buzzing stops, but soon starts up again.

Dessa rises from her stool and strolls into the living room, picking up my phone from the couch. “It says Skip. Isn’t that your manager?”

I swallow down my last bite of food. In a few short steps I’m meeting her next to the couch. Why the hell is Skip calling me on an off day? She passes me my phone and I pull up his number. It rings a couple times before he answers. “Hey. What’s up?”

“Sorry to bother you, but there’s something important I need to go over with you. Can you come to my office at the stadium?” Skip’s tone is flat.

I can’t decipher if I’ve fucked up or if there’s another problem. Either way, it’s a little unnerving. “This can’t be said over the phone? I have company at the moment.”

“It’s best this is done in person. I promise it won’t take long.”

Something with his tone is off. Skip is either yelling at you because you fucked up or because he’s proud of you. There’s never an in between. Whatever this is, it must be serious. “Okay.” I spin on my heel and walk toward my bedroom. “I can be there in twenty minutes.” I end the call and toss my phone on the bed.

Dessa leans on the door frame. “Is everything alright?”

“I don’t know.” I yank a t-shirt from a hanger in the closet and pull it over my head. “I have to go the stadium for a brief meeting with Skip.”