Page 87 of Voices

"Baby, you're okay. I'm right here."

He untangles my fingers from my wet hair and lifts my face up to meet his eyes.

"I've got you." He wipes away a tear that slipped out and picks up my towel and wraps it around me. We’re standing in the middle of the bathroom now. Shane has a towel wrapped around his trim waist with water droplets sliding down his chest. Tucked into his side, we walk back into my room.

"I have to eat soon before it gets too close to game time.” He pulls out a pair of jogging pants and a tee from my dresser and sets them on my bed. He uses the towel around my shoulders to dry me off then helps me step into my clothes. It’s something I’ve noticed he enjoys doing even though I’m capable of doing it myself.

He digs in his bag that he leaves here and pulls on a pair of basketball shorts and a loose black Irish Knights Hockey T-shirt. He scrubs his hair with his towel and then puts on a black backwards hat. He smiles as he laces his fingers through mine and walks me to the kitchen.

“I think I ate the last of the rice, chicken breasts, and veggies before the game last Friday. Do you want me to order some groceries, or do you want to head to my place?”

He walks to the fridge and opens it to next to nothing being in it. He freezes for half a second before closing the door and walking back over to me.

“I’ll place an order from the store down the street, so it’ll get here with plenty of time for me to cook and eat before I have to go.” He pulls out his phone and does something before putting it back in his pocket. “Should be here in twenty minutes.”

He tilts his head towards the living room. I follow him to the couch, he pulls me down onto his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Have you thought about Thanksgiving?”

I bite my lip as I nod. “I want to spend the day with you and your friends but there’s a charity event…” I pick at the skin around my thumbnail as I wait for his disappointment.

He squeezes me to him as he rests his chin on my shoulder. “It’s on Thanksgiving or the Friday after?”

“On Thanksgiving. It’s an all-day thing and unfortunately, I’m one of the sons of Franklin Alexander and my presence is mandatory.” I shrug because I can’t do anything to get out of it.

Kissing the spot where my shoulder meets my neck, he lets out a long breath through his nose. He doesn’t say anything as he leans us back.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, trying desperately to keep the tears away.

I don’t want to go to the stupid charity event that only benefits my father’s company. It’s nothing but the rich becoming richer, and it makes me sick.

“You have nothing to apologize for, baby. It’s already been planned. I only wish you didn’t have to go somewhere you don’t want to be.” He kisses the top of my head before he turns my head so he can see my face. “I bet you’ll be in a black suit, right?”

I give him a weary look and slowly nod.

“Good. I expect a head-to-toe selfie. I’d bet my lucky hockey stick that you look sexy as hell in a suit. Hair slicked back, black dress shirt and tie under an, I don’t know…Armani, black suit. My man will be the sexiest person in the building.”

He has a bright smile as he dresses me in his mind. He’s not too far off from what I usually wear to events. My hair isn’t slicked back but swept off my face and my suit is picked out for me by my mother’s stylist.

Our conversation is light as we chat about our week. The food arrives and I attempt to help Shane make his “not superstitious” pregame meal, but I end up in his way, so I watch as he effortlessly cooks. He cooks me a cheese pizza, so we sit in the living room and eat as we continue to talk and laugh about Matt and Ryder’s antics.

After he shows me how to do a sixty-nine blowjob, we pass out for a few hours. His alarm wakes us, and I watch as he gets ready to leave for his pre-game workout stuff. I throw on his hoodie and a pair of pajama pants as we walk hand in hand to the door.

“I’ll see you in a few hours, beautiful.” We kiss until I can’t breathe. Lifting up on my tip toes I bring his lips back to mine, making him chuckle against my lips. I pull his hat out from under my hoodie and place it backwards on his head.

Dropping back down, I smile up at him as he adjusts it.

“I’ll see you soon, Superstar.” My cheeks flame as I step back and try my best to keep eye contact with him.

“Did you just give me a pet name?” He’s smiling from ear to ear as he pulls me against his chest and kisses me again. “I love it, baby,” he says against my lips then drops another kiss before pulling away. “I want to hear it again and again but if I don’t leave now, I won’t leave at all.”

He opens the door and steps out but turns before he closes it.

“I’ll be your superstar and score a goal for you tonight.” He winks as he walks to the elevator.

I close my door shaking my head at him. He doesn’t have to score a goal for me. He’s already a superstar in my eyes.

I take a step away from the door when there’s a knock. Smiling to myself I turn and open the door.

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