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“It’s very homey.” Bryson says with pride. “My books are on shelves, for one,” I punch his bicep and he laughs. “And I’ve got art and pictures on the wall.”
“Of what?”
“Well there are some family photos, and pictures of me with the boys on different trips.” He runs his fingers through his curly hair and I watch it bounce back into place as he looks around the rest of the open living area. “And I have a dining table. Although it mostly gets used for card games with Crosby and Duncan.”
I hum to myself as I nod and picture him with his friends. The group seemed so close knit when they came to the parade. And the fact they flew across the country to try and rescue us proves their connection runs deep.
Do I have that with anyone?
Al is probably the closest I have to it but we both live our own lives. She knows I can’t drop everything to be with her just like she can’t do that for me. After all, I understood it when she went into labor and couldn’t make it to my championship game. It stung that Mom and Dad stayed in Colorado too but it made logical sense. I was just doing my job. Al was having their grandchild.
It still stung.
I do remember coming back to this apartment after the game in Kansas City before I flew to Colorado the next day to meet baby Dylan. The loss was fresh and I had no one to console or distract me. I stared at my ceiling until my eyes shut.
“What about your bedroom?” I blurt out.
“Thinking about my bedroom, Killer?” He teases.
“Shut up.” I toss back and try to shove him back but he uses his strong body to stay exactly where he is. Then he leans closer and it’s like my world becomes only Bryson.
“I have a big bed, with a headboard, and lots of pillows of various firmness, and a navy duvet.”
“You have a duvet?” I whisper as my mind struggles to keep up with the lust taking over my thought process. I’ve been next to him all day but the option to bewithhim now drives my lust higher and higher. My shoulders shift in his direction and we’re squared off to each other.
“I do, but I don’t want to talk about it anymore, Josie.”
“No?” I ask breathlessly because the affection in his gaze is knocking me off kilter.
“No. Come’re.” Bryson scoops me up like my body is filled with air and carries me to my bedroom. “Tomorrow I’m getting you a bedframe so you can grip the headboard while riding my face but for now I want to ride you like a fucking cowboy.”
“Yeehaw!” I giggle as he tosses me down on the bed.
Chapter 32
Bryson
The Gameplan
Dudes, it was bleak.
DUNCAN
I thought girls lived for their cute little apartments.
Not Jo apparently.
CROSBY
So you took her shopping… then what?
Let's just say if she had a headboard it would have broken.
DUNCAN
Booya!
CROSBY
