Page 66 of Personal Foul
She smacks me against my chest, pushing away from me, but not before I grab her hand once again, lacing our fingers together.
“Let’s go,” I whisper against the side of her head.
She glances up at me, nodding her head, pulling me along behind her. I don’t pay attention to anyone else as we make our escape out the door.
By the time we make it to the parking lot, I’m able to clear my mind enough to focus on other things.
“How was work today?”
“Good, I’ve been focusing on the upcoming Community Cares event. It’s been keeping me extra busy.”
“Oh, yeah?” I say as she dives into gushing over all the details of the program she’s putting on for spring break for the local kids.We’ve both been volunteering more down at the Boys and Girls Clinic. Some of the guys on the team have even been helping more, and I know Terri appreciates it, too. She’s only told me half a dozen times.
“You know…” She pauses when we reach her car. She turns to face me. She bites her lip, and I’m waiting for what devious thought she has on her mind now. “All day, when I was working on it, I kept thinking about how great you are with the kids down at the clinic…” Her voice drifts on at the end.
Raising my eyebrow, I wait for her to continue. “Yeah?”
“I love watching you with them. They love you, especially Isaac. I feel like if you ever decide this basketball gig gets too boring or something,” she jokes, giggling to herself, “you’d make a mighty sexy stay-at-home dad. Or even a youth basketball coach.”
My eyes widen, not expecting her response, as I push her against the side of the car.
“You think so?” I murmur, leaning in to kiss her soft lips. She nods, snaking her arms around my neck, holding me close.
“Is that what you’ve been thinking about? Us, me and you, having kids?”
“It’s definitely been on my mind more lately.”
“Mm,” I moan, trailing kisses down her neck, back up to nip at her earlobe. She tilts her head to the side, giving me better access, and the sound of her soft moans have me grinding against her.
How does she always make me forget where I am?
“We can practice making a baby right now,” I whisper, reaching behind her lower back to grab for the door handle.
Her chest heaves at the thought of us crawling into her small sports car. I haven’t been able to keep my hands off her since we first met, and I don’t care where we are, I’m always going to want her.
“Colson,” she says my name on an exhale.
“C’mon,” I command.
“Aren’t we supposed to go meet up with the guys at Shooters?” She laughs.
It wouldn’t be the first time I blew them off to get Sydney alone. “They’ll understand.” I shrug, pulling the door open to help her inside.
“I mean, I’m not opposed to us practicing right here.” Her voice is cracking at the thought. I notice the not-so-subtle way she rubs her legs together and the desire glossing her eyes.
“I thought maybe, I don’t know, maybe we could consider fostering first instead?”
I pause, pulling back away from her. As much as I want to shed her clothes and explore every inch of her body, this is much more serious than she’s let on.
“Is that what you want?” I ask, my tone changing.
She nods.
“Someday, I want us to have a baby. A little boy or girl who’s half me and half you.” She smiles. Her eyes break my stare, looking down at the ground. She eyes go distant, seeming unsure of where I’m going with this, but I continue. She needs to hear what I’m about to say. “There are kids out there who need and deserve the love we could give them. Kids like Isaac.”
His name gets caught in my throat. There’s so much emotion wrapped around one word.
“Kids like Isaac,” I repeat, “who deserve a home full of love like we could give them. I’ve been going at your pace, letting you lead, but this is what I’ve wanted since we laid on the beach together and talked about our future.”
Her eyes light up, and her smile stretches across her face.
“I promise you, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
