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A game you love to play.
An ‘I love Germany’ shirt.
“Whoever gets back first wins whatever you have?” she says to clarify, but I watch the way she picks up her backpack to get ready to run.
“Yeah, whoever—” Nevaeh doesn’t let me finish my sentence before she sprints away and toward the first little shop. A little laugh bursts free because she’s so fucking sweet, I could watch her forever and not get bored.
I have no intention of winning, which is why all of the things I wrote down for Nevaeh to get are already in my backpack. Instead of running around, I make my way toward the nearest food place in the airport and get us both something to eat, a little more for Nevaeh because I have a feeling the woman forgot to eat again with work taking up all of her thoughts.
Before I saw her so stressed and anxious, I’d already planned all of this, but I’m happy it’ll be able to distract her now.
She looked so excited to get started…
It’s always made me happy to make the people around me happy. That’s the way my heart works.
But it feels a little different with Nevaeh. It feels like making her happy doesn’t just do the same for me in return. Seeing her smile is like a year’s worth of happiness flooding through me in an instant.
The man at the food place gives me a strange look, but I merely smile at him. I’m well aware of how strange I look with my baseball cap on and my hood over it. It’s necessary for trips when I don’t want anyone to recognize me. The sunglasses might be overkill, but I’m only wearing them while walking around. Plus, there are hardly any people at the airport today, which makes hiding a lot easier.
I love my fans to death, I do. They mean so much to me, but even I need a break sometimes. It’s taken me a while to come to terms with the fact that I’mallowedto want privacy, too.
By the time the food is done and I make my way back to where Nevaeh was sitting before, she’s already back and waiting for me. A smile lingers on her lips, spreading even wider when she notices me strolling toward her.
“Well, oh well, look who is finally done,” she teases, her eyes sparkling with pure joy.
“I brought the winner something to eat,” I reply, holding out the food for her to take.
An excited expression takes over her whole face as she takes one of the iced teas and sandwiches.
“Hold this please,” I add and hand her my food too to dig around in my backpack.
I press my tongue against the inside of my cheek and put the ugliest concentration face on, making Nevaeh laugh as she watches me.
I fucking love that sound.
“Ah, here it is,” I announce and tuck my backpack under the seat to turn to her and place a box in her lap.
I grab my food out of her hand so she can open my gift.
“Open it.” A nervous feeling sets in, my heart reminding me how unsure I am that this was the right gift to give her.
“I’m so scared,” she blurts out, a nervous laugh leaving her full lips.
“Just open it. I promise I kept the kinky stuff to myself,” I say, watching a wonderful blush cover her round cheeks.
“What if I don’t want you to keep it to yourself?” she asks, placing her food to the side to turn to me. “What if I want everything you have to offer?” Nevaeh says, sliding her hand onto my thigh and upward until my breath catches in my throat and my dick takes attention to how close her hand is to it.
Fucking traitor.
I’m also a fucking idiot for wearing sweatpants around Nevaeh.
Do you know how well sweatpants hide a raging hard-on?
That’s right, not at all.
So, as her hand trails even higher, my cock grows harder and harder, becoming more visible by the second.
“What if I want to play another game? One where we’re both naked and play with each other?” she asks, sliding her hand toward my knee now and grinning at the outline of my needy cock.
