Page 91 of Only for Tonight
“You cried?” I whisper and drag her up on my body so she’s lying on me and face-to-face. “I’m sorry I was a jerkface.”
“I’m sorry you were a jerkface also,” she jokes and I kiss her lips. “Now I have to sleep.” She puts her head on my shoulder and we both fall asleep.
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“Baby, are you almost done in there?” I grab the black team hoodie off the hanger, putting it on before I walk out to the bathroom.
“How is this?” She asks me, turning from the sink. Her hair is on the top of her head in a ponytail, soft ringlets are loose at her ears. She’s wearing black baggy jeans with a white tank top and a beige jacket. “I’ll put your jersey on when I get there,” she says and I smile at her.
“You look so fucking sexy.” I lean against the doorjamb, watching her.
“I’m literally covered from head to toe.” She looks down, rolling the sleeves of her jacket with big gold buttons.
“I know, which makes it even sexier since I know that not too long ago, I titty-fucked you and came in your mouth.” I stand up. “I’m going to fuck you on that counter if we don’t get the fuck out of here.”
“Don’t tempt me with a good time,” she retorts, smirking at me as I slide my hand in hers, “and then we can just stay home, and I can eat a Bundt cake off your cock.” She winks at me and I shake my head, walking into the garage and pressing the button to open the garage door. “I think we need a new house,” I state. “Like, I love this house, but I think we need something with a yard.”
“Oh yeah?” She gets into the SUV and waits for me. “Why do you say that?”
“Because I loved playing in the yard when I was younger,” I tell her. “My father chasing me, it was everything. The tree house that he had built.”
“That tree house was the bomb,” she remembers, reaching over and grabbing my hand. “I like the neighborhood Zoey is in.”
“So I’ll call the realtor.”
“Just like that?” she asks me.
“Just like that,” I confirm. “We also have to think about announcing on social media that I’m having a baby.”
“I know. If you want, Gabriella can take photos of us and we can post it next week on your page.”
“Set it up,” I tell her and she looks at me shocked. “What’s wrong with you?”
“You’ve never posted with a girl on your social media, and now you’re all ‘let’s hard launch my girlfriend and my kid.’” I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss her fingers.
“I think there was a picture of Tiffany on there she made me post.” I look over at her. “But I am not sure. If it’s there, I’ll delete it, but I know we went to a couple events and stuff.”
“Jaxon,” she says, “I know you were with her, so I don’t care.”
“I care,” I declare as I pull into the underground parking lot. “People might search my name and her picture will be there.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have been with a psycho.” She winks at me. “Kidding, it’s going to be okay.”
“Promise?” I look over at her.
“Absolutely”—she laughs—“not.” She laughs even louder. “You might have to explain it to our kids though.”
“Great.” I park and turn off the SUV as I wait for her behind the truck, sliding my hand with hers as a couple of the players arrive.
“Guys, this is my girlfriend, Ariella,” I introduce her with a smile on my face and one on hers as she shakes hands with the guys. “Her father is Ralph Weber,” I add so they know she’s been family for a while.
“No way,” one of the guys says, “he scouted me from my school.”
“No way,” she replies and all I can do is look down at her. “I’ll tell him I saw you.”
“We should take a picture,” he suggests and I side-eye him. “I won’t post it on social media.”
“I don’t care about that, but if you think you’re taking a selfie with my girl, you have another think coming,” I tell him and he laughs. “She can be in the middle, and make sure that your arm is hovering above her and not touching her. I would hate to have to break your hand and have you out of the game,” he offers me as he takes a picture of us with my arm around her shoulders, pulled up against me. He isn’t even touching her.
