Page 123 of Wild Love
He kisses the top of my head. “Can’t. We have a lot to figure out.”
I groan.
“Look at you, avoiding planning. Never thought I’d see the day.”
“Can’t we just enjoy today without talking about how I’m never going to see you again?”
“Reagan is the drama queen, babe.”
I sit up. “I’m serious. I’ve seen your schedule. It’s nuts.”
“Yeah. So?”
“So?” I laugh. “We’ll never see each other.”
“Phone sex. Remote vibrators. Weekend trips. Dirty letters. Sexting. The possibilities, babe. We’ve barely scratched the surface.” He looks so genuinely excited about all of it that I can’t help but smile.
“Aren’t you looking forward to life as a big-shot NHL star? Traveling and puck bunnies and, I don’t know, threesomes galore?”
He barks a laugh.
I straddle him. “What if you start to resent having a ball and chain a thousand miles away?”
“I won’t.”
“We could do what we did this summer.”
“Fuck like bunnies in spring?”
“When we’re together, yes, but all the rest of the time you’d be free to do what you want.” I’m slammed with visuals of social media capturing his hookups and I have to hold on to my resolve.
“And you’d get to do the same here in Valley?”
“Yeah.” I shrug. Where does one go after Johnny Maverick? Who could possibly compare to him?
“Fuck, no. I don’t have the kind of money I’d need to bail me out of jail every time a guy hit on you. And truth be told, I don’t want to be free to do whatever I want on the road. I want you. It’s only a year. Then you can be my trophy wife.”
I raise a brow.
“Or girlfriend. Whatever you decide.”
“I want to work.”
“Fine.” He sighs. “I was really looking forward to a 1950s type housewife that answers the door in high heels and an apron with a beer in her hand to ask me about my day.”
I pinch him, and he laughs. “Kidding. Though, maybe we could do some role-playing because the visual that just gave me was pretty spectacular.”
He holds me, and I stare down at the new ink. I still can’t believe this man tattooed my name on his body.
“I’m always going to support your dreams. Hopefully, some of them are naked dreams, but I digress. My contract is two years. After that, we’ll make decisions together. You want to be a big-shot boss lady, then I’ll stay home and be a househusband. Maybe I’ll wear the apron and high heels.”
“Now there’s an idea.”
“Just say you’ll be mine, Kota. I’m flexible on all the rest.”
I nod.
“Yeah?” One side of his mouth pulls into a boyish smirk.
