Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Babe.
She just called me babe.
And I haven’t put a ring on her finger.
My stomach clenches, and my cock strains against my slacks. “Right, Wife.”
Payton looks between us, and I know she wants to say more. But then Elliot approaches, pulling my wife away from me and into her arms. Her warmth is missed almost immediately, but I don’t miss the way her shoulders sag in relief as she hugs Elliot. A smile pulls at my lips. That is, until I feel Payton watching me.
I meet her gaze, and she shakes her head. “We’ll see how long it takes for you to fuck up this marriage just like you did the other.”
My eyes narrow, but once more, my wife is right there. Her eyes are wild, her shoulders back as she shoots daggers at Payton with her eyes. “Excuse you. Don’t speak to my husband that way.”
“Eliza,” Elliot warns. “Let it go.”
“No,” my wife says, stepping to Payton, which, on any other day, would be comical with their height difference. But not today. My wife is shaking mad. “I don’t care what your thoughts of him are. You will not speak to him like that. Do you understand me?”
“Excuse you, but you don’t have a leg to stand on. You don’t know him like I do.”
“Actually, I know him more than you ever will,” she fights back, and I’m in awe. No one has ever stood up for me like this. Not even my parents did anything close to this. I’d get called names, and my parents would be too involved with each other to care that people were tearing their child down.
My wife…well, she is different.
“You know of what he did. But you don’t know how hard he has worked to make up for his mistakes or how he has grown. Something you clearly don’t know how to do since you are living in the past.”
“He’s a—”
My wife throws up her hand, stopping Payton’s words. “Before you finish that insult, know that while my husband only threw his shoulder into your boyfriend’s, I don’t have nearly as much restraint as he does. I may be small, but I’m not afraid to get dirty.”
Payton’s eyes widen, her mouth forms an O, and beside us, Elliot snorts. I’m so confused that Eliza knows about what I did to Andrews, but I can’t help flashing Elliot a look since she’s not helping in the least. But my wife’s sister only grins, obviously enjoying the show. I glance around and notice that people are watching, so I snake my arm around my wife’s waist, pulling her back into my chest. Against her ear, I say, “Let it go. She’s not worth it.”
My wife relaxes against me, but her eyes are still fierce as Payton mutters something and walks away toward where Andrews is watching with disdain in his eyes. Asshole. I tighten my arms around my wife and lean in against her ear. Her breath catches at the press of my hard cock against her ass, and I can’t contain my smirk. My lips move against the shell of her ear as I whisper, “My spicy little wife. You like driving me crazy, huh?”
She turns her head, our eyes locking. “I think it’s the other way around.”
She’s right. I do like driving her crazy, but I like it more when she does it to me.
I shake my head, kissing her temple. “How did you know about me and Andrews? See it on the TV?”
Her brows knit as she glances up at me, confused. “No. I was there.”
My jaw slackens a bit but doesn’t fall open. Surely I heard her wrong. “What?”
Her eyes search mine. “I’ve been coming to all your games. Well, except the away ones.”
My heart stops in my chest. “You have? Why?”
She slowly nods. “You’re my husband. I want to be there.”
Her words hit me like a million pucks as I gaze into her eyes. Each imaginary puck is a different feeling, and I don’t understand any of them. She wanted to be there. For me. She stood up for me against my teammate’s girlfriend. For me. I don’t know what this tightening in my chest is, and I don’t know how to ease it. I don’t even know if I want to. One thing is for sure. I’m starting to realize it’s going to be really hard to walk away from her.
CHAPTER 28
Eliza
Behind me, Coleson stiffens once more.
I can feel his shoulders pull back, and his arms tighten around me. Things were going so well, and while I really enjoy his hard cock pressed into my ass, I don’t like that the rest of him is rigid. I wanted this to be good for him, for him to know people accept him. And while some did, there are a few who don’t, and it makes me irate. As I did when I was younger when I looked out for my sisters, I have this need to protect him. I don’t want him to hurt. I don’t want him to think less of himself. He’s wonderful—even when he is trying to keep me at arm’s length.