Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“You keep looking at me like that and I won’t be able to do more than gaze at your eyes. Those fucking stars don’t even compare.”
She laughed softly, then leaned over to lay her head on my chest. “You and your thing with my eyes,” she whispered.
“If our kids don’t all get your eyes, I’m going to need a refund,” I teased.
She laughed harder this time, then tilted her head back to look at me. “What if I want them to have your eyes?”
I sighed dramatically just to make her laugh more. “Fine. One can have my eyes, but that’s all I will accept.”
Aurora lifted her hand to touch my cheek. “Exactly how many kids are we going to have?”
I shrugged. “Depends. I want a girl with auburn curls and green eyes. We will have to keep trying until I get one.”
She grinned, then pressed her lips against mine in a chaste kiss. “I love you,” she whispered.
“And that makes me the luckiest damn man on the planet,” I said.
She eased back down and moved her hand to my chest. “You mean that, don’t you?” she asked.
“You shouldn’t have to ask me that. You should know it.”
Aurora tilted her head to the side, and her curls fell over her shoulder. Nothing was more beautiful than this woman. “But you have women, sexy, gorgeous women, throw themselves at you. I’ve seen them try. I know when I can’t be at a game that it happens probably more so.”
I didn’t like this conversation. I shifted my body toward her and took her face in my hands so I had her complete attention. Sure, most of my teammates had a different girl in their beds every weekend. If I was being honest, they had several different girls in their beds every weekend. But I wasn’t like them. I wasn’t searching for something to fill that part of me.
“There is no one more beautiful than you. Everything about you since the moment I saw you has drawn me in. It took one week with you to change me for life. They can’t do that. They are just faces. I see nothing there. No pull. All I know is when I step off that field you are waiting on me, and I can’t fucking wait to be with you.” I stopped talking and took her hand, then placed it over my heart. “This is yours. Always will be.”
She beamed up at me. “I know. It just amazes me. Seeing your boyfriend on magazine covers, on television, having people stop him to ask if he is Ryker Lee… it can be intimidating. I love it, don’t get me wrong. You are living your dream, and I love that. You did it. I am so proud of you. I just have my moments when I wonder if I am enough.”
This was not what I wanted to hear, but if she’s thinking this, I was damn glad she’d told me. I needed to clear this shit up now. I moved and leaned against the truck, then pulled her into my lap, facing me. “You wonder if you’re enough? Aurora, I’m the only one who should have that fear. You are the bravest person I know. You’re kind, giving, you make differences in the world, and you’re breathtakingly beautiful. I can catch a ball and run fast. I’ve not overcome anything. And I’m not as fucking gorgeous as you are. So, baby, it is me that should be intimidated,” I told her. “I see men looking at you. Everywhere we go. I’m just thankful I’m big enough that it scares them the fuck off,” I added, and she giggled.
“You are crazy, Ryker Lee.”
I cupped her face in my hands. “Hell yeah, I am. I’ve been crazy about you from day one. That will never change.”
“I’m pretty crazy about you too,” she said softly.
I wish we had blankets in the back of this damn truck. I tried to think of some way to make it more comfortable, but I had no supplies. I leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose.
“We have two options, because I’m now hard as a rock and I need to be reaffirmed,” I told her. “We can climb back in the truck and act like we are teens or go back to my parents’, sneak in the back, and go straight to my room.”
She made a small gasping noise when she wiggled enough in my lap to see I was being honest about my situation. “What’s wrong with right here?” she asked.
“There’s no cushions or blankets,” I said, getting more worked up at the thought of it.
“We don’t need them. I think I’ve proven I’m not breakable already,” she said in a saucy tone, then sat back and began to pull her shirt up over her head.