Chapter 64
I felt myself grow warm. “You say the sweetest—Holy shit! Is that the Stanley Cup?”
It was a giant silver trophy sitting in the middle of his bedroom. There was nothing else it could be. It was stunning, to say the least. And I had missed it because I was too busy getting my dick sucked.
“Yes, it is.” He nuzzled my neck. “We all get a day with it, and I wanted to share it with you.” He pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose.
My entire body trembled. “With me? Are you sure? Because this is a big deal. Maybe you want to share it with Cole? He’s your son. It’s not every day you win the Stanley Cup Championship. I wouldn’t want to—”
Beau silenced me with a kiss, his tongue slipping between my lips and tangling with mine. I groaned softly, melting against him, the hint of my release still strong in his mouth.
“Cole had his chance, Pink. He left this morning for eight weeks of hockey camp. I want to share this with you. You’re special to me, too.” He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.
“I...” My throat grew tight as tears blinded my eyes.
I wanted to tell Beau how I felt. How much I cared for him and that I thought I might be falling for him, but it didn’t seem like the right time.
“Can I touch it?” It was so shiny. I was kind of scared to touch it now that I thought about it.
What if I broke it? What if I knocked it over, and it shattered into a million pieces?
Beau chuckled. “Of course you can.” He climbed to his feet and held out his hand. “Maybe we should both wash our hands first.”
Once we did that, and put on our underwear, I stared at the trophy in awe.
“It’s gorgeous.”
“Isn’t it?”
I reached out to touch the Cup gently with my finger. “I can’t believe this is happening,” I murmured. “This is a huge accomplishment, Beau. You should be so proud of yourself.”
“Thank you, but it wasn’t all me. And besides, you have Grammy’s,” he reminded me.
I glanced up to meet his blue eyes. “Yeah, but this? This is something that you fight thirty-one other teams for. That you’ve worked for years to win. I’m not saying that winning a Grammy isn’t a big deal, but this is something some hockey players will never get the chance to do. This is amazing.”
“Thank you, Dean.” Beau touched my face lightly with the palm of his hand. He leaned forward and kissed me lightly.
I blushed. “Can you take a picture of me with it? I mean, when I have more clothes on.”
“Of course.” He smiled at me. “I’m glad you’re here, Dean. I missed you so much.”
I wrapped my arms around him. “I missed you, too.”
And I think I’m in love with you. But I swallowed those three words down before I could say them aloud.