19. Caleb
Chapter 19
Caleb
I love hockey.
But I’d give anything to be next to Margo, experiencing the game for the first time.
That thought plagues me on the way back to her house. My hand on her thigh, my fingers caressing her through the denim. She doesn’t stop me or pepper me with questions. Her gaze is heavy-lidded, and she glances at me questioningly when I pull to the curb.
It’s a will I see you later? look.
Yes, baby. You absolutely will.
If the Bryans weren’t expecting her home after, I would take her back to my house and show her how winning a game makes me feel.
I reveal the game winning puck from my pocket and hold it out.
“For me?”
Fuck me, her voice rasps. My dick leaps to attention.
I nod. “Keep it.”
She smiles… and then gets out of the car. I watch her ass sway as she walks up the front steps. The porch light gives her a halo for a moment, and then she’s in.
I make a show of driving away, just in case Lenora or Robert are watching from a window.
But make no mistake. I’ll be back.