Chapter 42
Chapter Forty-Two
Easton
I wake up with a naked Hadley slung over me and her drool on my chest.
And not one part of me wants to slip out and leave her here. I actually don’t want to move at all so that we don’t have to wake up in case her thoughts don’t line up with mine.
After we fell into bed together, we opened the champagne. When she told me she doesn’t really like champagne, I told her it didn’t really matter because my plan was to spill it all over her and lick it off. That turned into a shower and me taking her against the glass wall.
This no-condom thing is freeing.
Because in the middle of the night, I reached for her to cuddle, but one push of her ass against my hard-on, and we were right back at it.
I’m not even exhausted or done with her. I want her again right now, my dick already at half salute.
That’s not surprising, though, because Hadley and I never had sex once and were done for the night. Maybe that was a sign all these years.
My phone vibrates, and I reach for it, trying not to move my body too much.
It’s a message from the guys asking me what happened. I send them a big middle finger. Then I realize I should check on my son.
How is he doing?
My mom sends back a picture of Tanner eating small pieces of pancake with a big gummy smile except for his bottom two teeth.
We won’t be long.
No rush, we have plans today.
Being?
Don’t you worry, just spoil your wife. :)
I slip out of bed and go into the living room area of our suite. I stare at the Chicago River while the weekday workforce litters the street along with the tourists.
That’s the one thing that took me a while to get used to when I started in the league—having days off during the week and working most weekends.
I pick up the phone, dial room service, and order almost one of everything, unsure what Hadley would prefer.
I’ve actually never really seen her eat breakfast. She feeds Tanner with a coffee in her hand, but other than the other day when my mom made breakfast, I can’t remember a time when she ate it. And the other morning, she probably felt forced to eat what my mom made.
I walk back in the bedroom area to grab my shorts, but Hadley’s awake and staring at my empty side of the bed.
“Hey,” I say.
Her head whips toward me, and I see the relief in her face, but I’m not going to say anything to her about it.
“Missing me already?” I jump into bed and take her in my arms, kissing her. “Good morning,” I whisper, kissing her again.
“Good morning.” She curls into me for a second, her arms giving me a tight squeeze before she unwinds herself. “Bathroom.”
She gets up and goes into the bathroom.
I give her a moment to come to the realization that I’m still here and would never just leave this morning. Or maybe I misconstrued what I saw and she really just had to go to the bathroom. This whole guessing game is not one I’ve ever played before nor ever wanted to play.
She walks out and picks up her cami and shorts off the floor.
“Done with me already?” I ask.
“I figure we should get back.”
I pull my phone out and show her the picture of Tanner. “He’s living his best life, and my mom said they have plans.” I pat the bed. “But I did order breakfast.” I raise my hands. “Now, I’d love nothing more than to eat my breakfast off your body, but the ball’s in your court.”
She smiles and giggles.
Nothing is better than pulling that out of her. I make a lot of people laugh, but no one but her makes me want to do it over and over.
To my disappointment, she does get dressed. “You shouldn’t want the room service guy seeing your wife’s body.” She crawls across the bed, and I push my fingers through her unruly hair.
“Very true, I’m not a sharer.”
She nods and I guide her lips to mine, kissing her briefly, wanting to deepen it and have her again, hating that with my job, I have to worry about some leak in the press about me answering the room service door in a sheet because I’m busy fucking my wife.
“What are we doing?” Her voice is a whisper.
I was prepared for this conversation and surprised it didn’t come up after the first time we had sex last night. It was as if we silently agreed to push all the adult, responsible conversations to the morning.
“What do you want to do?”
She sits back on her heels and stares at me for a moment.
My hand falls to her legs, addicted to her smooth skin. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
She inhales, her eyes never leaving mine. “I want to ask you something, and if you don’t want to talk about it, it’s no business of mine, but—”
I let my head fall back along the headboard. There aren’t many things in my life that I keep a secret. “What is it?”
“Your mom mentioned something the day I took her to The Story Jar.”
Dread washes down my body.
“She thought I knew because we’re married, and married people talk about previous relationships.”
Since I’ve never had a relationship before, there’s only one person my mom would’ve brought up, and it has to do with why my parents have always believed I didn’t get into relationships.
Are they right? Maybe… okay, probably. It was the precursor, but maybe I was always going to be like this.
“Kenzie?” I ask.
She nods, and I’m sure it’s taking all her courage to ask me about it. Neither of us has dug into each other’s life over the years.
A knock on the door interrupts us, and I climb out of bed to go answer it.
“I guess you’re saved.” She watches me head toward the bedroom door.
“I’m going to answer the door, then we’ll talk.” I walk out of the bedroom, thankful to have a little time to think it through.