Page 146 of Endgame
“You good, Six?” he asked. Crawling onto the bed, Rourke settled back in the spot he’d just vacated and pressed a kiss to my pubic bone. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked when I flinched from the contact. “Are you sore?”
“I’m not sore,” I admitted. “But I think I might die of embarrassment.”
Chuckling, Rourke settled down beside me and pulled me into his arms. “Don’t be embarrassed, Six.” He kissed my temple and squeezed me tighter. “I’m not.”
“Rourke,” I snapped, flushing. “You basically just performed minor surgery on my fricking vagina! How can I not be embarrassed?” Suddenly, my mind flashed back to something he had said and I balked. “Wait!”
I love you, and I am going to get this condom out of you…
“You said you love me,” I croaked out, burying my face in his chest.
“I did,” he confirmed calmly as he trailed his fingers up and down my arm.
“Did you…” I swallowed deeply, heart hammering in my chest. “Are you going to say it again?”
“Probably,” he replied, giving nothing away.
“Are you going to mean it?”
“I always mean what I say, Six,” he whispered.
Mercedes
THE OCEAN BAY HOTEL and country club was alive with bustle and noise when we arrived at the dance. The football game that had taken place between Academy and their arch rivals, Jefferson, earlier on tonight had everyone riled up and in good spirits.
As predicted, the Falcon’s kicked the Jaguar’s butts, with my man scoring all but three of the Falcon’s scores tonight. Pride was an understatement for how I felt when I walked into the foyer of the hotel on Rourke’s arm.
Helovedme. Or so he had said earlier today – and proved it tonight when he showed up late to the game because he’d stopped off at a late-night pharmacy on the outskirts of town to buy Plan B for his girlfriend. The same girlfriend whose vagina he rescued just hours earlier from a rogue condom.
God, I was dying to hear Rourke tell me he loved me again, but I didn’t want to sound like one of those needy girls who needed her boyfriend to tell her how much he loved her to feel validated– I could do that in secret.
“You look gorgeous, Six,” Rourke whispered in my ear as he led me through the foyer and into the huge venue room that had been decorated and transformed for tonight’s dance.
I knew I looked good tonight – courtesy of Molly’s freaking fantastic taste in dress wear, and my mother’s fetish for skyscraper stilettos.
The full-length, strapless, mermaid-style red dress I had on felt like it had been made for my body type. The plunging neckline emphasized my boobs in the best possible way, and the thigh high slit on the side gave the illusion of long legs. I was short and curvy, but this dress made me feel proud of my shape.
“I love you in red,” Rourke added, slipping an arm around me. “Reminds me of the first time I saw you.” I felt like he was claiming me. I knew that sounded absurd considering I’d been sleeping with him for the past four weeks, but it did. Cameras flashed around us and I didn’t care. They could take all the pictures they wanted. Hell, I might even download them. This gorgeous boy was mine.
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” I told Rourke, fighting down a blush. The boy cleaned up well in a tailored black suit, crisp white dress shirt, and red tie. The bruise forming on his left cheekbone, the one he’d received during the game tonight, only made him look sexier…edgier.Bad!
“Do you want something to drink?” he asked, leading me over to one of the several dozen round tables skirting the dancefloor.
“I’ll just have whatever you’re having,” I replied, smiling at some familiar faces on the way.
“You want a whiskey?”
Whiskey? “I thought you meant punch.” I turned and gaped at him. “Wait – they have anopen barhere?” I looked around the room in surprise. Ocean Bay really was a different world to the one I’d come from. “Jesus.”
“Not here, Six,” he chuckled, pulling out a chair for me to sit. “But they do in the resident’s bar downstairs.” Rourke grinned. “And you and I happen to be residents for the night.”
“We also happen to beseventeen,” I shot back. “In case you forgot.”
“Pssh,” Rourke muttered, batting his hand in the air. “Semantics, baby. Ain’t no one gonna refuse these hands a drink tonight.” He winked and waggled his fingers in my face. “Five touchdowns.”
“Oh, my god,” I laughed, taking the seat Rourke pulled out for me. “You’re so full of yourself.”
“Maybe,” Rourke shot back with a chuckle. “But we both know I can back it up, Britt.”
