“I have,” he said softly. Hell, how this man ever thought he wasn’t responsible enough to step up boggled my mind. He was fucking incredible.
“And what if a trade isn’t possible?”
There were just two teams between the Eagles and my home. The Jetts and the Blackhawks.
The chair creaked again, making us both still. When it didn’t collapse, we chuckled, but Pearce took that as his cue to get off my lap and return to his chair. “It’s only a six-hour drive,” he stated, “and a flight with drive and wait times takes, what… three hours?”
“Yeah, about that.”
“So it’s not undoable. Any chance I get, I’ll fly home to you, and I’ll keep pushing for a trade. I’m speaking to Coach on Tuesday and will see if he’ll support me and make something happen. I’m still contracted with the Eagles for another year, which will make things easier after that.” He searched my gaze. “If we have to wait it out, will that be a problem?”
I shook my head immediately. “Not at all. If it’s one season, we’ll be fine. It doesn’t mean I won’t miss you like crazy, though.”
And then he was back out of his seat again, clambering on me and kissing me senseless. There wasn’t even a warning before the legs decided they couldn’t cope with our combined weight. We slammed to the deck with a yell and loss of breath, Pearce on top of me.
I groaned, chuckling despite my sore ass.
“Holy shit,” Pearce wheezed. “You okay?” His laughter spilled out as he shifted off me, peering down to take in my sprawled form. “Did I break you?” He reached out and snagged my hand, tugging me up.
I grunted, rubbing my back. “Jesus.” I chuckled. “You know if you kill me off before we’re married, you won’t get any inheritance, right?”
He crushed me into a hug, grinning wildly. “About that.”
“Yeah?” I quirked my brow, my pulse picking up speed.
“How about making this official in three weeks?”
“Three weeks?” My brows shot high. While we’d said we didn’t want to delay, three weeks was… well, three weeks away. That was soon.
“It means Moira will be here.” I frowned at that, wondering why on earth he’d want my ex around. “So,” he continued, “she’ll be here so we can enjoy a real honeymoon, and I can have my wicked way with you the whole time.”
My dick twitched, on board with that plan.
“It’ll also save those college guys’ lives during academy training, since you’ll be wearing a wedding band.”
“What?”
“You seriously don’t know there’s always at least one guy at the camp who’s constantly eye-fucking you?”
“What?” I sputtered. “No, of course not.”
Pearce shook his head. “Oh, dear, sweet, naïve Eddie. You’re hot as fuck, and when in coach mode, you’re practically irresistible.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re so full of shit.”
“Uh-huh. Just ask any number of guys on my team, even the straight ones.”
Heat filled my cheeks. “I don’t think I want to know.”
“Right answer.” He pressed his mouth to mine. “And if you hear any of the guys mentioning you’re a DILF, just let me know, and I’ll defend your honor.”
I snorted out a laugh, a little bit mortified and maybe just a little bit intrigued. “Maybe you should give me the names of your teammates who call me that.” When he narrowed his gaze, I grinned. “You know, just so I can be on guard.”
“Uh-huh.” He squeezed my ass cheeks and tugged so my groin rubbed against his. “That’d be a no. I’m the only man you need to be thinking about fucking.”
I relaxed in his hold and smiled. “Deal.”
Seeming happy with my response, he buried his face in my neck, inhaling deeply and dotting kisses over my skin. When he pulled away, he shot a grin my way. “Right. I’m going to go give Cass the date.”
