“Why? Worried they might hear you beg for my cock?” I push into her a little and she giggles. “I’m pretty sure the guys from the other night didn’t care, and they saw pretty much everything there is to see.”
Not that I’d be down with the whole team watching me fuck her. Or even them hearing her. I trust Gael, Jackson, and Andres. We’ve been really tight since training camp and Gael and I went to school together at SJSU.
“You don’t have to worry. It’s just Gael on our floor. Jackson and Andres live on five and a few other players live on eight and two. Most of the team lives in a more expensive building or they have houses because they have families.”
“Is that what your goal is?” she asks as I round the corner to head towards the checkout. “To be in a house with a family.”
I stop the cart, and she hops down and starts putting everything on the conveyor belt.Is that really my goal?To be married and living in a house with a bunch of kids? Honestly, I never thought about the logistics because all I wanted was Isla, and as far as I knew, she wasn’t going to let us happen. And baseball, of course, I knew I wanted that. My dream of playing pro ball came true and now it looks like getting her is too. So I think it’s safe to say that, yes, being married toherand having children withheris my goal in life. Now whether we’re in a house or an apartment makes no difference to me.
“What do you want, Princess?” The cashier scans all the items and Isla bags them while I pay for everything. “Do you want kids?” I thank the cashier and push the cart towards the doors and out to the car.
We stop at the back and Isla stares at me. “Yeah. I want kids,Kai. Marriage scares me a little bit because of what happened to my parents, but your mom and my dad make me think it can still work out.”
She hands me bags and once we’re loaded up, I put the cart in the return next to us and run to beat her to her door, opening it for her. Once I’m in the car and I turn on the car, I look over at her. “Before my dad died, he wrote me a bunch of letters. You know, life lesson-type things, and on my birthday this year, his letter was about being a good husband when the time came.”
Isla reaches for my hand and I lace my fingers with hers. “I knew when I first saw you I wanted to marry you. That if I was going to have kids, you would be their mother.”
“You couldn’t have known that, Kai. We were only fourteen.”
“Trust me, I fucking knew.” I laugh. “Anyway, his letter said when I find the right one, I’ll just know. That no matter what, whatever they want, I’m going to end up wanting to. All this time, I’ve just been living the one dream I had, playing baseball, waiting for you to come and help me with the rest. You’re my other half, Isla, and I’m ready to start the rest of our life together.”
Isla sits there with her lips parted but says nothing. I huff a laugh and buckle up, pulling out of the parking spot and heading home. Her silence is a little unnerving, so much so that my head plays through scenarios of her leaving because I’ve scared her off. My fingers strum on the steering wheel to the beat of the music. I make the left turn and then the right into the parking garage. I pull the SUV into my spot next to my motorcycle and cut the engine.
“Please say something, Isla. You being so quiet is kind of freaking me out right now.” Looking straight ahead, I swallow hard and take a deep breath. “Are you gonna run?”
“What?” She grabs my arm and turns me to face her. “No,Kai. I’ve been trying to come up with a way to break it to my dad that you’re gonna be his son-in-law and stepson.”
“So… You want to get married then?” I kiss her hand and look at her left ring finger. “Do you want an engagement ring? Or do you wanna skip straight to the wedding band?”
“Can I have both?”
“Princess, you can have whatever you want. I know I was just going to have mine tattooed on, so even when I take the physical one off to play, I’ll still have one on.” I hold up my left hand and wiggle my fingers. “Just another tattoo dedicated to you.”
We get out of the car and start grabbing bags out of the back and head towards the elevator.
“Wait,” she says as the doors close and the lift starts upwards. “Another tattoo? You have tattoos for me.”
“Yep.” I pop the p and smirk, staring at the doors. “I’ll show them to you later.” Turning to give her a playful wink.
Once inside the apartment, I put the mountain of bags I carried in on the counter. “You put stuff away and I’ll grab the stuff and bring it up.”
“You sure you don’t want me to help?” She follows me to the door, leaning against the frame.
“Nah. I’d rather you start on this… naked, preferably… That way, when it’s done, I can have my way with you, wife-to-be.” I kiss the tip of her nose and head toward the elevator and step inside, waving as the doors close.
After two trips to the car, I finally have everything. The elevator dings and the doors slide open. I step into the hallway and see that our door is no longer propped open.Oh… hopefully a naughty little sister is waiting for me, naked.I turn the knob and drop the last bag to the floor.
Isla isn’t completelynaked.
Honestly, this might be even better.
Isla’s bent over the edge of the counter. No panties, but wearing my Coyotes jersey, unbuttoned and sans bra.
Pull yourself together, Kai. Wipe the drool from your face.
“Whatcha doin’, Princess?” Crossing the space between us and moving behind her. I grab the hem of my tank top and pull it over my head, tossing it on the island in front of her.
“I know you said you wanted me naked, but—” She leans forward and the jersey rides up, putting her bare ass on display. “Since I’m guessing you’ve never gotten to experience fucking a girl while she wears your name across her back, I figured why not check that off the list?”
