She growls, frustrated. “I already told you. I’m taking a leave of absence. Because there’s no way you and I can both get to class while juggling the boys’ feedings and naps. I know you don’t want to do long-distance next year when you’re drafted, but I’m going to have to stay here one more semester to wrap things up.”
Over my dead body.
There’s no damn way I’m going to be apart from Magnolia. But I don’t say that because my woman doesn’t like black and white declarations, and there’s no need to trigger her to commit a crime before the holidays.
“Well, I have an idea,” I say casually.
“I’m all ears.” She groans at the wet spot on her t-shirt. “And tits, apparently.”
Gorgeous, round tits that I’d love to shove in my mouth, but I don’t say that either. “I’m done with classes.”
“Ugh, I know. If I have to take one more basic class I forgot to do freshman year, I’m going to scream.”
“No, I mean, I’m done with classes. I’ll hold off on the graduation ceremony until May, but as soon as we wrap up the playoffs, I’ll watch the boys and train for the spring combine while you finish your senior year.”
She sits at the edge of the bed, her eyes wide. Opens her mouth. Closes it. Shakes her head. “What about your scholarship and eligibility and all that?”
“The last game takes place before second semester kicks off, and I don’t need any more scholarship money if I’m done playing.” I shrug. “I worked it out with Santos. He gave me some great ideas for getting through the next few months.”
I’m a dumbass for not talking to him sooner.
“Oh, one more thing. Ben’s loaning me a little money. It should get us through the next few months. I need to help my parents with meds for Gramps, and we can use the rest for the property taxes. I had Ben put it in writing because I don’t want him to think I’ll fuck this off.” Maggie has been doing a lot of freelance work for Sienna, and between that and Cam and Billy renting two rooms that they barely sleep in, we should be able to afford our day-to-day living expenses and some payments on those hospital bills.
I have to hold off on buying Maggie a new car, but that’s my first purchase if I’m drafted. I hate seeing her struggle with the twins’ car seats in her ridiculously small two-door Ford Focus. I’d sell my truck now to buy her something nicer if I thought I could get anything for it.
Maggie hops off the bed and throws her arms around me. “I can’t believe you did all of this. It’s amazing, Olly. Thank you.”
“I told you we’d figure out a way for you to graduate on time.” I kiss the top of her head.
She slips out of my arms to peek at the boys and then back at me. “Think we could sneak away for twenty minutes?”
“Probably have a fifty-fifty shot of pulling that off.”
“That’s a chance I’d like to take.” She turns on the mobile over the crib, grabs my hand, reaches for a baby monitor, and tugs me into the bathroom. “We gotta be quick, though.”
It’s been so long since I’ve gotten any action, at first I don’t understand why she’s unbuttoning my jeans. “You can have sex?”
“Yes! Dr. Perkins says I’m good to go.” She pumps her fist. “I bought lube and everything. ’Cause sometimes women can’t get wet after having a baby. Did you know that? I didn’t.”
That sounds like a challenge to me if ever I heard one. I grab her cute round ass and prop her up on the vanity. “First of all, this is gonna take longer than twenty minutes. Second, let’s see if I can get you wet the old-fashioned way before we break out any products.”
She giggles. “Is there a third?”
“Yup. Gotta be quiet.”
And then I throw down a folded towel and drop to my knees.
72
MAGGIE
Olly stares up at me with a devilish grin as he slides off my pajama bottoms and panties. “Put your feet on my shoulders.”
His deep voice is a growl that sends shivers all over me. I follow his directions until I realize how much I’m putting on display.
As his attention heads south, I put my hand between my legs. “It might look different. I squeezed out two babies.”
He nips my finger, and I jump with a giggle. But his antics work, and I start to relax. Slowly, I remove my hand. He returns his attention to the apex of my legs. “Looks like a pretty pussy to me.” His eyes go dark. “One I really want to fuck.”
