Page 83 of Play the Last Card
Ivy makes me smile, and laugh, and enjoy my downtime.
I used to spend it watching game tape and waiting for the next practice, the next game. Now? Now all I want is to go home and see my girl.
Which is why I am racing off the team plane and to the parking lot the moment we land back in Boston from New York. We defeated the New York city team 54 to 36 in a Sunday lunchtime game which means we are home in time for a late dinner.
Before, I would’ve gone to a bar with Flynn and some of the guys to watch the Sunday Night game. Now the decision to blow them off is an easy one.
I slide into the driver’s side of my Mercedes SUV and as soon as my phone connects, I tap on Ivy’s name on the screen.
“Hi,” her breathy voice answers and it sends a jolt of heat straight to my groin. Damn it. Forty-eight hours away from her and I get hard just hearing her voice.
“Hey, you.” I clear my throat, turning out of the parking lot and heading towards her place. It’s become my unofficial home and if I didn’t think she’d totally freak out, I would just suggest we move in together already.
“How was the game, you guys win? Land okay?” There’s a small pang of hurt that she asks if we won. It means she hadn’t watched the game, again.
Part of me had hoped that after the one she watched with Billy not too long ago would get her over her irrational fear of watching me play or whatever it is that stops her.
I guess I was wrong. I try not to let my voice sound too disappointed as I reply to her. “Yep. 54 to 36, was a decent game. I’m on my way to yours now.”
“Oh …” There’s some shuffling and I can hear someone talking in the background. I listen closer and when I make out the sound of music, my heart starts to thump. She’s out? Since when does my girl go out on a Sunday?
Normally, I wouldn’t care less that she’d gone out with Katie or some friends but I just got back and it’s not like she’ll let me meet up with them at the bar.
“Ives? You there?” I ask after she doesn’t answer.
“Yeah. Yep, sorry.” She sounds out of breath.
“You okay?”
“I’m at Pats,” she replies. A small smile tweaks the side of my mouth upwards remembering the old fashion sports bar where we first met. “Let’s go to yours tonight?”
“My place? We never stay at mine,” I say but I’m already changing lanes on the highway, preparing to make my way home for the first time in a week. If that’s where she wants to be then that’s where we’ll be.
“I’m already here and I can’t be bothered to get an Uber home now.” I can hear the smile in her voice as she says quietly into the phone. “Besides, you have those big windows and the view and I think they could be a lot of fun given the right circumstances.”
Yep. My dick is definitely hard now.
“Fuck me, Ivy.” I reach down to adjust as I take the exit to my apartment. “I’ll be there in fifteen.”
“I’ll tell Katie I’m leaving,” she giggles. “Then I willfuck you.”
I groan as she hangs up.
***
She flings her arms around my neck the moment I open my front door and all bets are off. I fuck her up against the giant, floor to ceiling windows. It doesn’t matter that the sun only just set or that we barely say hello to one another before I rip her jeans down her legs.
Eventually we make it to bed, tangled amongst the sheets and breathing heavily.
“I missed you,” Ivy murmurs into my neck, her face hidden. I look down at her and press a kiss into her hair.
“Missed you, too,” I say. My hands trace a path over her skin and I feel her shiver beneath my touch. She’s so damn responsive to me. My stomach growls and interrupts the silence that’s fallen between us. She laughs, dropping her hand to my abs.
“Sorry. I haven't really eaten yet after the game.”
“We better get some food into you then,” she says. Ivy sits up, throwing her legs over the side of the bed. Her hair falls over her shoulder and down her back.
I reach out, twirling a piece around my fingers. She turns her head to look at me with a smile playing on her lips. I sit up and shift in behind her. My dick is semi-hard again and pressing up against her back but I don’t care. I curl my fingers around the curtain of her hair and pull it to the side, pressing my lips against her pulse point.