Reed:What do you think? Too much?
I gawked at the picture he had included. He was dressed in a tight sundress that clung to his body. All the blood in my body rushed south. The color matched his eyes perfectly, but the way his shoulders and arms looked had me nearly coming in my pants.
Cole:Buy it.
Reed:Ezra made this. He said I could have it. I don’t know. I’m not sure if it’s me or not. I’ve never been into dresses or anything.
Cole:Trust me when I tell you that you look sexy AF in that dress, baby. I want to peel it from your body while I devour that sinful mouth.
When he didn’t text me back right away, I glanced up to find Asher smirking down at me. “Am I interrupting?”
“What? No, I was texting my dad.” I flipped my phone over so the notifications wouldn’t pop up. “Have a seat.” I motioned for him to sit down.
Asher snorted. “Do you normally blush when you text your father?”
“Fuck off, Andrews, I wasn’t blushing,” I grunted. I totally was.
He threw back his head and laughed. “Okay, Little Whitaker.” He banged his knuckles against the table. “You’re good, you know. At hockey.”
“Th—Thank you.” I tried to play it cool, but I was screaming internally. Asher Andrews thought I was a good hockey player. Asher fucking Andrews. He was one of the most respected players of the game from Boston. I knew his number would hang from the rafters someday.
He took a sip of his iced coffee. “You skated circles around most of us today. Whatever you’re doing back in Boston is working. Keep it up.”
“Uh, thank you. Again.” I wasn’t sure what else I could say. “What are you going to do now that you’ve retired?”
Asher glanced at his own cell briefly, then answered me. “I’m coaching a local high school team. I’m not sure if I’ll be good at it, but I don’t care. I get to come home to Saint every day, and that’s all that matters. The roadies won’t be like they used to be.” He jutted his chin toward my phone when it went off. “You can check that. I’m sure it’s Reed. The WAGs are having a field day today.”
I flipped my phone over and nearly swallowed my own tongue at the picture Reed sent me this time. He was wearing a pair of black panties and nothing else. Holy fuck. My boyfriend was hot.
Cole:Keep that one.
Reed:Already planned on it.
When I looked back at Asher, he was smiling at me. “You’re serious about him.”
“Like a heart attack.” I locked my phone.
His face grew serious. “Don’t fuck it up, okay? Take good care of Reed. Because I didn’t do that with Saint, and I nearly lost him. I love him more than life, and I would die if I hurt him again. He’s everything to me.”
“Reed is everything to me, too, Asher. I plan to keep him for as long as he’ll have me.” My throat grew tight as I thought about what my life would be like without him now that he’d been a huge part of these past few weeks. “I’ll love him until he tells me to stop.” Which I hoped would never happen.
Chapter Eighteen
Reed
Iwas stuffed full of sugar and coffee as I held my bag of clothes tightly against my body. I had so much fun with the WAGs today. I had never hung out with Matthias, Holt, Seth, or Saint before in such a small capacity. They were so different from their partners. But I suppose that old saying that opposites attract was true, because I felt like Cole and I were complete opposites that were meant to be together.
“Are you going to wear this for Cole tonight?” Ezra squeezed my hand.
Ezra was someone I was probably never going to get used to. He was so bold and brash that sometimes I blushed when he spoke to me. Especially when he said things like that.
“I might, yes.” I couldn’t even look at him.
“Boo, no need to be shy about it. I wear sexy panties for CC all the time. Sometimes he gets so excited that he rips them right in half. If making things like that wasn’t my job, I would be furious,” Ezra assured me. “It’s a shame about the makeup, though. You have beautiful cheekbones. You should show them off.”
I wore enough of makeup while I was performing. I didn’t want to wore it all the time. And I didn’t like the feeling of the foundation against my skin. I couldn’t scrub it from my face fast enough. “While I appreciate that, it’s still a no for me.”
“Understatement.” Matthias chuckled from the front seat. “I let them gussy me up for one dinner with Killian, and I won’t dothat again. While I felt beautiful and my husband couldn’t keep his hands off me, I prefer all natural.”