I smile at the phone, damn near running into the wall.
Me: You're from Minnesota?
Kingston: Born and raised on a soybean farm. Even played in Minnesota for a few years before I got traded to the Knights.
Me: Do you miss it?
Kingston: Less since I met you.
I groan out loud, shaking my head. As soon as I think maybe he's normal, he says something like that. I like it way more than I should…and that's dangerous.
He doesn't even know me.
Me: Whatever you're after here, you aren't going to get, Kingston. I wish you'd stop trying.
Kingston: Who says I'm after anything, baby? Maybe I just want to get to know my future wife.
Me: We are NOT getting married.
Kingston: We are. You'll see.
Kingston: You're going to fall for me, Evie. I'm not giving up until you do.
I read his message twice, my heart pounding. For a moment—just a split second really—I let myself wonder if he actually means it, if that's really what he's after here.
"Nope," I growl, dropping my phone onto the island. "No way." I'm not letting myself fall for that. I can't, not if I want to survive this man with my heart intact. He's dangerous, for a lot of reasons that it's far too damn early to even think about right now.
Instead, I do the smart thing.
I close out of our chat, determined not to open it again.
Chapter Four
Kingston
"Evie," I groan, onefist wrapped around my cock, the other planted against the shower wall. Images of her play behind my eyes like a fucking movie. She's on her knees, staring up at me with those blue eyes, a dangerous smirk on her face, her hair a mess.
Goddamn, she's beautiful.
I've been obsessed with that photo she sent me for three days now. She'd probably kill me if she knew how many times I've jerked off to it, but that hasn't stopped me, either.
I squeeze tighter, working my fist up and down my shaft. Her name rumbles from my lips in a loud groan as my balls draw up.
I come hard, my seed splashing against the wall.
"Fuck," I pant, locking my legs to keep myself upright. "Fuck."
I'm losing my mind. There's no other way to put it. I've been messaging her at every opportunity for the last three days. She hasn't messaged back since I told her we were getting married, but I know she's reading them.
I can wait her out. I'm a patient motherfucker.
I quickly scrub up, wash my cum from the wall, and then climb from the shower to grab a towel. It's not even fully around my waist before I'm reaching for my phone to message her again.
My goddamn legs nearly give out when I see a notification from her.
Evie: A reporter asked me about you today.
Me: What'd you say, princess?