“We’ll figure out some dates that would work with my schedule and then run it by you,” my dad says. “The boys will be thrilled to see you again, Indie.”
“Yeah. I can’t wait to see them too.” The softness of Indie’s tone blankets my bones. Tonight has gone better than I could have hoped. And now I have a summer trip with my girlfriend to look forward to.
We can’t rewrite that summer after senior year, but we can create new memories so bright that they chase some of its shadows away.
thirty-six
INDIGO
Wakingup in Sebastian Navarro’s arms will never cease to be magical. He’s somehow both firm and soft, the dips in his muscles the perfect places to rest my cheek and hands. He is strength and tenderness, an escape and home.
“Mmm.” Hot breath fans across my forehead. “Morning, sweetheart.”
“Morning.” Not ready to let him go and get up for the day, I hold tighter to his waist and press my body closer, molding the softness of my curves to the firm planes of him. We don’t have long together this morning since the team has to leave for game three against Edmonton, and once we leave the warmth of this bed, the timer has started.
Bash’s arms tighten around me, and my stomach flutters when he inhales deeply, his face buried in my hair.
“Are you sniffing me?”
“Yep. Wish I could bottle you and take you with me on the road.” He shifts, causing his hardness to press into my lower belly, and heat floods me.
“I wish you could pack me in your suitcase and take me with.”
“You know, I could try to buy you and Lola tickets.” He groans on the last word as I reach down and palm his length. “Fuck, baby.”
“Lola doesn’t have her passport, and I don’t want you spending that kind of money.” I kiss his chest and slip my hand beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. His dick jumps as I wrap my fingers around the length of his shaft, enjoying the silky feel of his skin against mine.
“I don’t care about money. Only you.” He groans again, his hips angling toward me as I stroke and squeeze him. “Jesus, Indie. Feels so good.”
“Good. I’m going to send you off the right way.” My heart hammers in my chest and my mouth waters as I move to my knees and drag the boxers off Bash’s hips. He lifts off the mattress to make it easier for me, leaving him completely naked and hard before me.
He’s perfection.
I wish I wasn’t aware of the way my stomach rolls and bulges when I bend over him. I wish I wasn’t worried that he’s distracted by my dimpled ass as I stick out my tongue and run it around his crown. He thinks I’m beautiful. He likes my body. Every single time he touches me or sees me, he tells me that. But the cruel words people have written about me play softly in the background of my thoughts, and I fucking hate it.
I don’t want to be this person anymore.
“God, baby, look at you. So pretty.” He gasps when I take him into my mouth and suck. “Fuck. So perfect, sucking my cock.”
When his fingers tangle in my hair, I hum around him. The sharp little bite of pain when he fists it overrides the critical voices that have become my own. It’s perfect.
“More,” I mumble around him.
His hips buck, making me gag. “Shit. Sorry, baby. What do you want more of?”
“Pull my hair,” I say, gasping as I pull off of him and meet his eyes. They’re hooded and dark, watching me like I’m the most beautiful sight he’s ever beheld.
“You sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. And I kind of like a little pain.” I suck in a breath, hesitating. “It gets me out of my head.”
Sebastian’s eyes go soft, and he strokes his free hand over my cheeks while the other tightens in my hair. “Okay. But if it’s too much, you tell me, understand? I never want to hurt you.”
Of course, he doesn’t. He never did, did he?
I’m the one who hurt us both.
I nod, keeping eye contact as I lower my head and take him into my mouth again. The way Bash’s eyes flutter makes me so damn wet. He’s always so steady and controlled, watching him lose himself in the pleasure I’m giving is addictive, and I make it my mission to help him lose control.