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Ah. See? A shirtless Wes climbing into my lap is just the kind of celebration I’d been planning tonight. I pull him in with both hands.
He smiles into our kiss. “Maybe the pizzas I ordered will be a little late.”
“Mmm,” I agree, running my hands over his tatted biceps. “Pizza takes time.” I tug on his leg until he straddles me properly.
“Congratulations on your win,” he says between tongue-tangling kisses.
“What am I winning?” I tease, my hand coasting over his ass. “This?”
“Maybe,” he grunts, kissing my neck. “If we have ti—”
The doorbell rings.
“WESMIE!” shouts Blake from right outside our door. “This fucking picture! I got a print and a frame! It’sepic!” The sound of a giant fist pounding on our door is deafening.
We both groan.
“Stop makin’ out on the couch and open this door!” There’s another sound. A jingle. “Never mind, I got my key.” The door bumps open a second later, and Blake’s silly grin appears in the doorway. “Ooh, wine. Pour me a glass? Look at this!” Blake holds up a framed photo.
I get up and maneuver around the coffee table so that I can see it better. The photo shows me in full goalie gear, brow furrowed, getting my glove on Wes’s shot. The WESLEY on the back of his jersey is just visible to the right.
Blake has somehow put a speech bubble over my head that says, “NOPE!”
I bust out laughing. Because itisepic. There is no better word.
“Did you guys order some food or something?” Blake asks. “It’s time to put the chow in the mow. And Jessie’s working the night shift.”
Wes and I exchange a glance. I nod.
“How does pizza sound?” Wes says with a sigh.
“Awesome. I’ll just get myself a wine glass.”
“Thanks for being so good about all this,” I tell Wes.
“About what? You getting your dream job? How else would I act other than fucking thrilled?”
“I mean, thanks for putting up with how moody I was over this job stress.” I sit back down on the couch and put my feet in Wes’s lap. “The Head Coach needs a foot rub.”
“I thought I was theheadcoach in this relationship.” He gives me a sleazy wink.
“You can show me later,” I agree with a lewd grin.
“TMI!” Blake crows from behind the counter.
We both glance in his direction at the same time. And then back at each other. “Teach him a lesson?” Wes whispers.
“Yup,” I agree.
And then we lunge for each other. Wes wraps his strong arms around me and dives into the kiss, sliding me onto the couch and then dropping his firm body over mine.
It’s supposed to be a joke. But the second Wes’s lips find mine, it’s not all that funny anymore. I love this man, and I am so fucking lucky to have him in my life.
“Cheezus!” Blake yells. “No tongues! Aw,dudes. Well, I’m choosin’ the TV channel. It’s going to be something Canadian AF. Like the ice fishing championships.”
Blake babbles on, but it’s just background noise now. Eventually he joins us in the living room and we quit making out, but I can feel Wes’s hungry gaze on me as I sip my wine, and I know we’ll be all over each other again once our friend leaves. But for now, we let the anticipation build and contentourselves with the wine and the company and the joy of just being together.
Life is good.
No, it’sepic.
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