Page 24 of MOM

"Awesome. And be sure to congratulate Rocky for me."

"Oh, I will."

He makes a gagging sound he has no idea is totally on point and laughs before disappearing into the crowd.

I rush over to the backstage area, the smell of chemical tan and menthol rub strong in the air. Rocky is already showered and dressed, looking amazing in a washed-black zip hoodie, slate tech joggers, and clean black runners.

The best thing he's wearing, though? That'd be his smile.

I leap into his arms. He catches me easily because to him, I weigh next to nothing. "Congratulations."

"Thanks, baby." He holds on to me so tight, like he never wants to let me go.

We kiss, and I can feel his joy and elation humming through me.

I draw back slightly, cradling his face in my hands. "You ready to do the thing?"

He nods and lowers me onto the ground. "Sure."

He says goodbye to a few of the other competitors, bearhugs his coach, Rasmus, who is positively beaming, and then we head off.

It's fall, and even though the air is cooler, it's still a typical sunny, gorgeous day in LA as we drive down Sunset Boulevard.

There are two things I love doing at night with Rocky.

One is being his dirty little slut as he fucks me mercilessly in every room of the apartment we moved into together a few weeks ago.

The other is watching him crochet on the sofa while I read my smutty MM romances. How else do you think I come up with thefilthiestideas?

Over the past two months, Rocky has been crocheting a collection of whimsical animal beanies in soft pastels—lavender elephants with floppy ears, mint green frogs with googly eyes, and sunshine yellow ducks complete with tiny orange beaks. Today, he's going to deliver them to the Children’s Hospital Los Angeles.

He pulls into the parking lot, does a slow loop, then slips into a free bay.

"What do you feel like doing after we're done?" Rocky asks, turning to face me. I don't have to say anything. My smirk speaks volume. Rocky reads me like a book, chuckling low and deep. "Why are you always extra horny after I compete?"

"You complaining?"

"Never."

"Good." I lift my shoulder. "What can I say? Winning turns me on."

"What about the BBA crew?"

I look at him funny. "Theydon'tturn me on."

Rocky laughs. "No, I mean Kynan mentioned something about a group hang at his and Sawyer's place."

"I told him we'd drop by a bit later."

Rocky takes my hand in his, swiping his thumb over the top of my palm. "I don't think we'll be doing that."

"Oh?"

He sees right through my innocent act. "We're going into the vortex, baby, and we're not going to be out forhours."

Heat engulfs my chest as I stare into the eyes of the man I love more and more each day. The man who satisfies me sexually like no one ever has. The man who's shown me I possess more strength than I thought I was capable of. The man who makes me feel beautiful and safe and cherished every single day.

"I love you so much, Rocky."

He smiles, pressing the tip of his nose against mine. "I love you, too, baby. Now let's go inside and drop this off so we can get home and I can ravage my dirty little slut."