Chapter Twenty-Two
*WYLIE
“Babe,” Levi calls out when he enters the apartment.
“Right here.” I’m in my chair where I’ve been working on a drawing for Patty all day. I was struggling with the angle, but after staring at her vagina for two hours straight, I figured it out.
“Oh.” Levi laughs and kicks off his shoes before walking up to me with a gift bag in hand.
They got home from their away game late last night and had to report to the stadium today for some light training. Levi texted me from the ice bath, explaining to me the anatomy of his man parts and how they shrunk into nothing while he iced his body.
Something I didn’t need to read, but it was entertaining to say the least.
The one thing that Levi never fails to do is make me laugh or roll my eyes, and he’s done a lot of that in the past few days. He hasn’t let me sulk or question. Instead, he’s made me feel loved and protected—cherished—like he does every day.
He leans and cups my cheek before kissing me on the lips. “You smell fucking amazing.”
I smile. “Thank you. Sandie brought me a new perfume because she thought I needed some cheering up.”
“Well, tell her thank you.” He sniffs along my neck. “Jesus Christ, that is . . . that’s making me hard.”
I chuckle and set my iPad down. “I think I can take care of that for you,” I say as I move my hand between us, but he stops me.
“Hold that thought.” He holds up the gift bag. “I got you something.”
“You did?” I take the bag from him and ask, “Is it that vibrator we were looking at the other day?”
“No, but I did order it, and it’s been shipped. Counting down the days for that to arrive.” He taps the bag. “This will be better, though.”
“Better than the Magician? That’s what it was called, right?”
He nods his head. “Yup, better than the Magician.”
“How could anything be better than the Magician?” I open the bag and look inside to find a jersey. “Levi,” I say on a gasp as I pull it out. A full-on Agitators—women’s cut—jersey and on the back . . . it says Posey. I squeeze the shirt to my chest in a hug and say, “Oh my God, I love it. Thank you.”
“There’s one more thing.” He nods at the bag, so I look inside.
At the bottom is a ticket. I pull it out, and it’s for tomorrow’s game. “What’s this?” I ask.
He takes my hand. “Will you cheer me on at tomorrow’s game officially as my girlfriend?”
“Are you serious?” I ask.
He nods. “Yes. Dead serious. I want you there, representing me. I want to look up in the stands and see your face. No more hiding, no more secrets. Tomorrow, I want it to be about us.”
I tilt my head to the side as I stare at the most handsome, caring, and loving man I’ve ever met. “Yes, Levi, of course I will.”
A large smile spreads across his face as he loops his hand behind my head and brings me in for a kiss. When he pulls away, he says, “Winnie and Ollie will be sitting next to you. Everyone knows who they are, so if people see you between them with my jersey on your back, it’s like announcing to the world that you’re mine.” He lifts my wrist and kisses my bracelets.
“Possessive much?” I tease.
“When it comes to you . . . yes.”
Then he lifts me and carries me to the dining room table, where he spreads me out.
“Now, excuse me while I feast.” He pulls down my pants and thong. “I’m fucking starving.”
“Haveyou ever been to a game before?” Winnie asks.
“Did you really just ask her that?” Ollie says while we carry our pretzels and drinks down to our seats. “She’s the coach’s daughter. Of course she’s been to a game.”
“I meant as Posey’s girl. Maybe she hasn’t, you don’t know,” Winnie counters as she shuffles down our row and finds our three seats. “She could have been banned from all games like she was banned from all penises on the ice.”
“And look how that turned out,” Ollie says with a wink.
I chuckle. “Yes, I’ve been to several games, but I’ve never sat three rows back, and I’ve never cheered on a boyfriend.”