Page 59 of One Baby Daddy
The last thing I need is for James to start running his mouth about my hectic life, especially during the season, and spook Adalyn, because that would happen. She’s already on edge about what will happen to us when the season starts up, me being in Phily while she’s in Binghamton. I don’t need any added pressure coming from James.
From the nightstand, my phone buzzes with a text message. Giving Adalyn her space and time to get ready, I answer the text message.
Calder:Dude, haven’t heard from you in a few weeks. The only reason I know you’re alive is because your mom sent me an email with a picture of you, your brothers, and a girl . . .
Leave it to my mom. Calder got attached to her weekly update emails she sends to family and friends. How did that happen? Easy, she took a picture of us after one of our games, asked for his email to send the picture, and now he gets the weekly emails. He thinks it’s hilarious, loves keeping up with the Holmes. He’s told me more than once that getting the Holmes email at the end of the week is one of his favorite things ever. Sometimes he knows more about my family than I do.
The fucker.
Hayden:Yeah about that . . .
Calder:Yeah, about that. Who is she, man? She’s hot.
Hayden: Uh, she’s my girlfriend.
Calder:I’m sorry, I think I read that wrong. You just said she’s your girlfriend.
Hayden:You read that right. We’re in NYC right now, about to go to Hamilton.
Calder:What are the chances . . . we’re in NYC too. Shea is with my brother, the saint, and I’m treating Rachel out. Let’s meet up for drinks. I want to warn this girl.
Hayden:You’re still tracking my iPhone, aren’t you? You’re stalking me.
Calder:Family and friends, dude. Don’t give me the goods if you don’t want me periodically stalking you.
Hayden:Your crush on me is getting out of control.
Calder:Feed my craving. Meet us after Hamilton. I’ll get us a VIP spot and send you the details. Sound good?
Hayden:Fine, but keep your embarrassing stories about me to yourself.
Calder:That’s cute . . . see you soon.
The door to the bathroom opens, light shining from behind a curvy silhouette. My breath hitches when my eyes adjust to the light, and I can make out Adalyn’s figure. Dressed in a long-sleeved black dress that comes to mid-thigh, hair loosely pinned up, she looks . . . fuck, she looks so damn good. Light makeup, heavy mascara on her long, thick eyelashes, and a pop of red on her plump lips. Smoothing out her dress, she looks at me, her sweet seductive smile capturing me.
I rub the back of my neck, my body humming, my need for her becoming all-consuming.
“Would you mind zipping up the back of my dress?” She walks toward me, her flowery scent floating in my direction, spiking my yearning into overdrive.
“Uh, yeah . . . sure.”
She turns around, and looks over her shoulder. The back of her dress is completely open, the zipper undone to just above the curve of her beautifully round ass.
Shit, all that smooth, tan skin, covered by nothing but the velvety fabric of the dress. Is she wearing underwear? She’s not wearing a bra and I see no panty line.
Clearing my throat, I ask, “Are you wearing underwear, Adalyn?”
From over her shoulder, she smiles shyly. “Yes, it’s small though.”
Of course it is. Why wouldn’t it be?
Not being able to stop myself, I take a second to float my fingertips up her spine. From the initial touch, her back arches and a small gasp releases from her lips, but before I can think about stopping, she melts into my touch. Stepping closer, I place my hand on the back of her hip, my thumb pressing into her ass while the other hand explores the bare expanse of her back. Her head falls to my shoulder. Her lips part, and when I snake to the front of her dress, her breath hitches.
Eyes closed, I take in ragged breaths, my fingers inching closer and closer to her front, my cock painfully hard.
It’s been so goddamn long—and being with Adalyn has only spurred on my need—but I want to make sure we’re in a good place before we commit to anything. I want to make sure she’s ready emotionally because the minute I bury myself deep inside her, I know there will be no turning back.She will be mine forever.
But maybe for now, I can have a little touch . . .
