Dirty Toe Drag (Nashville Assassins Next Generation 6)

Our kisses are demanding, hot, and I feel them everywhere. She tastes sweet, like strawberries, and I want more and more of her. I want everything. She reaches for my shirt, tugging at it, but I stop her, unfortunately pulling back, much to our dismay.

She meets my eyes. I could come at the sight of how hot and dark they are, but I can see the disappointment in her eyes. “Why are you stopping me?”

I smile, growling against her lips. “I don’t want to. Believe me.”

“But?”

I chuckle lightly against her lips, kissing her top one, nipping it a bit as I gaze into her eyes. “But…” I draw out, my heart beating in my chest. “I promised Aiden I would tell him something was going on before I slept with you.”

“Why would you promise that?”

I scoff. “Honestly, I didn’t think I would get this chance again. You’re way out of my league.”

She rolls her eyes. “Shut up, Wes.”

I grin, kissing her once more. “I don’t feel right doing this without Aiden knowing.”

“I’d rather my brother not know about my sex life,” she says dryly, and I can tell she’s all hot and bothered.

Same, Stella. Same.

“I couldn’t agree more, but I want to respect his wishes. And while I know I’ve asked you to be mine, I want to do right by him.”

She exhales heavily, eyeing me. “You’re lucky you are worth the wait.”

I grin. “That’s my line, my spectacular Stella.”

She leans into me. “I can’t get enough of you.”

I hold her close, sliding my nose along hers, our lips grazing each other’s. “Again, my stellar Stella, that’s my line.”

Her lips capture mine, and as I get lost in our kisses, I think I may need to call Aiden once I drop Stella off.

Because I don’t think I can resist her much longer.

Chapter Twenty

Wes

The relief is all over Aiden’s face, and to be honest, I feel him. Deeply. It’s been a long few days, waiting for the results. Of course, Aiden doesn’t accept anything but the best, so they made sure to go to Vanderbilt for a specialist. Perks of being a hockey player’s wife—and general manager of the team—Shelli got in pretty quickly. Thankfully, because I don’t think Aiden could have handled a wait.

“They thought the baby had spina bifida, but it was a shadow from something else. Or at least, that’s what they’re saying now. Shelli is convinced the girl didn’t know what she was talking about. She was new, and I think they were trying to cover up her mistake. But nevertheless, the baby is healthy, and things are normal.”

I let out a long breath, like him, relief flooding me. Boon mirrors us, but unlike me, he is actually able to tape up his shin guards and get ready for our game. We lost Monday, but we’re hoping for a comeback tonight. Everyone is in high spirits since after, we have two days off. Plus, it’s a Friday and Saturday, and that hasn’t happened since November. It also means we’re about to go on one hell of a road trip. Eight games. It’s going to be a doozy, and I’m going to miss the shit out of Stella.

“That’s absolutely insane and so fucking scary, dude,” I say, shaking my head. “I’m glad the baby is okay.”

“Hell yeah. That’s some shit,” Boon says, moving on to his other leg. “I don’t know how you guys got any sleep.”

“I didn’t. I made Shelli sleep, but I couldn’t. I was scared shitless. Hell, I’m still scared,” Aiden admits, and the fear is still all over his face. “What if they read it wrong again and something is up? I’d rather know now and prepare.”

“I’d feel the same,” I agree, but I don’t think Aiden hears me.

“This parent shit is wack, and the kid isn’t even here yet. Also, I didn’t realize how Shelli’s emotions feed into mine. I was carrying her fear, my fear, my parents’… It was terrifying.”

I can’t imagine. “I bet, dude. But hey, it’s all good. Baby is good. Shelli is good. Everything is good.”

He nods, but I can see the apprehension on his face. Pretty sure I’d be the same. Worse probably. When Boon is dressed, he gets up to stretch in his gear. He’s the only one I know to do this, but then, we’re all odd like that. We all have our own quirks when it comes to pregame. Aiden always goes left-to-right when it comes to putting on his stuff. I go right-to-left, and I also don’t tape until everything is on. Aiden and Boon tape as they go. We’re a bunch of weirdos, but hey, it works for us.

“Hey, did you want to get lunch tomorrow?” Aiden asks then, and my heart stops in my chest. I hate to say it, but I’m scared to tell him. Not that I wasn’t before, but things are so good between Stella and me. We spend the days texting, and when she works, I go to Brooks to hang out. If she’s not working, we go out.