Phillip looked over at Claire. “It’s up to you. I can pick you up in the morning.”
“Awesome, thanks!” she gushed before leaning over and kissing him on the cheek. He froze as they got out the car, waving at him as they walked up to the house. He wanted until they were in the house before pulling out of the driveway, still shocked that Claire had showed affection to him. It was mind-blowing, but in a great way. With a huge smile, he headed up the road, dialing Reese’s number.
“Please, tell me that that was a joke on the TV, and that you didn’t just pull your tooth out at the game.”
Phillip chuckled before saying, “Nope, I got hit. They were about to keep me out the game and I wasn’t going, so I just pulled it.”
“Oh my god, that is insane, but holy fuck it turned me on. So cavemanish. So hot.”
He chuckled, his cock coming to life in his athletic shorts. “Well, I guess I look like a caveman now with my missing tooth.”
“Nah, you’re hotter than a caveman.”
“Nice to know,” he said with a chuckle. “What are you doing?”
“Lying in bed with a tub of Ben and Jerry’s, watching a movie.”
“What movie?”
“Only the greatest chick flick ever known to man, Easy A.”
“Never seen it, I’m coming over.”
She laughed. “Not even going to ask?”
He smiled as he pulled into her driveway. “Can I come up, eat ice cream with you, watch the movie, and then proceed to make you come countless times?”
She paused for a moment and a grin grew across his face as her voice dropped an octave.
“Yes, yes, I think you can.”
Reese was excited to see him.
She had been worried when he got hit with the puck. For once she was nervous, scared even, but there he was, standing in all his gorgeous glory with a big, toothless grin on his face.
“Am I still hot?”
She giggled. “Yes, of course.”
“Good, I’m still going to the team dentist tomorrow,” he said, walking by her, smacking her ass in the process.
“I think it gives you character.”
“Yeah a goofy, weirdo character.” He paused, his brow coming up as he asked, “Is that my shirt?”
She looked down at his Assassins’ sweatshirt and then back at him, a shy grin on her face. “Maybe, or it could be one of your teammates shirts,” she teased.
His eyes darkened as he scooped her up in his arms, kissing her fully on the lips. Holding her against him, he smacked her ass, causing her to scream out as he grinned against her lips. He bit at her bottom lip before demanding, “Take it back.”
She giggled, pushing away, but there was no moving out of Phillip Anderson’s arms unless he wanted you to. “No!”
He smacked her again, his grin falling as his eyes grew darker. Pure, hot lust settled deep in her stomach as he said, “Now.”
“You can’t make me.”
His head fell to the side, and she knew she was in trouble.
And she was beyond excited.
“Fine,” he said, letting her go and dropping to the couch. She stood with her arms out as she watched him reach for her popcorn and ice cream, acting as if he hadn’t just started her engines and then slammed on the brakes.
“What the hell?”
He looked up at her innocently. “What?”
“Um, aren’t you going to make me do it? Smack my ass some more, pull my hair, fuck the living shit out of me?”
He chuckled. “I would have, but I figured you can go ask the guy that gave you his shirt to do that.”
She glared. “Jerk.”
He laughed out loud as she fell beside him, taking the spoon out of her tub of ice cream and eating a spoonful. He leaned into her, kissing her cheek before nibbling at her jaw.
“The night is very young,” he whispered before flicking her lobe with tongue.
“Whatever, you got me all hot, bothered, and ready to go… and nothing happened.”
She could feel him smiling as his hand traveled up her inner thigh. “And I can’t get you just as hot later? I want to watch this movie with you.”