She studied his dick and balls. “I don’t know, Gavin. I only see two balls down there. Not eight. Unless you’ve been hiding six more somewhere.”
He laughed. “Trust me. My cock knows all.”
She arched a brow, raised her knees, and wrapped her arms around them. “Okay, this is interesting. Do go on.”
He shook his cock back and forth, like all the kids used to do with their Magic 8 Balls. He could tell Liz was trying hard not to laugh.
“Oh, magic cock, is there a baby in our future?” he asked.
Her lips curved. “And what does the magic cock of knowledge say?”
He grasped his balls in his hand. “It says I’ve got your baby right here.”
She laughed, then rolled over on top of him. “You always know just the right thing to say.”
He wrapped his arms around her and tugged her close. “Stick with me, babe. You’ll never go wrong.”
Chapter Three
The family had gotten a suite at the stadium for the football game, all of them gathered together to share Mick and Cole’s day.
Liz had stopped off at the owner’s suite first thing to schmooze with Ted Miller, the owner of the St. Louis Traders, the home stadium. As an agent, it was her job to make sure her clients were well represented. Not that she represented Cole, but she had clients on the Traders as well as the San Francisco Sabers. She didn’t take up too much of Ted’s time, because she had a stop over to make at Irvin Stokes’ suite as well. Touching base with the owner of the Sabers was equally as important. She wanted him to know she was there to support all of her clients. It was a perfect opportunity to mix in a little business with pleasure.
As soon as she finished with the work portion of her day, she went back to the family suite. Opening the door was like a burst of warmth and her heart swelled. Having no family of her own—at least, no family that loved and supported her, the Rileys belonged to her now.
“Liz. I was wondering where you’d wandered off to.”
Gavin’s mother had spotted her immediately, which wasn’t at all a surprise. Kathleen Riley was great at taking care of her family, always making sure everyone felt welcome.
“I had some work to take care of.”
Kathleen shook her head. “You’re always working. When do you ever take a day off?”
Liz laid her hand over Kathleen’s arm. “I take plenty of days off, Mom. Don’t you worry about me. So what’s to eat in here?”
“Well, not my lasagna for sure. But there’s a lot of good stuff including some antipasto, chicken wings . . .”
Kathleen led her to the food, and Liz was hungry, so she filled a plate and grabbed something to drink. Kathleen chatted with her for a few more minutes and then wandered off to see to another family member. Liz spotted Savannah and Alicia huddled together at one of the tables and made her way over to them.
“Private conversation?” she asked, not wanting to intrude in case they were talking about something they’d rather she didn’t hear.
Savannah offered up a smile. “Not at all, Liz. Please, come join us.”
Liz took a seat and set down her plate and drink. “How are the boys looking out there?”
“Just warm-ups,” Alicia said. “So nothing exciting yet.”
“Good. Then I have time to eat while Savannah tells me about her trip to Chicago.”
“It was good. And not sports-related for a change, so that was rather refreshing.”
“As I recall, some CEO of a tech company, wasn’t it?” Liz asked.
“Yes. A young techno-wizard, came out of nowhere. One of those kids that created something out of nothing and is now a multimillionaire. But now he’s taking his company public and he needed an image makeover in the worst way. He’s brilliant, but a bit socially awkward, and his style— Well, let’s just say it was better suited to his parents’ basement than to the cover of Time magazine.”
Alicia smiled. “You’re just the right person to give him the social and style makeover he needed.”
“It was fun, actually. He’s a great young man and he’s definitely going places. I brought in a team to assist me with a fashion makeover and he and I spent a lot of time working on the social aspects of his persona. He’s smart and very hip and I didn’t want to change that about him. He just needed a few lessons in how to respond to the media so he didn’t come across as . . .”
Savannah seemed at a loss for words. Then again, she was nicer and more politically correct than Liz.
“A douche?” Liz offered.
Savannah laughed. “Yes. That, exactly. He didn’t need to go all GQ or turn into some stuffy exec. He just needed to become more comfortable in front of the camera. He’s a very quick learner, so I believe he’ll do just fine. Really, he’s just a sweetheart. I also met his girlfriend, an Ivy League grad and law student who’s going to be a wonderful asset to him, both professionally and personally.”