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“Anyways, thanks! You’re almost as good a coach as my big brother Merc.”
She races off to meet up with two women. They wave at Casey. Wait a sec. I recognize one of them—Trish the yoga instructor.
Other children run up to me before their parents pick them up with big smiles, thanking me, high-fiving me, and asking me and Casey when we’ll be back.
“I don’t know what universe I was dropped into this morning. How the fuck are you so good with children, Sutter? It doesn’t seem like a thing that should be,” he says when the last child has been collected.
I stand a little taller, preening. I like that I surprised him. I like that he’s impressed.
A woman races up to the pair of us before I can answer his question, which I might pretend to think is rhetorical. Not sure I want him to know about my summers as a camp counselor. Maybe ever. He will make fun of me for that shit.
“Wait, wait! Before you go, I wanted to thank you. The kids were so excited when they heard you were gonna be here. I mean, not all of them knew who you were, but they understoodthe famous hockey player part. You were both great with them. Would you ever consider coming back?”
“Absolutely,” Casey says, shaking her hand.
“Me, too.”
Casey smiles just for me. My dick reminds me what we want to do with him. Right. Let’s get the fuck out of here.
“Do you have what you need, Gina?” I ask.
She checks in with Milton. He nods—begrudgingly so—and that’s good enough for me.
“Come along, Alderchuck.” I don’t bother hiding that I’m abducting him. If Gina and Milton don’t know about us by now, they’re dumb as fuck.
“What makes you think I’m coming with you?” he says as he comes along with me.
I don’t say a word, letting him follow me out the building to a secluded area, fuming and huffing behind me all the way. All the fuss about jackets, and now neither of us is wearing one. That’s fine, for now, I plan to keep him plenty warm. Together, we generate enough heat to forget about the cold.
In a move I’d now call practiced, I grip his wrists in one hand and pin them over his head to the wall. I have him in my snare, and he relaxes into it, breathing off rhythm.
Fuck, I want him. Want him with every cell in my body. He looks too innocent and clean with his favorite hat slung backward, sporting athletic gear. I want to wreck him. Ruin him. Dirty him up.
But all of that has to wait.
“What’s your fucking deal, Alderchuck?”
“Private and personal shit.”
“Maybe, but that’s not all.”
He whacks his head against the bricks that make up the wall behind him. “I don’t wanna have this conversation again. We’ve already had it.”
“Things change. Things are forever changing. That means some conversations might need to be had again in case they’ve changed, kitten.” I learned that shit in therapy. “So, have things changed for you?”
“A little.”
I sneer, baring my teeth.They have not chan?—
“You think of me as yours, even though we don’t have a label. I decided that I’m okay with that.”
That’s … true. And he’s okay with it?
But maybe we need a label. My label.
I should tell him now. It’s burning in me to just fucking say it.
Be my boyfriend.
