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She snatches the phone back away from me and does this little shimmy on my chest that makes her breasts bounce and my tongue go down my own damn throat. Fuck this woman.
I’ve been in here all alone in this king-sized bed for two years. It’s a crying shame that we wasted so much time.
“Wow. That sounds like a lot of fucking work.” I grip her hips again, and do my best to listen to what she’s trying to explain to me without tossing her down on the bed and ravaging her before she can finish. She’s excited, this is important.
“It is, but it isn’t. I know what I’m doing, Damien. It’s one of those things you figure out as you go. Anyway, I posted the video this morning and when I checked it just a few minutes ago it has over a million views. You have over two hundred thousand new followers. Today.” She points to the screen, and her enthusiasm is tangible. It’s eating her up from the inside out. I can see it in her smile and the way her eyes light up with each word.
“I take it that’s good? It sounds like a lot.”
“Good? No. Good is breaking the three-hundred view threshold and having over fifty likes. This is amazing. This is unheard of. You hit the jackpot.”
I sure did, I think to myself as I take in the women in front of me. She did all of this for me. If anyone deserves recognition, it’s her.
“You, ma’am, hit the jackpot. You did this. You’re amazingly talented, Gia. This is your video, your work. Most of these images are shots you got or at the very least edited. This is great. I’m so fucking proud of you.” She never ceases to amaze me. She has more creative talent in her pinky fingernail than I have in my entire body.
“You don’t get it.” She sighs.
“My wife is a badass. See, I’m tracking. Now let me fuck you.”
“I swear sometimes you really have brain damage.” She taps my forehead with her fingers, and I grab them and hold them in my hand.
“Should I have said please? Because I am not above begging for your attention. When did you buy these shorts? You’re killing me slowly, woman.” Using my free hand, I follow an imaginary trail on her exposed skin until I reach the hem of her shorts, toying with the fabric between my fingertips.
She’s not having it though; she yanks her fingers from my hand and swats at my opposite hand on her thigh.
“Damien! Focus. Every team in the NHL has their own social media team. They all have their own accounts. There are people behind those accounts. Real people, just like me. Only those people are actually employed and get paid to work.” She motions wildly with her hands.
One day people are going to write out huge commission checks with her name on them. It’s just a matter of time.
“Hey, I pay you,” I reach out and squeeze her thigh just above her knee and she jerks. I know for a fact that’s her tickle spot. I can’t keep my hands off of her when she’s this close to me. I spent years shoving my hands in my pockets. She was always untouchable. Now that I have free range to touch, I can’t keep my hands to myself. I don’t want to.
“Yeah, in dick,” she rolls her eyes at me and then tosses her phone down on the bed beside us.
I scoot up on the bed, shifting her down my body just enough so that, said dick, is nestled right against the crack of her ass. She’s the one that said dick to begin with. She climbed on my lap. This is her fault. “It’s sexy as hell when you say dick. Also, I don’t hear any complaints.” I wiggle my brows at her playfully, and she tosses her hands up at me obviously exasperated.
Ignoring me, she continues her explanation, “Anyway, every team in the NHL has been tagged at least once in your video. Some multiple times. They’re going to see this! They’re going to see you. And the views are still climbing. We can build off of this momentum. We can get your story out there, and when we do, they’re going to take notice. The whole world is going to root for you, Damien. We’re going to make a comeback. You’re going to get your chance, this is it. I can feel it.”
I push up off the mattress completely, so that we’re facing each other at eye level. Her long legs wrap around my waist.
“You’re so fucking amazing, Click.” I brush my nose against hers and smile when she crinkles hers up.
She’s completely ready for bed. Her face is devoid of makeup. I can see the very light dusting of freckles that rest on the top of her nose, and fan out just over her cheeks. Her hair is already inside her cute bedtime bonnet.
It’s like her eyes grow even bigger as she stares at me. Her legs tighten around my waist, and her chest brushes up against mine, her breasts barely contained by her tank top. “You’re amazing. I’m just trying to get people to see what I see.”
“You’re relentless, aren’t you?” I reach behind her with my hands and grip the luscious cheeks of her perfect ass, pulling her body even closer into mine. I eliminate every centimeter of space between us.
“I almost lost you.” Her words are hushed as if she’s afraid that saying them will give life back to them and make them true. “The world almost lost you before they even got the chance to see you soar. I’m not going to miss that opportunity again. We’re doing this together. We’re flying, Damien.”
“You’re never going to lose me, Gia. I’d defeat death a million times to be here with you, and with Astria. You know that right?” I ask her seriously. I’ll remind her every day if I have to.
I know this isn’t just about what happened to me. I understand that some of this stems from losing her dad. It’s a culmination of the two events. They mirror each other in the most tragic way. I can’t imagine what she went through that night, unsure as to whether or not she’d be raising our daughter alone after I swore to her, we were in this together.
I don’t ever want her to feel that way again. Ever.
“I know. That’s why I’m not giving up. I’m never giving up on you, Damien.”
Chapter Twenty
