Page 91 of The Fullback
Aiden smirked and lifted his pint to his lips. “You’re definitely greedy, babygirl. But we love that.”
“T-Thanks.” Hunter flushed and took a long sip of his pint as he tried to regain his composure.
“Do you have anything you want to say to Bailey? I don’t think we actually got that far,” Aiden said, nudging Hunter gently under the table again. My heart thundered as I looked across at Hunter. I’d told him how I felt, and on some level, I already knew what he was going to say.
But I still needed to hear him say it.
Hunter nodded again. His eyes met mine and he swallowed. “Bailey… I… ever since we met, I knew you were special. It just took me a long time to realise how much you meant to me. You’ve been there for me through everything, and you care so fucking much. Sometimes I wonder if I deserve you, but I know I don’t want to live without you. So I guess, I want to be selfish and keep you. Because you’re everything to me.”
“Good, I want you to be selfish. Because you’re everything to me too.”
Hunter smiled, glancing at Aiden. “I want to be selfish and keep you too, Aiden. Is that okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, it is,” he said. “I can’t promise I’ll be good at this, but you both make me want to try. You’re so fucking amazing, both of you, and I want this.”
I exhaled, almost laughing from relief. “Good, because you’re stuck with us now.”
“No take-backs,” Hunter said.
“Oh no, two hot-as-fuck rugby players want me. Whatever shall I do?” Aiden teased, nudging both of us under the table.
“Your life is so terrible,” I said.
“It really is.”
“Guess we’ll just have to keep making you miserable,” Hunter added, grinning at him. He’d relaxed too and, casually, I wondered if he was getting hard under the table. He got really horny when he came down after being stressed.
“I guess you will,” Aiden said. He looked between us and smiled. Happiness really did look good on him. It looked good on all of us.
“Have we all made up then?” Bacon asked, approaching us with two plates piled high with food, steam curling through the air. My stomach rumbled, my exhausted muscles grateful for more fuel.
“Yeah, we’re good,” Aiden said, moving a few things on the table to make room for Bacon to put the plates down. There wasn’t a scrap of bare china visible. It all looked and smelled incredible, a complete contradiction to the appearance of the pub itself. “Wait, where’s mine?”
“Give me two fucking minutes, Eggs!”
“But I’m hungry.”
“Yeah, well, you can wait.” Bacon looked between Hunter and me and grinned, tilting his head at Aiden. “Good luck with this one. He’s a fucking menace. And he doesn’t come with a return policy either. He’s your problem now.”
“Fuck you!”
“God, no, Eggs. You’d kill me. I’ve seen your toy box and I’m not built for any of that.”
I caught Hunter’s eye as Aiden and Bacon bickered fondly, the pair of us biting back laughter.
Then I winked and watched Hunter try not to blush.
I really wanted to know what was in that box. And maybe soon I’d get to find out.
