Rosie Labrun is a lot of things: a college student on the cusp of graduation; an intern for the Portland Pirates, a romance novel connoisseur; and the most recent addition to her resume...the girlfriend of a professional athlete.
She won't let it d...
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In Toronto, New Year's eve is usually accompanied with the cold, frosted up car windows that take time to melt off, and a pile of snow sitting on your car.
This year is different - and not just in there not being any snow on the ground, or the temperature being above freezing. The biggest difference for me, is having Rosie here. Being in a relationship that I thought I had lost out on, because I was a kid. Because I didn't realize or appreciate that relationships take hard work and compromise, and are not a one-way street.
If you asked me now what I thought I would be doing on New Year's Eve, I would say, probably getting drunk beyond oblivion with the team. I'm so happy that I can say that isn't the case; and that instead, I get to finish it off by taking home, my best friend
"We're taking the back." I decide, motioning for Rosie to load into the Uber, before Kayden can get squeeze his fat ass in. I'm probably decent enough to drive but I'd rather not chance it. There's enough drunk drivers on the road without my half-buzzed ass, chiming in. And Kayden, well, Kayden's decided to take home some random girl from the restaurant, because somehow, he manages to pick up women everywhere we go.
Maybe manages is the wrong word and decides to, is a better one.
"Come on." He groans, far more drunk than I am but still knowing the basic principals of sharing an Uber when you're with women.
Whoever gets the last row, basically gets all the privacy. Not that he would care about fucking another woman in front of us. If exhibitionism wasn't illegal, he'd probably be doing it everyday. But privacy means that the other person's more comfortable and therefore more willing to participate in some PDA.
"Shit, sorry." I apologize, when I accidentally get part of Rosie's dress stuck underneath me. It has this tight fitting silhouette up top but is a little flowy at the bottom, which gives my hands plenty of space to roam around.
She laughs when I try pulling her onto my lap, the Uber driver seeming less than impressed with our antics but judging by who we are, hoping our tip will make up for them. "Erik." She puts her hand on my shoulder, steadying herself as she moves into the spot beside me. I would prefer she take the one on my dick.
"I hope you bump your head." Kayden tells me, giving his best dog-at-the-vet smile when the Uber driver looks over at him, then grimacing at me. There's not at chance in hell he'll be getting any action with someone that looks like his dad sitting inches away. Especially not when his date - if you can call her that, starts chatting to him.
I roll my eyes, sliding closed the back door before stretching out my legs. There's not a ton of space back here but definitely enough for a family. When I look over at the passenger seat, I can picture Rosie sitting there, giving me bad directions as we go on a family camping trip.
Though, she hates camping; so, it would be more like going to a cottage.
Our kids in the backseat, feet probably trying to kick against the back of my seat because I said no to giving them more animal crackers.
Okay, that's total bullshit - I'll definitely be the one feeding them way too many snacks and getting in trouble with mom. Their mom, who'll be my wife, Rosie.
"You're so fucking sexy." I tell Rosie, my semi-inebriated state being part of the reason why I'm trying to stick my hands down her dress.
I'd probably be thinking about doing it, even if I wasn't. And it's not like I'm super drunk, I'm just in a happy, buzzed, state. Happy, buzzed, and ready to make love to her, all night long.
She's blushing - even in the dim lighting of the van, the only brightness coming from Kayden's phone.
My hands are running down her sides, wishing there was less fabric between them and her flesh. Wishing that we were already home and I was between her thighs.
"So fucking beautiful." I continue, the many things I'm thinking about her, just flowing off my tongue.
I move my head towards her neck, moving her hair to the side so I can start placing kisses. I think I left a hickey in one spot, but truthfully, I don't care. I want everyone to know she's mine, all mine.
"Erik." She laughs lightly, pulling me back so that I'm looking at her. Her eyes gesture towards the people in front of us, the cockblocks that I wish I could kick out right now. And the nice Uber driver that I'm considering buying a car from. "We're not alone." She reminds me, both of our voices becoming whispers amongst everything else.
I sigh heavily, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her against me. "I love you." I say, my voice a light tickle against her neck; so much so that she gets goose bumps. "I can't wait to make you feel good." I say that one closer to her ear - because even in my buzzed state, I don't want anyone knowing our personal business.
She studies me for a moment, and I can't tell if I've just incredibly turned her on, or off. "Are you drunk?" She asks.
It's not a laugh or amusement in her voice, it's concern. I know she doesn't have a lot of experience with alcohol; and what little she has had, was when her dad used to over-drink.
It's part of the reason why I try not to drink too much, now. And I think it might be the reason why she was so freaked out when I told her I loved her, the second, first time.
"I'm a little buzzed." I tell her, the playfulness from seconds ago seeming to vanish at the prospect of someone drinking too much. "But I'm fine." I promise her, straightening up and putting my hand over hers. "Sorry. I'm just looking forward to...being home." More like, making love to you - which I hope you'll still be interested in, even though I might have just kind of reminded you of your dad.
She chews on her lip, getting in her head for a few seconds before looking over at me. "Okay." She nods, moving from her lip to chewing on her nails. "Sorry, I'm just..." She trails off, letting me finish her thought in my head. It's the silence between us that says it all, the look that tells me she knows her reaction isn't because of what's happening right now.
"I know." I say, running my thumb over the back of her hand, soothingly. "I'm sorry, baby." We both know what the apology is for - the hurt I wish I could take away from her. The pain I know she once felt and still does whenever she thinks about her family. The desire I have, to never make her feel scared or like she can't count on me.
The rest of the Uber ride is less eventful, more quite. Kayden's getting more and more frustrated by the minute, because the girl he's bringing home is more interested in talking to the Uber driver about his kids, than sucking his dick. And the tiredness from being out all night is hitting both Rosie and I, along with the fact that the heat's pumping - which always makes it easier to fall asleep.
When we finally do get home, a few hundred dollars and eye roll from Kayden, later, Rosie and I both head straight for our room. Well, I grab us a couple bottles of water - gotta hydrate, and then follow quickly behind her.
I'm watching her, waiting to see if me having had a few drinks is enough to turn her off. She takes off her jewelry first: the bracelet I got her for Christmas, then her earrings. The suit jacket of mine is next, getting draped over the chair we occasionally put plates on, when we want to eat in bed.
"Can you help me with the zipper?" She asks me.
Me, being in such a trance watching her, that I don't even notice her looking at me. I nod quickly, strolling over and standing behind her back.
The zipper's about as easy for me to take off as it would be for her.
