Andy
“HELLO,” I say sleepily into the phone.
“Hey, sleepyhead. Wake up.” Kyle’s voice rumbles through the line.
“What time is it?” I yawn.
“About two in the morning,” he replies, humor in his voice.
I sit up bolt straight in bed, squinting at the clock. I’m disoriented. Something must be wrong if he’s calling at this time. I clear my thoughts, scratching my head.
“Is something wrong? Did your teammates place girls in your room again?” I ask.
Hearing the sound of his laughter on the other end, my sleepy brain allows me to relax. He’s in a good mood. His voice starts to wake me a bit more, sending a warmth spreading in my belly.
“Happy birthday, baby,” he croons into the phone.
He starts to sing to me, bringing me fully to life. It’s my birthday. We’ve both been bummed that he wouldn’t be here. He has a game tonight in Atlanta.
“Thank you,” I say when his singing comes to an end.
“You’re an old man now,” he teases.
“Don’t remind me,” I say.
“You know you’re bugging, right? Thirty-one and you’re still sexy as fuck. I need you to do something for me. I need you to get up and go to the garage. Can you do that for me?” he says smoothly.
I look down at my pajamas. I’ll need to change. I’m already climbing out of bed before I answer.
“I’ll need a few minutes,” I reply.
“All right, call me when you’re on the way,” he says and ends the call.
I’m stumbling around in the dark feeling curious. Rushing into the bathroom, I brush my teeth. When I get back into the bedroom, I change into jeans and a T-shirt. I slide my feet into a pair of flip-flops and head for the door.
On the way to the elevator, I call Kyle back. I don’t wait long for him to answer. He picks up on the first ring.
“Are you on the way?” he asks as a greeting.
“Yeah, I’m stepping into the elevator now. Reception may get choppy,” I reply.
“Don’t… up… when… get to the gar….” The line goes in and out.
I twist my lips in frustration, watching the numbers count down to the garage floor. When the elevator dings, I go to step out. My steps halt midway out of the doors. I drop the phone from my ear and stand in shock with my mouth hanging open.
Kyle is here, standing with a huge smile on his lips. He looks so good in a gray T-shirt, a pair of gray jeans, and black sneakers. He’s in that sexy stance that oozes confidence and sensuality. I feel like I’m staring at the front cover of a hot magazine.
He crooks a finger at me to come to him, snapping my brain into action. I rush forward and wrap my arms around him. I’ve been missing him. He has been under so much stress with the playoffs and those pictures steering up all kinds of drama. I’ve wanted nothing more than to be there for him.
“What are you doing here?”
“You didn’t really think I’d miss my baby’s birthday, did you?” he says into my neck.
“But how? The team isn’t going to freak out?”
“Mark is covering my ass,” he replies. “I chartered a flight. I’ll fly right back after I give you your birthday present.”
I place my hands on the sides of his face to bring it down to mine. He takes my lips and kisses me senseless. I melt into him, savoring this moment. Kyle groans, pulling away reluctantly.
“Happy birthday,” he purrs, turning me slightly.
My eyes about pop from my head. I was so focused on him, I didn’t see the Maserati SUV parked behind him with a huge blue bow on it. I lift my head up to look him in the eyes. He’s watching me, his lips turned up.
He brushes his thumb over my swollen lips. His gorgeous orbs have a hint of lust building in them. I lean in to place a kiss on his lush mouth.
“This is insane, babe,” I say.
“It’s the one you were looking at,” he replies, rubbing a hand up and down my arms. “I wanted you to have it. Something good for your birthday.”
I look between the SUV and him, then back at the SUV. It’s the gray color I wanted and all. I can’t believe he did this. I’ve never had anyone do something like this for me outside of my family.
“Yeah, but—”
He pinches my jaw, turning my face up to him. His lips crush mine, taking the words right from my mouth. My toes curl in my flip-flops.
“You’re welcome,” he says against my lips.
“Thank you,” I whisper back.
“Let’s go upstairs. I have something else I want to give you.” He wiggles his brows.
“Let me park the car in a spot,” I say.
He shakes his head.
“I have Javier’s security with me tonight. One of the guys will handle it. Come on. I want to get as much time with you as I can, before I have to go.”
I lift to kiss his lips again.
“I love you. Thank you,” I say.