“You called me St. James. But I’m not. I’m an Adler now. And yes, I came here in your jersey, with your name and your rings. I stood in my family’s box and watched your team kick their asses, and do you want to know who I cheered for?” I catch my lip between my teeth and tilt my head. “You. And not just you but your team. Not the Revolution. The only team I ever cheer for.Nope. I cheered for the Nobles. Because they’re yours, and you’re theirs. Which means no matter who you play and what my affiliation is to that team, I’m cheering on you and yours. Because you’re mine, Logan. Somehow in this giant mess we’ve created, we made it work and... You. Are. Mine.”
“Yeah, well, everybody leaves eventually, Liv. My dad left when I was a baby. My mom left three years later. Grams left Pops a few years after that. We never heard from any of them again. They weren’t taken. They just left. No note. No call. No answer. I’ve never felt like I was good enough for anyone to stick around before, Olivia. Then you decided we needed to let the world know we were married... And I don’t know what happened. I just know I was worried about you, and you didn’tanswer.” He wraps his arms around me and lifts me to his height, leaving my feet to dangle above the floor. “You’ve got to answer the damn phone, Liv.”
“I will.” I run my hands over his head and hold his face to mine. “I promise, next time I will.”
Logan nods and leans his forehead against mine.
“But Logan, I need you to hear this when I say it. You are good enough. You’re too good.” I pull back and get lost in those blue eyes while tears fill my own eyes. “You’re everything. And I’m not leaving.”
Logan devours my mouth, and I wrap my legs around his waist. “Is this locker room empty?”
“Fucking right it is.”
“Logan...” I sigh and drag the tips of my fingers gently along the split lip he probably got from the fight during the second period. “What if someone comes in?”
His grin is panty melting as he licks up the column of my neck.
“Guess you better be quiet, Olive. I’d hate to have to kill one of my teammates for seeing my wife like this.” Goosebumps cover my flesh as my hypersensitive nerves explode when his teeth scrape along my rapidly racing pulse point. “Do you have any idea what seeing you in this jersey does to me, wife?”
I lean in and lick the lobe of his ear. “Do you have any idea how wet my panties are from watching you skate all night, husband?”
“Fuck, Livvy.” He drags his fingers up the inside of my thigh and over my lace thong. “You’re soaked.”
“I am, so how about you fuck me, Captain?”
“Gonna be the death of me,” he murmurs against my lips as he unbuckles his belt and shoves my shorts aside. “Shit, Olive. I don’t have a condom.”
I bite his lip, then lick into his mouth, fucking frenzied for this man. “I’m on the pill, and I trust you, Logan.”
Logan’s blue eyes darken, and his pupils blow wide. “You sure, Livvy? I’ve never gone bare before.”
I reach between us and shove his boxers below his ass. “So fucking sure, Logan.”
“Don’t think I can be gentle this time, wife.” He lines himself up. “That okay?”
“I don’t need gentle.” I crush my mouth to his. “I just need you.”
Logan devours my scream as he slams his cock inside me in one delicious thrust.
“Shh, baby.” He covers my mouth as we hear a door close and takes two steps to his left, carrying us into the shaded corner of the room. “Christ, Olivia. You’re so fucking tight.”
He pounds into me over and over and over again.
Hitting that sweet spot with each powerful snap of his hips.
“Oh God, Logan,” I whisper, my body trembling in his arms.
“All fucking mine, Liv. Your tight little cunt. Your body. Your fucking heart. You. Are. Mine.” He punctuates each word with another thrust. Another slam of my body down on his. “I don’t care who fucking knows it.”
Oh.My. God.
Logan pulls out, then slams back in, and I shatter, shaking and gasping and exploding around him as he empties himself inside me on a silent roar, his mouth open and muscles tight. Our eyes locked and my mind spinning.
“I think you ripped my shorts,” I laugh, out of breath as he lowers my legs to the ground.
“Put on my real jersey. It’ll be so big, no one will even see your shorts.” He grins.
“But then they’ll know what we were doing in here.” My cheeks flame as I feel the evidence of our orgasms dripping down my thigh.
