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“Is my cock,” I finish for her. “And it looks real good with your pretty fingers wrapped around it.”

“Oh my God, Mac.” She throws her head back and laughs.

“Seriously.” I widen my eyes. “I’m a really big fan.”

“You cock is huge.”

“Your hands are small.”

She gives it a squeeze. “Really substantial.”

“Like high average.”

“I know what average looks like and this isn’t that.”

I growl.

Her eyes heat and spark. “Oooh, I like that sound.”

“I don’t want to know about the other dicks you’ve seen, Ophelia.”

“The internet is full of dick pics, Mac. Guys love to show off their business and yours is well beyond boyfriend dick.” She strokes me as she leans down, lips brushing over mine. “I look forward to choking on it when you’re ready to fill my mouth.”

“Fuck, Fee.” I slide my hand into her hair and curl into the strands to keep her close.

She smiles deviously. “I hope so, one day, when we’re both ready.”

Her hand moves over me in a steady rhythm, thumb sweeping the head, her nipples brushing my chest, lips whispering over mine until I’m pulsing in her hand, and coming all over my abs.

She grabs tissues from the nightstand to clean up the mess and then crosses to the bathroom—we each have our own, thank God, because sharing with Gage would not be ideal under these circumstances—and returns with a warm washcloth.

I tug her back into bed with me. “You gonna let me cuddle you to sleep now?”

“Stop reading my mind.” She yawns and snuggles into my side. “Tell me about those posters on your wall.” She flings a hand toward the bathroom and presses her nose against my neck.

“They’re cool, right? There’s an artist on campus who puts them up every month. I started collecting them a while ago because I like the style, and then I realized they’re pretty rare and they have this huge following on social media,” I explain.

“Do you follow them?” she asks.

“Yeah.” But under my other profile. The one I use for my secret hobby. “Maybe they're in your class.”

“Maybe.” She kisses my neck and turns, pulling my arm over her.

I tuck my knees into the backs of hers, big spoon to her little, and press my lips to her shoulder as I curve my arm around her waist. She laces our fingers and kisses the back of my knuckles.

I could definitely get used to this.

CHAPTER 26

MAC

“You were good out there today.” Brody pulls his shirt over his head, smoothing it out before he runs a hand through his damp hair.

“Thanks, I’m happy about the assist."

Gage claps me on the shoulder. “It was a great setup.”

None of the guys know I’m spending extra time on the ice with Fee, and I want to keep it that way. It’s not that they’ll rib me for it. If they knew, they’d want to get on the ice with me, or Brody might call in a favor from his brother, and I don’t want to be the guy who takes advantage of his friends. It’s different with Fee. She understands why I want to level up on my own. I'm not quite where I was last season, but it’s a definite improvement.