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See you soon.

Instead of getting back to work, I call my mom, knowing she’ll be getting ready for bed, so I have an excuse to bail if she asks anything I don’t want to answer. She’s thrilled it went well, says she never doubted me, and she can’t wait to see me for Thanksgiving.

I just hung up, the call lasting way longer than I expected, when Jason walks through the door and disarms the alarm.

I hate how excited I got at the idea that Owen was with him, and how my smile drops when he’s alone. Even more when he resets the alarm once the bolt is in place.

“Who were you expecting?” he asks, letting me know I didn’t fake it as well as I’d hoped.

“No one. There’s leftover chicken, and I bought ice cream.”

Chapter Forty-Two

Owen

Hardly breathing

We took my SUV to the rink for the bus, so I have to drop the guys off before heading to Madison’s.

“You’re not coming in?” Dave asks when I stay in the car and Mike shoulders both our bags, as well as the suggestion box I put for everyone to tell me what they need, especially from me, to play their best hockey. I’m assuming it’s mostly bitching about everything we did this weekend, but I still think we’re making progress. And I didn’t tell Mike I was going to Maddie’s, but I was apparently ‘way too happy’ while waiting for everyone to clear out so he guessed, and I didn’t deny it.

“Got a few errands to run,” Colt teases me. “Tell her we say hi.” He winks, and I regret whatever it was I did that told them all what I was up to.

“Definitely won’t,” I argue.

“Your secret’s safe with us, don’t worry dude,” Donovan assures me before I drive away.

The apartment complex is dark and quiet when I pull up, but it’s almost ten, so I knock softly, figuring Madison won’t hear me if she’s sleeping.

“You came,” she says when she opens the door in an oversized t-shirt and sleep shorts, looking surprised, and maybe like she’s trying to hide how happy she is to see me. An ache hits my chest at the urge to see her like this every night, but I focus on being grateful that I get to see it at all.

“Not yet.” I smile. “But I’m hoping to.”

She shakes her head at me, but she’s smiling as she takes my hand and pulls me into a bedroom off to the right. She gently closes the door, but stops before it clicks.

I let Madison lead, because I’m happy just being here, and she usually knows exactly what she wants. She goes straight for my stomach, lifting my t-shirt so she can run her fingers along my abs. She rests them on my chest, and I watch hers rise with every breath, but it’s like she’s feeling for my heartbeat more than my pecs.

Madison hops up into my arms, and a grin spreads onto my face as I catch her.

“Don’t,” she warns, but I can’t help it. As much as I love all forms of sex and will take her any way she lets me, there’s something about having her legs wrapped around me, chest-to-chest and face-to-face that makes it infinitely better than when she does her best to make it feel meaningless, like I could have been anyone.

I chance a kiss and am surprised when she lets me, deepening it and using her arms around my neck to pull us closer together. I can feel how wet she is, dampening her shorts through to my stomach, and I want to taste her, but I’m not enough of an idiot to leave one pair of lips for another. Especially not when I rub my hard length against her and she moans, letting me capture it with a kiss that ends with her biting my bottom lip, not deep enough to draw blood, but enough to show how much she wants me.

I’m holding her up with my hands on her ass, so I bring her back to the wall and slide a finger inside her.

She’s drenched.

“I’m ready, just get in here,” she tells me, slamming her mouth to mine before I can respond, but she doesn’t need to ask me twice.

I grab a condom from my pocket then prop her on her desk while I slip it on, by which time her shorts are off and she’s nodding.

Unlike the first few times, where it felt like she was going fast to get things over with, to orgasm with as little interaction as possible, this time feels like she needs me inside of her, and I am happy to oblige.

I slide in with one thrust and she cries out in pleasure, pulling me closer with one arm while her other hand pulls on my hair like she’s trying to anchor herself to something.

“Fuck that feels good,” she says under her breath, but I know better than to acknowledge it.

With her back against the wall, I pump into her, going deeper with every thrust as she clenches around me, breathing heavy and moaning as I use my fingers to tease her clit while her thighs tighten around me.