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“Is it wrong that we’re here? Enjoying ourselves while they’re—”
“Nope. We’re not doing that,” Noah added. “Connor will make a full recovery, and we will win the tournament. He’ll go on to marry Ella and have a long and happy career with the Flyers.”
Rory sucked in a sharp breath, and the three of them shared a sad look.
“What?” I asked, sensing I was missing something.
“He was going to propose,” Rory said. “On Christmas morning.”
“Oh, my God.”
“Picked out the ring and everything,” Noah said grimly.
“When he’s feeling up to it, we should do something nice for them,” I suggested.
“We will. He’s one of us. Just because he’s out doesn’t mean we’ll forget about him.”
As the three of them discussed the remaining games the Lakers had coming up, my thoughts turned to my dad.
I knew what losing your dream could do to a person. But the guys were right; it wasn’t a career-ending injury. Connor could come back from this, and he and Ella would be fine.
There had been no contact from my dad. Not since that night at Millers, where he’d told me exactly what he thought of me. It didn’t hurt as much now as it had then. Because I realized family wasn’t always the people you shared DNA with—it was the people you chose—the people who chose you right back.
I had Mason, Melinda, and Scottie. I had Mom, although that relationship would take some time to heal. And I had Rory and the girls.
If anything, I pitied my father. He hadn’t been able to let go of his dream to see what was right in front of him, and that was his loss because he would never get to know what a good person I was.
“Hey, you okay?” Mason nudged my arm, and I looked up at him, smiling.
“Yeah.”
Because I had all that I needed right here.
Mason was my home now.
MASON
“Shh, blondie. You gotta be—”
“Ah,” Harper cried, but I swallowed the breathy sounds, plunging my tongue into her mouth as she rode me. Slow and deep, her pussy clenched around my dick like a fucking vise.
She was perfect.
And she was mine.
I would never get enough of this, of her.
“It’s too deep,” she murmured, trying to drag air into her lungs as her hips rocked in little circles.
“You’re saying one thing, but your pussy is saying another, babe.” I spanned my hand around the back of her neck, crushing us together.
“Mase…”
“Quiet, babe.” I snapped my hips up, keeping one hand on her waist to control the pace. “You gotta be quiet.”
We had a house full of people.
Granted, everyone was supposed to be sleeping after a night of too much food, beer, and skating.
