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She shouts my name, soaking my cock as she comes hard. I growl, my eyes rolling back in my head as her cunt grips my cock, and her ass pulses around my fingers.

Fuck me. She's so goddamn hot.

I grit my teeth, wringing out every last drop from her.

As soon as the last aftershock fades, I pull my hand from between her legs, slip my fingers from her ass, and flip her around. Her legs land over my shoulders.

Her cheeks are pink. Tendrils of her sweaty blonde hair stick to her cheeks. I lean down, pressing my lips to hers.

"I love you."

"Mm. I love you too."

I fuck her hard, pounding into her tight cunt until the cord snaps and we're both shouting into the room. I watch the pleasure take her, fascinated as ever by the way it consumes her. She burns bright as a star, too damn beautiful for words.

"Jonas," she whimpers, reaching out to me.

I roll us, dragging her on top of me as I take her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. She mewls into my mouth, sighing in contentment.

I hold her close as we both come down, just enjoying the peaceful moment. We don't have many of those, not with three little boys, a crazy ass goat, dogs, a cat, and our careers.

But that'll be changing soon. This is my last season in the NHL. I never intended to play for this long, but five years ago, Jamie was offered an iceside reporting position with the Penguins on a national network. With most of my teammates retired or retiring, I managed to get myself traded so we'd be in the same city. The trade came with a five-year contract.

It expires at the end of this season, and I'm hanging up my skates. I'm not sad about it. I want more time with my wife and my kids. They're more than enough to keep me occupied, especially our boys. All three of them are just fucking like me. Which is honestly a little terrifying.

I understand why my parents decided ranch life and hockey were the way to go. It kept my ass too busy to cause any major destruction. Our boys, though? Jesus Christ. They need my ass at home. The place might survive until they're ten that way.

"Come on," I murmur, scooping Jamie up so we can shower.

She groans in protest but wraps her arms around my neck. Her soft breath washes across the side of my face as she treats her head against my shoulder. "You're so mean to me. I don't want to shower. I want to sleep."

"You can sleep after I clean you up," I chuckle.

She pouts adorably.

I carry her into the en-suite bathroom and start the water, cuddling her in my arms while it heats.

"I got an interesting call today," she says.

"What'd your sons do this time?"

"My sons?" She laughs quietly. "They're yours when they're causing problems, Jonas. They're mine when they're being sweet."

"I feel like I got the raw of this deal."

"Your semen, your problem." She shrugs.

"Well, shit. Why don't you tell me how you really feel about it?"

"You're the one who didn't want girls," she reminds me sweetly.

"Yeah, because I already have a fucking sister who stresses me out," I growl. Kellan is my brother-in-law now. It turns out he and Parker were fucking behind my back. But he makes my sister happy, so I guess it's probably a good thing I didn't kill him, but there's no fucking way I'm having daughters. Having a sister is enough stress.

I carry Jamie into the shower. Steam swirls around us, pulling a moan from her lips.

"What'd the boys do?"

"It wasn't about the boys." Jamie looks up at me through her lashes. "Kelly Strauss heard through the grapevine that you're retiring at the end of the season. As it turns out, Colby Johns is also retiring."

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