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I tugged off her athletic shorts and then stood back and stared. I still couldn’t believe that she was mine. Her little cropped tank top showed her soft stomach that made me so fucking hard, and beneath that, a pale blonde dusting of curls before her thick, powerful thighs curved outward. No longer able to resist, I bent and licked her delicious leg from ankle to hip. There, I bit down and sucked until she groaned and arched toward my mouth.
“Jamie,” she breathed. I shuddered. I never got used to hearing her moan my name. It was so much better than my wettest dreams.
I kissed a trail across her thigh. She gasped as I got closer to her hot center. Closer. Her hands went to my hair and she raked her nails through it as her thighs clenched. She was panting, desperate, but I loved to make her wait.
The anticipation was almost as sweet as her pussy.
Not for the first time, the image of her being shared by a faceless group of men flashed through my brain. My hard cock throbbed as my lips found her clit and closed around it, applying the right amount of suction until her ass was levitating off the mattress. I slid an arm underneath it to support her as I took my time licking every inch of her, tasting just how ready she was for me.
Hope wasmine. She was the love of my life. Had been since the very first day I met her. There could never be anyone else for me. No one else could compare to her. So I was surprised to find that the thought of watching her give herself to another man—let alone a group—didn’t make me feel the slightest twinge of jealousy.
I raised my head from between her legs to look at her. Her face was glowing pink with pure ecstasy as my fingers kept up the pressure on her clit. She opened her eyes and smiled when they found me watching her. I held her gaze as I turned my head and pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh. Then I dropped my mouth to her pussy again, sliding my fingers down and thrusting them deep inside her as my tongue resumed its thorough exploration of her clit. As I stroked her G-spot, she tightened around me, her breath coming in shaky bursts. I brought her right to the edge, and then I sat up on my knees and smiled down at her. She made a frustrated little whining noise in her throat as her eyelids fluttered open and those stormy gray eyes locked on mine.
I gripped my shaft right underneath the head and rubbed my tip, slick with pre-come, against her swollen clit. Then I skated it down, nudging at her opening before tracing her slit back up. She groaned and squirmed, desperate for release.
“Please,” she whispered, setting my blood on fire. “Jamie…”
I moaned and moved the tip back down, resting it against her entrance.
“Anything for you, baby,” I said softly, and then I slid home.
3.
Hope
I hardly recognized the Ice Hawks arena as I wound my way through the halls. I was looking for Jamie. I’d spent a lot of time there over the past two years, attending games and visiting Reid, Lola, and now Jamie. Back then, the paint on the walls was peeling. The grimy carpet was a hundred years old, and the showers were two hundred. At least. Fresh paint and updated facilities were just the start. A physical therapist was working with our veteran goalie, Patch Olson, while the new assistant coach and a tall, skinny player I didn’t recognize jockeyed for face time with the head coach who had replaced Will Manners. Lola had swept the previous head coach off his feet, and he retired so he could follow her and her gaggle of boyfriends to Denver.
His replacement was…not a hunky former professional hockey player. Maybe this guy played hockey at some point in the mid-twentieth century. His stomach hung over his belt, and his bushy mustache hid his thin lips as he nodded, doing his best to listen to the two younger men who were overlapping each other in their hurry to get their information out. I couldn’t tell whether they were arguing or agreeing with each other.
The tall, built, gorgeous new assistant coach glanced over, saw me, and then he did a double-take. I could feel his stare as I walked deeper into the locker room, ducking my head and keeping my eyes to myself until I reached a huddle of familiar players.
“Jamie,” said Sly Moran, nodding at me. Jamie turned around and, like every single time I saw him, I was stunned by his beauty. His rosy, bow-shaped lips and wide blue eyes. The action-figure body didn’t hurt, either. He looked like Hercules.
He took me in, from head to toe and back again, and he beamed as he turned away from the group to face me. I held out an insulated lunchbox.
“Thank you, baby,” he said. Then he dipped me low, kissing me deeply while his teammates whistled and clapped. I was beet red when he placed me gently back on my feet. He sat down on the bench in front of his locker and opened the plastic container that contained the intricately detailed bento box I’d made him. Each ingredient was specially designed to help him meet his macro goals for the day. He was in a cutting period, shedding fat from the off-season before he started bulking up in the gym and hitting the ice three times a day for drills.
Sly glanced over his shoulder and then looked at me.
“Are those strawberries cut in the shape of a heart?” he asked.
“Yep,” Jamie said happily.
“Aw, what a cute widdle wunch.”
The guys laughed, including a dark-eyed, slight man I didn’t recognize who was slouching on a bench nearby.
My boyfriend’s eyes found mine, and I saw humor sparkling there.
“Mommy wuvs her baby, right?” Sly recoiled with a horrified look on his face, and I snorted, clapping my hand over my mouth to stifle my giggles.
“That’s right, baby,” I said with a wink as Sly shook his head.
“You two are freaks,” said the second-line winger. Jamie and I exchanged another glance, and this one was loaded. His lips curled in a secret smile that set my heart racing. The effect he had on me was overwhelming, instantaneous.
A few minutes later, I kissed him goodbye to a chorus of chirps from around the locker room, and then I left the boys to their pre-game practice and headed back out to the parking lot.
I had a shift that evening at the restaurant, and my boss had been in a terrible mood recently. I didn’t want to be late and give him a reason to zero in his ire on me.
