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I’d hate to think what would happen if they had.
“Just think of it as someone trying to get between my legs,” I suggest, like an asshole.
“I do,” he claims evenly. “No one is getting passed me. Ever. When it comes to this.”
“Then you’ll make it to the playoffs in no time.”
He nestles his face into the column of my neck again. “If I win the Stanley Cup, you wanna make a bet with me?”
“Yes.”
Whatever this man wants.
“Anything I want that night?”
My lips curl into a smile. “Does it involve something along these lines?”
“Absolutely,” he replies with a long lick up my neck. “Always this, baby.”
His fingers snake between our bodies, and he begins a gentle circle around my clit.
“Then whatever you want,” I say easily enough that it gets him to chuckle.
“Come for me, and it’s a deal.”
It takes less than a minute for Reid to get me there. It’s like he plans these things by the second.
I’m crashing underneath him into a sea of bliss while he follows, grinding into me like it’s the last thing he’s going to do. He peppers kisses on every inch of my skin that he can reach as we begin to descend back down to Earth.
I’m beyond satisfied and happy.
Reid has an off day tomorrow, and he’s taking me around L.A. to show me all the spots he thinks I need to see.
But all I want to be is within his line of sight and in his arms forever.
No matter where we may be.
HOLLYN
Two months later…
I’m swooped up in Reid’s arms before my second foot can take the ice because he did it.
He won the Stanley Cup, and the arena is roaring in excitement at the prospect. New Brunswick is live with electricity, throughout the whole game, and you could feel it at every second. The charge it gave made me equally as amped up and excited to be a part of it and to watch Reid work his magic on the ice.
His lips slam into mine the moment I’m in the air, and it’s the first time he’s publicly given PDA in front of anyone who wasn’t on his team after a game.
The crowd seems to get louder but I can’t pull myself from his mouth. The alluring buzz of my body every time this man is touching me in any capacity.
“Congratulations, boyfriend,” I muse between kisses. “You did it.”
“I did it for you, baby,” he replies, stealing another kiss and setting my whole world on its axis.
But he’d never drop me.
And I’d never let go of him.
“How about we change the nickname “boyfriend,” Shorty?” he says, slowly putting me to my feet along the slippery ice and keeping his grip on my waist.
