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Our bodies are a tangle of heat and urgency, our movements growing faster and more desperate. Ethan’s fingers twist my nipples, his other hand sliding down to rub my clit in slow, deliberate circles. The fire within me builds to an unbearable crescendo, spreading through my body like a wildfire.
I chase the peak of our passion, each thrust and stroke driving me closer to the edge. We both climax at the same time, his grip on my waist as firm and desperate as a drowning man clinging to a lifebuoy.
Slowly, I lean forward, unable to kiss his lips but placing a tender kiss on the tip of his nose. It draws a pained yet affectionate smile from him, his eyes meeting mine with a mixture of satisfaction and longing. Still inside me, I lay down on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. His hands move gently over my back and through my hair, his touch soothing and content.
As we lie there, wrapped in each other’s warmth, I savor the closeness to him, listening to his heartbeat.
“When are you going to be my girlfriend, hmm?” he murmurs, making knots form in my stomach.
“Ethan…” I reply softly, my heart fluttering with my untold secret. “We agreed to take things slow, remember?”
He frowns then with a sigh says, “Alright, you got me… But I want you to know that I will be here whenever you’re ready to let me in, okay?” His voice is so sweet that I’m at a loss for words.
I let out a light giggle. “Alright, mister…” I slide off him to lie by his side.
He pulls me close, wrapping his arms around me as we settle into a comfortable embrace. “Goodnight,” he whispers, kissing the top of my head.
“Goodnight, Ethan,” I reply, snuggling against his chest.
His steady heartbeat is soothing, and I try to let it calm my own racing pulse as I worry about how he will react when I tell him about the baby.
Chapter Twenty-Four
ETHAN
Ihad to sit out the next game, which gave me the chance to sit at the bleachers and scream at my teammates like I’m usually screamed at.
But for the Boston Ironclads games, the stitches are off and my face is back to normal. I’m in full gear, tapping my skates against the floor, eager to hop on the ice and play. However, the coach decided to bench me and start with the reserve players, saving me for the last period.
After what feels like an eternity, the last period finally comes. When the coach releases me onto the ice, I feel like taking a bite out of someone’s face, even though my teeth haven’t been fully restored yet.
I face off against the Ironclads’ center and gain possession of the puck. Ruslav, playing left wing, bodychecks one of their defensemen, clearing the way for Raphael and me to approach their goal.
The defenseman marks me, so I pass the puck to Raphael. He maneuvers around the goalie, but the goalie intercepts the puck and attempts to send it back to his teammate.
I intercept it and shoot it straight into the net. Now we’re just one point behind, and we need to continue our offensive push until we take the lead.
Andrews gets into a fight with the Ironclads’ center, causing a brief interruption in the game. I start shouting for them to break it up. We’ve got a game to win. The referees swiftly intervene and break up the fight before penalties are assessed.
The winning goal is a team effort. I don’t score it, but I make the final assist to Raphael, who sends the puck right in between the goalie’s legs.
We roar in celebration, passing the puck between us to stall the time until our victory is confirmed.
We’ve advanced to the next round of the Stanley Cup Playoffs. The boys and I pile up on the ice, celebrating under the coach’s watchful eye. A stadium drone hovers above us, capturing videos and pictures, so we all make faces and shout, reveling in the moment.
Afterward, I head to the locker room and shower as quickly as I can. Mia is busy taking care of everyone’s kids and I can’t wait to see her.
After changing, I head out to go find her. Raphael yells something to me about an after-party at a local cheesesteak place, meaning they’ll be ditching the wives’ room, so Mia can come along with us.
When I reach the wives’ room. The place is full of kids and Mia’s employees who are helping. Mia and Amanda are standing by the buffet, chatting as usual.
Mia has a somber look on her face, which I promptly work on wiping away with a hug and a kiss, interrupting their conversation and causing Amanda to giggle.
I know she asked me for more time before taking the next step, but I can’t wait to call her my girlfriend.
It’s not a secret to anyone that we’re together. Even the guys’ girls have accepted her as one of their own. Amanda is amicable to the idea, Ryan still seems a bit hurt, but overall, everything seems to be going well… except she wants to wait. God knows why.
But I really care about Mia. So, I’m willing to wait and be patient.
