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I swear I feel her pussy clench when I talk about fucking her ass, and I groan.

“I w-want to,” she moans.

Fuck, I want to more than she can even imagine, but I’m already so goddamn close, and so is she. I can feel her cunt choking my cock with every thrust.

“Next time, baby.” I strum her clit faster, rougher, and thrust my hips up, fucking her hard and deep, a relentless pace that is sending us both careening over the edge. “Right now, I need you to come on my cock. Now. Come for me.”

I bottom out, an animalistic groan tearing out of me as I explode, spilling into her. Her orgasm barrels through her, and her head falls back, her fingers digging into my stomach as she trembles, shaking almost violently with the force.

Our movements slow, and my gaze drops to my cock, which is still inside her and softening, and to my cum that leaks out of her, dripping onto the base and covering us both.

Jesus, that’s fucking hot.

She follows my gaze, and her cheeks flush a slight red, causing me to laugh.

I reach for her chin and tip it up, forcing her gaze back to me. “You’re blushing over my cum dripping out of you, but you just told me to fuck you in the ass.”

She bites the inside of her lip. “I was caught up in the moment.”

“Oh?” I lift a brow. “So no to your ass?”

There’s a brief, silent pause before she grins cheekily and leans forward, her lips a breath from mine. “I didn’t say that, Goalie.”

This girl.

My dirty, brilliant, witty, sharp-tongued, freaky girl.

Mine.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

BENNETT

I’ve got a good fucking feeling about tonight.

I’m starting in the game, we’re so close to securing the playoffs, and my girl is in the stands with my name on her back and my number on a cute-ass little sticker on her cheek.

Of course, I had my pregame good luck kiss in addition to the most insane head I’ve ever gotten that has my toes still tingling.

So yeah, it’s gonna be a great fucking night.

And I already decided that the second I step off the ice… I’m headed straight for Merritt.

Because tonight’s the night I’m telling her that I’m in love with her. Honestly, I don’t even know why the fuck I’ve been waiting. I guess I was just trying to find the right time. When it would be the most perfect opportunity to tell someone you love them for the very first time. I want to do it right. We’ve been officially dating for almost two months now, and I just can’t wait any longer. I’m out of my mind about her.

I’ve never been in love before, and making memories with my girl is important to me. I don’t want her to ever forget it.

I pull the earplugs out of my ears just as the locker room door opens and Gauthreaux walks in, promptly pissing all over my great mood.

Obviously, I knew I was going to see him tonight since he’s on the same fucking team, but lately, we’ve gone out of our way to avoid each other entirely except when absolutely necessary.

In fact, we actually haven’t said a word to each other since the night of the party at my house. So when I see that he’s making a direct beeline for me, striding straight across the locker room in my direction, I’m immediately on edge, my hackles raised.

I see Zach out of the corner of my eye, sitting on the bench in front of his locker, also clocking Gauthreaux’s approach.

I put each of my earplugs back into the case and turn, setting them on the shelf in my locker.

“Legros,” I hear from behind me. Honestly, I think about ignoring him completely and just pretending that he’s not there at all.