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She gasps, but quickly recovers as I swipe my finger through her arousal. A soft moan fills the car as I begin to fuck her with my hand again.

The combination of watching my fingers slide into her pussy while her ass is bared to me and seeing my name stretched across her back is enough to drop me to my knees.

She starts to ride my hand as her palms press against the glass. My dick is rigid and pulsing in my pants. It takes everything in me not to free myself, knowing a few strokes would have me cumming fast and hard, but it’s not what I want tonight.

The need to feel her wrapped tightly around my cock while she wears my number is all I’ve been thinking about for weeks, and I’m not about to use my hand when I could have her body instead.

My fingers curl over my number as I fist my jersey, pulling her down further on my hand as I add a third and press my thumb in the crevice of her ass.

“Ohhhh, God,” she moans.

“This pussy is mine,” I say quietly, as my fingers slide back out before I thrust them back in. “This ass is mine,” I growl, pressing my thumb into her other hole. “You’re wearing my jersey, and that means you're mine.”

I feel her walls start to tighten as her body teeters on the edge of falling.

“You…you have me,” she whimpers, as her body trembles and pulses around my hand.

Closing my eyes, I savor the feel of her body coming apart for me as her words sink in, sating the possessive side of me that knows I would never be okay if another touched her.

She’s found her way into my life, and even if the past repeats itself…

I’d rather face hell again than walk away from the heaven that’s right in front of me.

FORTY-THREE

LUNA

The last of the tremors leaves my body, and I sag against the passenger door as his fingers slowly slide out between my legs.

He gently pushes my skirt back down before I maneuver myself back to sitting in this small space.

I eye my torn panties on the floorboard and reach for them, but he takes them from my hand and throws the lace into his center console.

“For good luck,” he grins, opening the car door and walking over to my side.

“Do hockey players turn everything into superstition?” I laugh, taking his outstretched hand and getting out of the car.

“I won tonight, and just got to witness my girlfriend cumming all over my hand while wearing my jersey,” he smirks, pulling his duffle bag along with my overnight bag from under the front hood. He swings them both over his shoulder before locking his Porsche. “I’d call that a pretty lucky night, so yeah, I’m going to keep those panties as a reminder that life’s pretty good right now.”

Taking my hand, he leads us to the elevator before entering his code to his floor.

“Only pretty good?”

A smile plays on my lips as I press my body against his and feel him still hard against my stomach. My hand wanders down his abs until I brush over the front of his pants.

His eyes darken as I rub down the length of him. I see his jaw tick from the pressure as he lets me have my fun, but I know it’s only a matter of time before he won’t be able to stand not being in control.

“I’d say based on the evidence I’m feeling right now…life is more than just pretty good.”

The elevator dings, and the doors open to his private hallway as I step away and release my grip, only to be pulled back and pressed up against the wall by his body.

Our bags drop to the floor as he cages me in. A dangerous look plays on his face as he leans down close to my face.

“You love making me lose control, don’t you?” He murmurs.

“Maybe,” I grin.

His eyes drift over my body, and I don’t miss the way they linger again on his jersey.