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Octavia pulled her hand from between her legs before bringing the toy to her pussy, unsure of what he wanted her to do with the fingers that had just been inside her. When he didn’t say anything, she groped her right breast, tweaking her pert nipple between her wet fingers as she pushed the toy into herself.

“Fuck! Turn it on and suck on your fingers.” Nathan growled. “I’m not going to last much longer, I want you to come with me, Octavia.”

She jolted as the vibrations hit every inch of her pussy, the two prongs on the outside stimulating her clit, rendering her immobile.

“Fuck yourself,” he commanded and her hand followed his instructions, which was a good thing because her brain had checked out. “Keep your eyes on me, Autumn girl, don’t make me tell you again.” She wanted to ask what he would do if he had to tell her. But her mouth was occupied and her brain was addled by the entire scenario. “Let go, baby,” he demanded through clenched teeth and she watched as he came, cum spraying his chest, drops hitting his chin and lower lip. She could feel the orgasm building and fought to keep her eyes trained on him. When his tongue snuck out and caught the drop on his lip, she gave up trying and broke apart.

CHAPTER 17

NATHAN

Nothing would beat the sight of Octavia spread open in front of him in person, but Nathan had to admit that watching her fuck herself last night was a close second. The way she followed his instructions was euphoric. He had no idea how people survived before FaceTime was a thing.

“You look like you’re going to beat someone with that club.” Sami laughed when he caught Nathan staring off down the fairway of the eighteenth hole. “Please don’t though, we need our scoring machine.”

Nathan chuckled, pulling himself out of the staredown. “Just thinking,” he said, as he pushed his tee into the soft ground before placing his ball on top of it.

“About the steak dinner you’re about to buy me after I beat you?” Sami said smugly.

Nathan lined up with the ball. Closed his eyes and took a deep breath, looked down at the ball and swung. He watched it sail straight down the fairway and land almost dead centre. Sami’s ball, on the other hand, sat to the right of the fairway, either in the bunker or inches from it. “Thinking about how I’m going to celebrate this win with my girl, after I order the fanciest thing on the fucking menu on your dime.” He grinned back, sliding his club back into his bag before getting in the cart.

“Your woman.” Sami chuckled, joining him. “When’s the last time you had one of those?”

The need to claim her, to call her his was strong. It wasn't a feeling he had really experienced before. “I don’t remember. There hasn’t been anyone since I signed in Toronto.”

Six years of being back in his hometown. What would his life be like now if they’d met when he first arrived? She would have been twenty-four, still in school. Visions of Octavia studying in the library, hair drawn up all messy on top of her head clouded his mind. Octavia’s knuckles white as she gripped the bookshelves to stay upright as he ate out her studious little cunt.

They’d live together by now of course. Probably have a proper house on some tree-lined street. His commute to the rink would be worse, but she’d look so good stretched out on a patio chair in the fall, reading as the leaves fell around her. Their bookshelves would have a mix of his and her favourite novels. Pictures from years of trips would line all the walls. Everywhere, proof that she was fucking his and he was hers. She’d get along with his family with ease. Scottie would love her brain and he and Emma would probably be lost with half the stuff those two would talk about.

“Is she the one you hooked up with at the hotel a few weeks back?” Sami asked.

Nathan looked over at him, brows furrowed, wondering how he knew.

“Did you forget you were with six of the guys? They may not be the brightest, but when the single old guy on the team disappears from the hotel bar with a woman, they fucking take notice. Bitched that you hadn’t invited them along.”

The single old guy, Nathan nearly took offence to that description, but in hockey terms he was old and he had indeed been single. “We met at that bar, yes. Then she was randomly at the game. Looked as surprised as I did. Also, invited them along?” He shook his head, disgusted that had even been a thought in their heads.

“Wait, she didn’t know who you were?”

“She does not give a fuck about hockey.”

Sami huffed in disbelief, pulling the cart to a stop next to where their balls lay. “A woman in Toronto didn’t know you were one of the city’s most eligible bachelors? And one of the fucking kings of the land?”

“Not everyone cares that much.”

“Bullshit. Hockey is all that the city cares about. It’s the only thing people agree on.”

Nathan glared over at him. “What are you implying?”

He raised his hands defensively. “Nothing, I just have a hard time believing she didn’t know who you were. I’m not saying there’s anything behind that, it’s just weird. But, I suppose it’s not impossible.”

“Believe me, she had no idea and I’m the one that pushed for this to become something, not her.” He stalked off toward his ball, resenting what Sami had been implying. This wasn’t his first fucking season, he wasn’t some rookie balls deep in a different hot blonde every weekend. He was a weathered veteran at this point and just like he knew his body was going to feel ancient the day after a game, he knew what it looked like when someone wanted to spend time with him because of what he did rather than who he was.

“Hey, how’s your brother doing?” Sami asked on their way to the green. “You haven’t said much lately, so I assume he’s making progress.”

“Yeah, he’s…physically doing better daily, but I feel like he resents me even more now.”

“Why?”