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“Christ.” Dom buried his face against Shea’s shoulder, biting though he mostly got fabric between his teeth. “You’re so good to me. I don’t deserve you.”

“You don’t have to deserve me,” Shea whispered, suddenly serious. “All you have to do is love me.”

Hands shaking, Dom stood, stripping off his clothing and letting it fall to the floor. When his clothes were gone, he knelt on the bed, staring down at Shea.

The sight of him felt obscene, all hard muscles and long limbs and that jersey …

Dom felt crazed as he smoothed the fabric up to the middle of Shea’s back before he bent down, biting at Shea’s ass cheek.

He gasped, muscles clenching, then shuddered.

Dom ran his hands across Shea’s skin, smoothing over the mark before parting his cheeks again. He used one hand to toy with the plug some more, enjoying the low panting sounds Shea made and the rock of his hips.

“Please,” Shea begged and Dom felt the answering pulse of his cock.

He eased the plug out of Shea’s body, enjoying the way it made Shea’s opening stretch wide before the silicone finally came free. Dom set the plug on the nightstand but rather than plunge his cock inside like he was tempted to do, he grabbed the lube and slicked himself, then warmed a little on his fingers.

He eased them into where Shea was warm and open, fucking into him with shallow little thrusts that made Shea’s hips rise and fall in a mesmerizing rhythm.

When Shea made desperate little sounds, whimpers and moans that made Dom’s cock pulse with need, he finally slid his fingers away and dragged his cock over Shea’s hole.

It gaped open a little and Dom could resist no longer, pressing his dick inside. The feel of Shea wrapped around him, slick and hot and bare now that they were no longer using condoms for anything, made his head spin.

Dom was lightheaded from the drinks but it was nothing compared to this. The overwhelming, drugging pleasure of it all.

“Fuck, fuck,” Shea chanted, his back bowing as he tried to thrust back onto Dom’s cock. “God, move, Dom.”

With a soft laugh, Dom stretched out over him, knees on either side of Shea’s thighs, lacing their fingers together before he drove into him harder

“You’re incredible,” he managed, nuzzling at Shea’s ear. “You’re everything to me.”

Shea cried out, panting beneath him and Dom sped up, their skin slapping together.

“I want you like this all the time,” Dom rasped. “I want you. Want to know you’re mine.”

“I am yours,” Shea said with a gasp, shaking beneath him.

“God, I missed you tonight,” Dom whispered in a raw, choked voice. “Going out with the boys is fun but fuck, I love being home with you. Coming home to you.”

It felt like all of the things Dom had ever wanted to say but had bottled up were coming out now, pouring past his lips as he drove into Shea’s body, harder and faster with every stroke.

Shea let out a little cry and Dom bit at the spot where his neck and his shoulder met. He sucked at the skin, worrying it with his teeth, knowing that it would leave a mark that would last for days and loving it.

Shea whimpered, grinding against the bed, his body trembling like he was holding on by a thread.

“I love you,” Dom whispered, his voice breaking, and Shea clenched around him so tight anything else Dom was going to say was swept away in the rush of his orgasm.

With a rough sob, Dom buried his face against Shea’s shoulder, shaking apart.

“Christ. I love you, Shea, I love you more than I ever thought possible,” he whispered, the emotions welling up inside him so big and overwhelming it felt like they were the only words he’d ever say again.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Unfortunately, Carolina wasn’t as easy to beat as Boston had been. They were younger, faster, and their goalie was a lot more dialed in.

It took six games to beat them and by the time the final game wrapped up, Dom was exhausted.

He spent as much time as possible between series resting and was grateful when Charlie and Dustin planned a very low-key pool party to celebrate the win and the birth of Elena and Anton’s baby.

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