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“Yes,” she whimpers, and then she’s squealing as I grip her ass, my chest laying heavily on her back as both of my palms squeeze her behind.

I grunt loudly, hips smacking fast, and then I’m dropping on top of her, letting out a ragged curse as I release my spill.

“Tanner,” she whimpers, and I grip her tighter.

“Almost done,” I murmur, groaning when she looks up at me over her shoulder.

I dip my mouth down to hers, brow creased in pain as I kiss her, keeping it gentle and chaste while I finish pumping my length inside of her.

When I pull back, I drop my forehead to hers, the room quiet except for our shaky breathing and the gentle downpour of the Carter Ridge rain.

I slip out of her, long and slow, my palms stroking her back as I settle down on top of her.

“That was perfect,” I murmur, kissing her cheek when she starts to blush. My thumbs rub firmly into her lower back as I ask, “Was that okay for you?”

The apples of her cheeks plump up all cute and rosy, and then she’s giggling as she meets my eyes, making my heart thump wildly.

“It was perfect for me too,” she whispers, laughing when I dip down to kiss her.

“Dream girl,” I murmur.

I really fucking mean it.

Chapter 18

Aisling

Present day

I open the door to the cabin as quietly as possible, peeking out around the side of it as I tip-toe onto the dirt.

Not wanting to draw the attention of the two hulking hockey players who are currently sat in front of the unlit campfire, I spend twenty painstaking seconds carefully closing the door without hitting a squeak.

Just as I lift my sandal off the ground, without looking in my direction Tanner takes a huge bite into a breakfast muffin and says a gruff, “Mornin’, Aisling.”

My arms drop to my sides as I throw my head back. “Aw man.”

How did he sense me? Was he raised by wolves or something? He doesn’t even bother commenting on my little tantrum. Instead he takes another giant bite out of the muffin and uses his free hand to hold up a brown paper bag.

I wait, like, two seconds before I speed-walk over to where he and Caden are hunched on the logs, devouring breakfast muffins in total silence. When I’m barely a foot away from him Tanner glances up at me mid-chew and gives me a quick once-over before jerking his chin at me.

I ease the bag from his hand and he watches me peep inside of it, lips pursed to the side as I try to work out what the flavours are.

“Two strawberry. One blueberry,” he mumbles. Then he finishes off the muffin that he started about two seconds ago and adds, “But if you don’t want them, it’s fine. I’ll have ’em.”

I gasp and clutch the bag to my chest. “They’re mine.”

He breathes out a laugh, unsmiling, and slaps his palm down roughly on the space on the log beside him.

“Sit with me.”

Caden, who already has a good two feet of space between him and Tanner, quietly heaves his body off the log and moves over to the empty one on our right.

I give Tanner’s big boot a little kick with the toe of my sandal, nudging him to budge up a bit if I’m going to sit beside him.

He watches me impassively for a moment before moving his left quad about one millimetre away from where it originally was.

I pick a strawberry muffin out of the bag, give him a suspicious side-eye, and take a nibble.

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