Page 66 of Breakaway

“Yeah? That’s nice.”

“They’re bringing my youngest brother. He’s done for the season. And my other brother Logan is flying in too, to watch the game, because myotherbrother…” She grinned. “Is who I’m playing against.”

“Oh!” Then she frowned. “Oh. This is your last game. This is do or die, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“Who does he play for? Phoenix?”

“Yeah.”

“If they lose…”

“They’re out.”

“If you lose…you’re out.”

“Yeah. We both need this win.

“Ooh. That’s tough.”

“I know.” He gave a wry smile. “My parents will be having a heart attack. But they’ll be cheering for me.”

She frowned and then realized he was teasing and laughed, giving his chest a smack. “That has to be hard for them. Watching you two play against each other?”

He hitched a shoulder. “It’s happened before. Anyway, we’re all going out for a late dinner after the game. To celebrate. One of us, anyway. The other one will drown his sorrow. The whole family will be together.”

“That’s so nice.”

“I want you to come.”

“Really? Maybe you and your family should just…”

“No. I want you to meet them. I want them to meet you.”

Her smile deepened. “Okay. I’d like to meet them too.”

The morning sex was pretty incredible too. After a decadent breakfast in bed, they took a bath together in the huge jetted tub in the marble bathroom, surrounded by drifting steam and steamy sighs.

They played and splashed and laughed, shared long kisses and slippery soapy caresses. Remi’s body felt incredible all slick and wet, and he drew his hands down the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, back up to firm breasts with hard little tips. When his soapy fingers slid around to her ass, stroking between her cheeks, she daringly, boldly did the same to him, holding his gaze as she slipped gliding fingers over his butt, between his cheeks, making him clench and tremble with a forbidden pleasure.

She bit her lip, but didn’t stop, and his cock hardened painfully against her as she played with his ass, teasing, tormenting, making his body draw up hard and hot. Then her fingers slid lower and cupped his taut balls. “I’m gonna come,” he rasped out, lifting her hips, preparing to thrust inside her. But she shifted away from him.

Damn her, she was a tempting little wanton witch. Her fingers slid back to tickle his ass again while her other hand grasped his cock in a firm grip and pulled…once…twice…and then he erupted in her hand, hot semen spilling over her fingers. A long groan tore from his throat as he pulsed, spurted, again, and again, and again.

“Nice,” she murmured, watching him appreciatively. And then she bent and licked him, her hot velvety tongue stroking over the sensitive head of his cock, making him twitch hard. “Mmmm.”

She blew his fucking mind, every time. It just got hotter and more intense and now that he knew she loved him too, it meanteven more. It meant…everything. Everything that was right and beautiful and shining, like a sheet of freshly Zambonied ice.

God, he was pathetic, comparing their feelings to ice. He choked on a laugh as he hauled her petite frame up against him and hugged her tight.

Somehow it turned into more than just dinner and Remi ended up at the Metro Center seated between Jase’s mom and dad, whom she’d never met, near the same seat she’d sat in last time, six rows right behind the Wolves bench. The two empty seats to the left of Jase’s dad waited to be occupied by Jase’s brothers Matt and Logan, who were somewhere in the arena.

Remi clasped her hands nervously in her lap as they watched the warm-up. She breathed in the chilled air, that mingled scent of popcorn, ice and sweat.

“So,” Laura Heller said. “How long have you and Jase known each other?”

Ack. She was getting the maternal inquisition. Remi turned to smile at Jase’s mom, tall and elegant, her dark hair cut into a short spiky style. “A few weeks.” It sure didn’t sound long, even though she felt like she’d known him forever.

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