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The waves are moving through my core, threatening to tip me over the edge. “No, you don’t. We’re fine. I have an IUD. As long as you’re clean?”

“I am,” he says, pulling my thong down in one quick movement. Then he leans over against my back, his huge, hot cock resting right along my ass, as he asks softly, “Are you sure? Because this—having sex like this—is huge. It’s a first for me, too.”

I glance over at him, where his chin rests on my shoulder. “I’m glad I can be your first for something, too.”

“You’re my first for just about every single thing besides sex, Jules.” He reaches down, dragging the tip of his cock along my wet seam, teasing me as he presses it over my clit. I can’t hold in my moan as I rock my body against him, needing the friction and pressure against that bundle of nerves. What Ireallyneed is him filling me. “And you’re never doing this with anyone else. This is forever.”

My thoughts are a jumbled mess as I try to absorb whathe’s saying, what he’s promising. But I can’t seem to find my words, all I can do is groan out a “Yesss,” as he presses into me, entering me slowly. The sensation of his skin on mine, inside me and all around me, has me pressing back into him, taking all of him at once.

He lets out a whispered, “Holy shit,” as he starts to move. His fingers make their way around my hip and down to my clit, giving me the friction I needed there as he thrusts inside me, and I feel like I’m about to explode all around him. I was already so close, and the tingling sensation spreads through me quickly, until I’m grunting each time I sink back onto him.

“Look at you,” he says, and I look up over my shoulder at him. He’s standing behind me, watching me take him as he pushes into me. “Look at that beautiful pussy, taking me so well. You were fucking made for me.” Increasing the pace, his jaw clamps together, the words barely escaping through gritted teeth as he says, “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I agree, as I use the railing at the top of the glass wall for leverage to help me push back into him and set the pace I need. And when my muscles contract within my core, it’s a completely new sensation—it’s not the manual stimulation on my clit that’s bringing me to orgasm, it’s the way that ridged head of his cock slides along the deepest recesses of me. I swear I see stars that aren’t there as white-hot heat pours through me, every drag of his dick threatening to tip me over the edge and into euphoria. And when it happens, I cry out, followed by a promise. “I’ll always be yours.”

Chapter Thirty-Nine

COLT

“You are on fire tonight,” McCabe yells at me when I snag another puck. For a second, I thought the slap shot might get by me. But at this point in my career, knowing exactly where the puck is at is almost second nature. I didn’t even have time to look for it as I snagged it out of the air, but the whistle signals the stop of play.

“Don’t fucking say it,” I tell McCabe as I toss the puck at the ref for a face-off.

“Not saying shit,” he says. He knows what I mean. I don’t want him to even mutter the S-word, even though right now, as we’re up 3-0 with less than a minute left in the third period, it’s on everyone’s mind. I haven’t had a shutout in a while, and I’d love to have one on home ice with my whole family and Jules in attendance, but I’m also superstitious as hell and don’t want to jinx it.

As the players line up around the circle to my left, one of Carolina’s forwards, Martin Levesque, shoots a look over hisshoulder at me. He’s been coming at me all game, with comments like, “You broke Lester’s fucking face.”

That’s right, I did. Not only did I fracture his nose, but he has a hairline fracture in his cheekbone. I saw the pictures that were posted online and despite how bruised and swollen he was, I didn’t feel an ounce of fucking regret. I sure as shit hope he felt some, though.

The fine the league levied and the way my goalie coach ripped me a new asshole...those were incredibly small prices to pay. Jules will never get the apology she deserves from him, but hopefully his broken face at least helps avenge her.

As soon as the puck drops, Lester’s asshole friend skates backward toward me. He’s not lining up to receive a shot. The puck is down near center ice, but the ref won’t call him offsides unless someone passes to him. He keeps his back to me and plants himself right in front of me. And then the top of his stick flies right at my face, catching in my mask as he pulls me forward and throws me to the ground.

I hear the whistle, and when I get up, I don’t move to fight him. I just laugh at him and say, “Tell Lester I said I hope his face looks like that forever. And enjoy the rest of the game in the penalty box. We could use a fourth goal on a power play, anyway.”

The refs get to him before my teammates do, which is lucky for him, because if there’s anything that’ll get you an ass kicking in hockey, it’s touching the other team’s goalie. And when Walsh sinks the puck into the other net, I take a moment to skate over to the sin bin and personally thank Levesque for his terrible judgment.

Ifeel like I’ve aged ten years in the time it takes me to get all my gear off, shower, listen to the post-game pep talk Wilcott gives us, pack up my gear for our trip down south, and talk to the media. Everyone wants to discuss the shutout, and all I want is to spend as much time as possible with Jules before I have to get on that plane tonight.

I’m finally heading over to say hello to my family and goodbye to Jules when a text comes through from a number I don’t recognize.

Unknown Number

Hey Colt, it’s Jasmine. I need to talk to you after the game. Can you tell me where to meet you?

I don’t know what it is about this woman that makes her incapable of taking a hint. When she was hitting on me the other night at the Neon Cactus, asking why I never call her back, I explained that I’m engaged and very much not interested. Is she one of those women who only wants you more when they think you’re playing hard to get?

Instead of responding, I block this number too. I told my fiancée that I’d blocked all the women in my contacts, and I mean to keep that promise.

Jules is the first person I see when I walk through the doors, but she’s deep in conversation with my nephew and doesn’t notice me. Her blond hair is in a ponytail, and she’s talking with her hands, which she only does when she gets really excited about something. As I come up behind her, Simon says, “That’s so cool. I’d love to be able to learn fromyou. Maybe I can visit over the summer and shadow you on a job site for a couple days? I mean, if you don’t mind.”

Simon is currently a sophomore at a technical high school, training to be a carpenter. He has always loved building things, and he’s particularly talented when it comes to woodworking. The fact that he wants to learn from Jules, and the way Cheri and Gabriel are looking at her like she’s amazing and accomplished, has me kind of choked up.

It’s ironic that this whole thing started because I couldn’t get over what they’d done to me, but as soon as Jules was in my life, their betrayal ceased to have the impact it once had.

“Mathieu,” my mom’s voice rings out when she sees me standing there. I notice Jules lean in and say something to Simon, but I can’t hear what it is because Mom’s already thrown her arms around me and is chatting away about the game.

“What a game for us to come see!” Dad says, as he claps me on the shoulder. “You did well.”

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