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Me: Everything okay?

Quinn: Yeah, everything's fine. Just ran into a new friend and he bought me a drink. I don't want to be rude.

What the fuck does she mean?

Immediately after her text I get another one, only this time it's a photo of her holding up her drink, with this bar behind her.

She already down here? What the fuck. How did I miss her?

Quinn: Come find me before this drink is gone and I'll let you have your way with me.

Me: You'll let me have my way with you regardless...

I type out the message as I grab the glasses, already doing a scan of the booths around the circular bar.Great. Better hope she's not in a chugging mood.

Quinn: Yeah, but I'm sure this game has your cock nice and hard for me, so I doubt you're complaining ;)

Quinn: Halfway gone.

Fuck. Where is she.

Me: I don't see you.

Quinn: You're not supposed to.

I feel like I’ve won the lottery lately. The season is going great, and once it’s done, I get some down time. It's one of the added benefits to hockey; you get some time during the offseason to recoup and stay in one place for a while, which allows me to spend time with my friends and family. I love having some chill time with my two favorite ladies. But it's alsogiven me too much time to think and worry now that I'm faced with trying to match Nana into a clinical trial.

We are hopeful it will happen and that whatever we can find will help, especially since lately we've been having more bad days than good ones, which breaks my heart.

There’s nothing I wouldn’t give—nothing I wouldn’t do—to keep her with us just a little longer. But how fair is it to ask her to stay in a world that’s slowly fading from her mind, where even the people she loves most are becoming strangers? I’m praying to any higher power that this clinical trial might somehow work a miracle, that it might freeze time before she slips too far away.

I just...I hope I’m not clinging to something that isn’t there.

But none of this is what I should be thinking about right now as I search the bar for Quinn, the spicy girl and her teasing. Glancing around the bar again I catch sight of bright blonde hair tucked into a far booth, and I beeline it for the table, slipping between groups of people as I race against time.

Walking up to the table, I see Quinn is sitting with Stella sharing a glass of champagne, both of them smirking like they're in on some joke.

“Hi, Angel. You're being a little bit naughty,” I say with a smirk as she sips back the last of her champagne.

“You nearly lost,” she teases playfully.

“Still won, Q. Nice to see you, Stella,” I say politely before my eyes are back on Quinn. “Follow me.”

I say the words then I turn on my heel, walking away quietly. I don't miss the mumbling between the two girls, or how Stella comments that she's glad we figured it out. No, I hear it all, but more importantly, I hear my girl’s footsteps following me.

She follows me all the way into the single bathroom, slipping past as I turn around and lock the door—and then my hands are on her.

“What are we doing—you know I have a room right?”

“Yup. And I might make love to you there after this, but right now I need to fuck you. Claim you. Show you exactly what you mean to me, starting with owning this cunt. Now turn around,” I growl, and she does, her back arching as she rubs her ass against me. With one hand, I undo my jeans, bringing the zipper down and sliding my cock out. The other hand slips in front of Quinn, finding the button of her jeans, simultaneously undressing us both as she grinds shamelessly back against me.

“Q, if you keep teasing me, I'll fuck you so hard tonight you won't walk straight for a week,” I threaten, sliding her pants down as my fingers find her clit. “Ready for me?”

“Yes…” She moans as I slide all the way in.

“Good because I wasn't waiting,” I tell her almost regretfully, my body acting on instinct, on impulse. The need for her, to feel her suffocating my cock, is almost more important than breathing right now. Like if I can't have her this instant, I would simply die.

She moans loudly, my hand immediately slapping over her mouth as I drown out the sound, noises from the other side of the door filtering through, reminding me just how close to the outside world we really are, even if I feel like we’re in our own little bubble right now.

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