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“There,” she says, lifting her hips, meeting me with each of my thrusts. My head drops to her breasts, and I suck the stiff peak of her nipple into my mouth. She cries out. Her pussy is going crazy, milking my cock, and I let go. Burying my face in her neck, I release inside her, and for the first time in my life, I curse the fact that there’s a barrier of the condom between us.

I wait for the panic to set in, but it never comes. Corie is my future, and having a family with her, damn, that would really be something. Knowing I need to clean up, I slowly pull out of her and stumble off the bed toward the bathroom. Quickly, I handle my business before taking a warm cloth to clean my girl up, sliding under the covers, and pulling her into my arms.

“Every time,” she says, over a yawn. “Every time I think nothing can beat the last time, you prove me wrong.”

“That’s us, Corie girl. That’s who we are together. We’ve always had great chemistry, even when we tried to fight it.”

“The best decision we ever made was to give this a go.”

“Yeah,” I agree. I kiss the top of her head and close my eyes. She’s right. Corie will forever be the best decision in my life. My greatest gift this life could give me. Whatever obstacles lie ahead, they’re all worth it—no matter the outcome—as long as the woman in my arms is mine.

ChapterTwenty-One

Corie

I’m standing outside the locker room when Rowan walks up. “Hey, you. How are you settling in?” I ask.

“So far, so good.” She smiles. “What are you doing?” She glances around at the empty hallway that I’m lurking in.

“Oh, I’m waiting for the all-clear from the coach or whoever wants to tell me that I can enter the locker room. The last thing I want to see is my brother’s—yeah, never mind.” I shudder, and she laughs. “I have a charity thing for the guys and a favor for whoever wants to volunteer.”

“Will they volunteer?” she asks.

“My guess is yes, considering it’s either volunteering at the nursing home or going on a date with a supermodel. And I’ve heard some stories about their last trip to the nursing home.” I chuckle.

“Which one is the favor?” she asks. “And that sounds like a story I need to hear.”

“The model. Her agent called, and she needs a date for a fundraiser for underprivileged kids. He asked if any of my single players were interested, for publicity’s sake. Apparently, she and her now-ex just called it quits, and she needs someone to escort her. He thought it would be good PR for the team, and he’s not wrong.”

“Huh,” she says. “I guess that’s one way to find a date.”

“Yep. And the nursing home. Let’s just say that Ms. Margaret had a thing for a few of the players. One in particular, she kept pinching his ass. So I’m pretty sure he’s going to be the one to volunteer for a night with a supermodel.” I grin.

Rowan is laughing, her entire body shaking, as my brother sticks his head out the door. “Cor—” he starts, eyes Rowan, and steps out into the hallway. “What are you ladies so giddy about?” he asks, strolling toward us, his eyes never leaving Rowan. “Landry Reynolds,” he says, offering her his hand.

“Rowan Mills, it’s nice to meet you, Mr. Reynolds.” She shakes his hand.

“Just Landry,” he replies, releasing her hand.

“Rowan is an assistant physical therapist. Last week was her first official week with the team,” I tell my brother.

“Nice.” Landry bobs his head.

“Is it okay for me to go in?” I ask, nodding toward the locker room.

Landry pulls his gaze from Rowan. “What? Oh, yeah, that’s what I came out here to tell you.”

“Good. Come on. See ya later, Rowan,” I say, looping my arm through Landry’s and walking toward the double doors that lead to the locker room. “See something you like, big brother?” I tease.

“Hush it.” He laughs, trying to mess up my hair, before pulling open the door and motioning for me to enter. “We’re actually in the meeting room, just down the hall.” He points to the right, and I follow him. Landry pushes open the door for us to enter, and it slams shut behind us, causing all eyes to turn our way.

“Hey.” I smile and wave. My eyes instantly find Knox, and my smile widens. I can’t help it where he’s concerned.

“Gentlemen.” Coach Warner commands the attention of the room. “You know Corie. She needs your attention and cooperation throughout the season, and I expect you to comply.” He looks at me and nods. “The floor is yours,” he says.

“Thank you, Coach Warner. Hi, everyone.”

“Baby Reynolds!” someone calls out, and I think it’s Reid, but there are a lot of faces staring at me right now, and I can’t be sure.

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