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Marie

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James has been staying with us for a few weeks now. It’s been an easy adjustment, so far. He’s up at the crack of dawn, already has fruit chopped up for me and coffee that he made for himself. He drives me to the rink on the days that I work when he’s not playing, and even home after practice.

I have the girls drive me for the home games, and we still watch on the edge of our seats on our couch during every away game.

I feel bad that the twenty-seven-year-old, millionaire jackass is sleeping on the couch, but if I invite him to my bed, there’s no way I would get any sleep.

One, I would be freaking out about accidentally talking in my sleep, or two, attacking him when I’m too horny to breathe.

Or snuggling up against him and trapping him under my heavy belly and he would never be able to leave the bed again.

Really, it’s a struggle, and I have these thoughts almost every night. Plus, he would barely be able to sleep with how often I get up in the middle of the night to sip water, go pee, or eat some crackers when I feel like I’m starving.

There are some days where I can barely eat, and others where I can’t stop the cravings. Good thing the girls love to drive and enjoy cracking up about my late-night nonsense. The freezer is now filled with all sorts of goodies for me to choose from at two in the morning.

At least James sleeps through that shit as he snores on the couch or the pull-out when he’s not too tired to set it up.

We’ve fallen right back into our old lives, our old routines. We fall asleep on the couch almost every night he’s home, and I wake up alone in my own bed the next morning. We have the team over pretty consistently, and he goes out with them after their home games.

We talk about everything and nothing, cuddle as if we’re still teenagers just trying to figure out our lives.

My heart hurts.

I’ve always been so damn in love with this man and after everything we’ve been through, I should know better by now. He sees me as more of a sister.

I’m at home, curled up on the couch when he walks in around noon. They had away games the past few nights, so I had a few days off. We’ve been texting and having late-night talks every night he’s been gone.

The sound of his deep, gravelly voice putting me to sleep, or me hanging up on him so that I can get myself off with my handy dandy sex toys.

He winks at me as he drops his bag in the hallway and strolls right up to me. His clothes are wrinkled and he looks absolutely exhausted.

Fuck, I missed him, and he looks so damn hot with his scruff growing out, his blonde hair in a disarray as if he just woke up.

“I could barely sleep while I was away,” he groans as he collapses down beside me and throws an arm around my shoulders. I blush when he looks down at me and smirks, as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking. But he doesn’t. He never will. “Nolan and Landon invited themselves over for dinner tonight, if that’s okay? They promised to take care of the shopping, the cooking,andthe cleaning.”

I shrug and glance away from him, wishing I could slide my fingers through his grown-out blonde hair. “Sure. Why don’t you head into my room for a nap? I’m too comfortable to move and want to know what the hell is happening in this show.”

He pouts at me and pulls me in closer against his warm, hard body. I glance out the window over his shoulder and frown at the falling snow coming down heavily. The damn snow has been steadily coming down these last few days. I’ve been a nervous wreck about the girls out driving in that.

“Come nap with me?”

I freeze and blink into his bright, sky-blue eyes. “What?”

He shrugs and helps me stand, bending down to grab his bag before pulling me to my bedroom at the end of the hall. “I just want a nap. Your breathing always lulled me to sleep.”

I roll my eyes and slowly crawl into bed, groaning as I roll my heavy body over, panting for breath. “I probably snore withall of this weight pressing up into my lungs. Are you sure you’ll be able to sleep?”

He sends me a look and pulls off his clothes, leaving him in just his tight boxers, where I can see the outline ofeverything.I hold my breath. Oh my hell. Why is he doing this to me?

I haven’t been with many men, but the men I have been with have been… blessed.

Landon has the girth, while Nolan has the length… I even had a quick fling with Logan several years ago, and that boy is packing heat.

But James? All of the above. We were more than tipsy that night last year. But I still remember his slick, hot body rocking against mine. The feel of his lips sucking on my neck, his fingers delving into my slick lips and pressing against my clit. How he rolled his hips and hit me so deep that I saw stars.

He has a beautiful dick and definitely knows how to use it.

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