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With my hands planted firmly on her hips, I rock into her, and she cries out. If Tara came home, there’s no way she can’t hear her roommate fucking right now.

Another pump, and her release coats my dick.

“Are you ready to come for me?”

Her head falls forward, and quickly, I reach out and wrap my hand around her hair, gently pulling her back up.

“Don’t collapse on me now, baby. Just give me one more on my dick, and then I’ll let you rest.”

For maybe an hour.

Mia squeezes around me so tight as a deep wail leaves her throat, and I have no doubt this is the hardest she’s ever come.

And that’s it. I’m gone, fucking done. I’m over the edge and never coming back as I spill everything I have inside her.

I fall to my hands on either side of her shoulders and kiss the back of her neck. “Un-fucking-real.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

JESSIE

“Someone’s got a spring in their step.” Jensen smiles at me as we board the team plane to Dallas.

Never did I think I’d be practically skipping onto a flight back to my hometown. But after last night, there’s no bringing me down. “Life’s good right now. What can I say?”

We take a seat next to each other, and Jensen turns to look at me. “You could start with,Thank you for always being right and pushing me to go after the girl.”

I roll my eyes and pull my headphones and cell from my carry-on bag. When I open up the playlist, it’s set on Adele’s album, and the last track played was “Make You Feel My Love.”

I inwardly smile and set my headphones over my ears.

Jensen looks over at the album playing and mouths,Simp.

“All right, listen up.” Coach Burrows closes the overhead bin and turns to the rest of the team. He points at me, and I pull off my headphones and wait for him to speak. “Thanks for joining us, Callaghan. All right, tonight’s game is a late one. It’s a grueling game, and that’s why this morning’s skate was light.I need you to be as rested as possible. Take on extra fluids, eat well, grab a massage from the trainer when we land and get to the hotel. The key to this win is preparation.”

Jensen dips his head down to me. “What about you, Jessie? Have you eaten well?”

I quirk a brow. “What I ate is none of your damn business. But my fist is on the menu if you want that.”

He throws his head back into the seat and laughs.

“Something funny, Jones?” Coach props his hands on his hips.

“Nothing. Just having a bit of fun with Callaghan here.”

“Figures. Well, save the joking around until after we get the W.” Coach spins around and takes his seat at the front.

From a couple of rows down, Zach unclips his belt and walks toward us. Leaning his forearm on the empty seat in front, he lowers his voice. “So, you know how Tate Coulson gave up the C at the start of this season?”

Jensen nods. “Yeah, taking a step back in preparation for retirement.”

Zach’s lips pull to the side as he looks down at the floor and then back up at us. “I don’t know if it’s because they expect the game to be physical or one of their first-line defensemen is carrying an injury we aren’t aware of, but word is, he’s gonna be starting tonight.”

My stomach twists. “So, you’re telling me they want to give a slower, older guy more ice time over younger alternatives?”

Zach shrugs. “That’s what I said to Jon when he texted me to say there’re rumors circulating in the press that he’s being favored over Sanchez.”

“Probably picked something up in early practice. Or it’s bullshit, and they deliberately started a rumor to try and force Burrows’s hand to make changes to our lineup, only for Sanchez to start anyway,” Jensen replies.

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