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“Ready for tomorrow?” I asked once we were out of his room.

“I’m packed, if that’s what you mean, but it’s going to be weird going on a vacation without Benny or Claudia.”

“We’ll take them somewhere—Hawaii, maybe.” Hawaii, sounded perfect. Bree in a string bikini. Fucking her on the beach in the dark. Damn, that was a brilliant idea. She stared at me, lips pursed, and I realized what I’d said. Because my mom couldn’t go to Hawaii and per our agreement, we were only an us for her. “What? We’re staying friends, right?”

“That’s the plan,” she answered, and I hated the hesitation. I wanted a definiteyes. Would she still let me fuck her on the beach? Friends with benefits still, maybe?God, please let us stay friends with benefits.

“So then we’ll still take them.”

She nodded with her eyes cast down and walked into our bedroom. Before she went to sleep, I pinned her down to thebed. “Listen,” I said. “I promised you I’d still be in Benny’s life. That means you and Claudia are a part of my life too.”

“You’re a good man, Baker Reece.” She tipped her chin up, pressing a kiss to my lips, and then she turned onto her side under me.

Something felt wrong about her response.

I lay on my back thinking about what my mom said earlier and Bree’s reaction just now. Things were starting to get complicated. We had to figure it out because I needed to keep Bree and Benny around.

On that thought, I let myself drift off to sleep.

CHAPTER

FOURTEEN

BREE

My stomach dipped and rolled on the drive to the airport, and I couldn’t figure out why. Jaycee had become a good friend. I liked Chesney, too. We spent less time with her because she always seemed a bit shy and didn’t accept all the invites that Jaycee sent out. Still, I knew her.

The car dropped us off at a private airport. Reece took our bags from the trunk. Jaycee walked toward us with her arms out.

“How’s my favorite goalie and his better half?” she called out, and I couldn’t help but smile at Reece’s low, rumbling laugh. “Hey, girl…” she whispered as she wrapped me in a big hug. “I’m so glad you’re joining us. The others are already on the plane.”

“Where’s my hug?” Reece asked, and for someone who used to be so quiet and withdrawn, him asking for a hug felt kind of huge. Jaycee let me go to hug him.

“Someone’sin a good mood,” she quipped.

He shrugged. “Getting laid while on the road? Fuck yeah, I’m in a good mood.”

“Grant used almost those same exact words.”

Jaycee and I began laughing. I bent forward, my hand on her shoulder, we fell against each other, until Reece started walking toward the plane wheeling the bags behind him and I took that as my cue to get my butt moving.

A man in an airport uniform approached Reece, taking the bags from him. I should point out that this was a smallish airport, where chartered flights took off from and landed at. Boy, and the perks of living with your hockey star fake boyfriend just kept on coming, just like me—because of the fake boyfriend. The orgasms were definitely real, and I had to admit, if only to myself, that I loved the idea of getting laid while he was on the road.

When we reached the stairs, Reece stopped me, spinning me into his arms. “This is where I leave you. I have to travel with the team.”

“Then I’ll see you when we land.”

“Woman,” he rumbled, pressing his lips to mine, “you better prepare because when I get you to the hotel”—I sifted my fingers through the thick hair at the back of his head and he groaned—“I’m gonna fuck every hole on your body, Bree.” My face heated, equal parts turned on and scared that Jaycee might’ve heard that. “Everywhere you walk with Jaycee and the other women, my cum will be leaking into your panties.” He dragged his lips to my jaw. “Every step you take, you’ll think of me.”

Whoa.My heart sped and my chest heaved. “Reece,” I whispered, and he slapped my bottom. The quick movement and sudden light sting jarred me, and I jumped.

“What’s my name?”

I snickered through my sigh. “Baker.”

“Damn straight, Baker.”

“Right. But now I get to explain something. You areverylucky that we were embroiled in some sort of long-term foreplay when you slapped my ass, because if you ever slap me when sex isn’t involved, I’m gone. Forever.”

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