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My mouth slipped free with apop.“Need you, now. You can skip the condom—I’m on the pill.”
Beckett’s nostrils flared, and he pulled his hand free. I hardly had time to feel the emptiness before his cock was there, sliding home.
We both groaned in unison, bare skin feeling so good with each stroke. His mouth crashed down on mine, teasing and tasting in time with his movements. My nails scratched across his back, digging in as I tried to hold on. Tried to keep this moment from ending.
But everything felt too good. His head dropped down to my shoulder, kissing there. “Tell me you’re going to come. I don’t know if I can hold out any longer, you feel so good.”
I nodded, afraid to open my mouth, afraid of the noises I wanted to make.
“Come for me, baby,” he said against my skin. “Let me feel you.”
My body tightened around his, pulsing and squeezing tight, and Beckett swore into my skin. His hips picked up the pace, growing erratic, until he shuddered above me.
He dropped his weight down on me, and I wrapped my arms around his back, holding tight. Skin to skin, breaths mingling, hearts pounding, I let myselffeelthe love pouring off him, even if I hadn’t said it back.
In that moment, I wasn’t just afraid of losing him. I was afraid of how deeply I needed him. Of how badly I didn’t want to let go.
36
The room was still wrapped in shadows when I woke, the faintest thread of light just beginning to stretch across the horizon.
Emmy was beside me, half-tangled in the sheets, her face turned toward mine, lips parted in sleep. One hand rested on my chest, her fingers curled just above my heart like she’d been holding on even in her dreams.
My breath caught somewhere between awe and ache.
Ihadto go.
Training started on Friday, which meant I had to drive down today.
Returning to the ice was everything I said I wanted. Everything I’d worked toward since the day I went under the knife, since the moment the surgeon saidifinstead ofwhen.
And yet, lying here, with her tucked against me in bed, it didn’t feel like victory.
It felt like heartbreak.
I brushed my knuckles gently along her arm, tracing the line of her shoulder, careful not to wake her. I wanted tofreeze time, stay wrapped in this quiet dawn with her forever.
She shifted slightly, letting out a soft sigh that hit me square in the chest.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
I wasn’t supposed to fall for her. Not like this. Not so fast or so deep that the thought of leaving her made my stomach twist into knots I couldn’t untangle.
I’d spent my whole career chasing the next level, the next win, the next shot to prove I was good enough. And now that it was finally in reach again, all I could think about was what I’d have to leave behind to take it.
WhoI’d leave.
Emmy had changed everything.
Not just my recovery or my routines, but the way I saw my future.
Of course, I wanted to be on the ice. I missed it. But not like I knew I was going to miss this—the early mornings at the pond with Jace. The sound of my mom’s house full of love and laughter. The late nights with Emmy’s body wrapped around mine.
I never thought the hardest part of going back would be walking away from home, because that’s what this was. Her, and Jace, and this messy, beautiful life we’d somehow stitched together.
I didn’t know how to leave.
Didn’t know how to stay, either.
