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He chews on his lower lip, and I force my lips into a smile.
“Maybe I’m nervous,” I admit.
“My sweet puck.” His voice is fond.
Finn crawls toward me, his cheeks flushed from the movement, then he lies me back on the bed. He snaps open the lube and puts it on my cock. I stiffen under the attention from his fingers.
He reaches behind himself and stretches himself. Then he clambers over me, lines himself up with my cock, and slides around me.
Heat pulses through my core, and he grins.
“I’m in,” I say, my eyes widening.
“Teamwork, baby.” Finn inhales deeply, and I wonder if this is more painful for him than he’s acting, but then Finn is moving, moving, moving. His gaze takes on a blissful expression. Sweat shimmers over his chest.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmur.
“Don’t tell anyone.” He winks.
I reach to him to stroke his cock, and he scrambles to pull all the pillows underneath me. I thrust up, and he moves down, and our movements are faster, sloppier, as pings of pleasure spread through us. Conversation gives way to silence then to pants.
God, I am in Finn. Tight heat squeezes me. He flies over me, his loose golden-brown locks bobbing.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
I press my lips together, because we don’t say those words.
Then he explodes. Cum spills over my chest, and three seconds later I am exploding inside him.
He topples onto me, kissing me noisily. “That was totally awesome.”
My heart zooms, and all I can do is nod.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Noah
Normally, I wake up before Finn, and I untangle myself from his arms and pad to the kitchen. Lately, I’ve been taking to making Finn breakfast each day. I sit on a stool and turn on the Wi-Fi of my phone to find some music.
Messages explode, and I smile.
The media follow Finn and me a lot.
I do not normally get a string of text messages from my agent.
Agent: Have you seen this?
I click on the link, wondering why he’s sending me gossip. Are Finn and I topping a ranking for favorite sports couple?
Then my heart drops.
Hockey Confidential
What Boston Blizzard tried to get an annulment from his new husband? Yes, you’re right: Finn Carrington. Clearly, there romance isn’t what it seems. Were Finn and Noah just another drunken hookup?
My heart thumps and thunders, and I stagger back. My phone slips from my fingers. I scramble to catch it, but I’m too late. The screen cracks on the polished concrete floor.
