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Fuck, the only thing that could make this better is fillingher. Coatingher. Markingheron the inside as my mouth and hands have on the outside.
“Oh wow…” Finley rasps as we lay a spent, sweaty heap on the bed, catching our breaths, basking in the afterglow of our release. “Wow...”
“Goddamn… that was…fuuuck…” I shift onto my side, allowing my sated cock to ease out of her when she shifts with me.
Her hair is everywhere. That delectable peachy scent tinged with the aroma of our fucking as she burrows into me. Our naked bodies tangle together while I comb my fingers through the knotted lengths.
It’s bliss.
“You need to curse more often,” I say, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “That ‘fuck’ sent me over the edge. That was it. It was the hottest. I was done.”
“It just… slipped out, rolled right off my tongue.”
“I like it.”
Deep blue eyes hold mine with the trembling caress of her fingers along my jaw. “I like you, Jayden Morrow.”
“So much, Finley-James.”
So muchthat I don’t care how messy we are, I can’t tear myself from her.
CHAPTER 52
ELIJAH
Four more games.
My heart sinks to my feet as I sit in Coach’s office with PT Jordan and Doc going over the STATs from the two Biofeedback training sessions.
Coach gives me a narrow-eyed glance, concern tugging down at the corners of his lips. “You’re coming back, Sylkes. The team needs you at your best.”
“Another week, and we’ll be in a different place,” Jordan adds, like that’s meant to lessen the blow. “A few more sessions and I think we’ll have a better view of triggers and really work on the techniques to lower the stress peaks.”
This morning’s session was fucked the second I bumped into Ryker. As for stressors, this whole situation is one. A huge fucking boulder of anxiety. I just want to get back on the ice. All these schedules, lists, and plans that are meant to be helping me are doing nothing more than adding pressure.
Coach and Doc continue back and forth on what more we can do to make sure I’m ready. When Doc suggests introducing me back to training my heart jumps up in my chest. Only to wilt when Coach levels me with an uncertain frown.
Please, I need this.
“I want you at practice tomorrow morning,” Coach says, ignoring the loud ring of my phone.
Lex. I check before I send the call to voicemail.
“Nothing too strenuous,” Doc adds. “Especially with it being your first session off the meds.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Yeah, I think we need to get an idea of where you are without the meds. I want to see you next to Morrow,” he says, his mention of Jayden clouding my head with reminders of last night.
Him and Finley.
Finley and me.
The way his eyes threatened to eat me up when I was kissing her. My whole body clenches and tingles with the heat thrumming through my veins.
Coach excuses me, and I practically leap out of my seat already unlocking my phone to message Jayden and Finley.
Opening up the message app, I pull up a new group chat and add Jayden and Finley to it.
