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I closed my eyes and savored how safe I felt surrounded by him.
I drifted back to sleep while we snuggled, and was awoken by hislips kissing the back of my neck. I let out a happy noise, grinding my ass against the hard length I felt through the fabric of my panties.
“I was enjoying cuddling,” I whispered.
“Me too,” he growled into my ear. “But I’m going to enjoythisa lot more.”
He pulled my panties aside, then guided his cock up into my lips. I was already drenched, and he slid into me easily from the side. He sighed happily, while I let out a long, ragged moan.
“Shh,” he whispered. “Don’t want Mason to hear.”
I closed my eyes and drove my hips backward, begging him for more. And more was what he gave. He gripped my leg and fucked me steadily, rolling his muscular body against mine. Tangled there in the morning sheets, we gasped and kissed, moaned and squeezed. And just when it was too much, when the pleasure overwhelmed me and I bucked and cried out, Grayson clamped his broad palm over my mouth to muffle my frantic screams.
He dragged his teeth across my earlobe and exploded inside me moments later, gasping and hissing like he was completely coming undone. His arms wrapped around me and clung tightly to my body for a long time, until he eventually began to relax.
“Good morning,” I said.
His laughs vibrated through his chest and into my spine. “Good morning to you, too.”
“That was delightful,” I said. “But now what?”
“Now,” Grayson rumbled, “I need to prove you’re not a distraction.”
“I meant with regards to food—if you wanted to get breakfast now, or wait until brunch,” I replied. “But after you feed me… how are you going to prove I’m not a distraction?”
“By winning the next two games,” he replied confidently, “and taking this series from the Oilers.”
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Grayson
It was amazing howeasymy job became when the rest of my life was stable.
When everything was right in the world, and I had anamazingwoman waiting for me, my job swinging a hockey stick seemed simple.
Game six was at home in front of an energetic Frost Bank Center crowd. I didn’t need to search for Josie among the crowd; I knew she was there, watching down on me, and that’s all the support I needed.
The Oilers played tough, tying the score in the third period and sending the game into overtime. But it felt like we were the team of destiny, that nothing could stop us. Even the fans seemed to buzz with electricity, like they knew there was no way we could lose this game.
Three minutes into overtime, Mason and I were on the attack. He passed it to me to take the shot, but I faked it and passed back to Mason instead, letting him score the game winner.
Being captain of the team meant lifting up my teammates, after all.
The next morning, we flew to Edmonton for game seven. Josie rode with me to the arena, where the team was meeting before taking the bus to the airport. I told her she didn’t need to come, but she had insisted—and now that she was here, I was glad for the few extra minutes wewere sharing together.
“You could always come with us,” I suggested. “Say the word and I’ll book you a flight.”
She smiled wryly. “Let’s not have a repeat of the last Edmonton trip I went on. People have finally stopped making mean comments on my videos. The last thing I want is to get blamed for the team losing tomorrow night.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You think we’re going to lose?”
“I think you’re going to kick their asses back to the stone age.” She leaned in and brushed her lips against mine. “But only if I stay home.”
“Fine,” I said. “But you’d better be watching the game.”
“We’ll see,” she teased. “I don’t really like hockey.”
I smiled on the entire flight north. Josie and I still had so much to discuss aboutus, but for now it was a comforting feeling knowing that she was mine. That she would be waiting when we returned to Texas, win or lose.
