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“Right now, with my cock inside of you, you’re mine. Mine to touch, mine to kiss, mine to fuck. That is, of course, if you want me to make you come,” he adds with a smirk.

A smirk that makes me want to punch him. Makes me want to kick him in the junk, but I settle for annoying him. Reaching my hand between my legs, I just smile. “I’ve been in charge of my own orgasms for years, I can take over from here.”

I barely even get a full circle against my clit before he’s grabbed both my wrists and has them against the floor above my head, his hips pinning me in place.

“Not so fast, naughty kitten. If you come, it’s because I allow it. “

That’s the last thing he says before he picks up again, his cock sliding in and out of my body at a pace I can barely keep up with, each time he thrusts in, he slams into my g spot pushing me further and further towards my release.

My body starts tingling as his other hand presses against my clit lightly.

“Oh fuck,” I moan, my wrists twisting as my whole body starts vibrating.

The moment he presses against my clit with firm pressure, I feel it begin. But the moment he whispers in my ear, his voice deep, commanding, leaving no room for argument, I know it’s over.

“Come for me, soak my cock like a good little slut.”

I do, like the good little slut we both know I am, but only for him.

Chapter 19

Trevor

Liam has been my agent since I first entered the league. He’s easily been the best agent I could ever ask for. Through the years, we’ve grown to be rather close, he even comes to my parent’s Christmas party every year. After being around so long, Liam and my father became good friends, so now he just kind of feels like a helpful uncle who still gives me shit. He’s always looked out for me and held my best interests at heart, and I know he fights like hell for me to see me out there on the ice.

Which is why I’ve been dreading this conversation almost as much as the one I still need to have with my father. I’ve been a bit of a coward about this situation; I can own it. I just hate letting people down, especially when he’s been one of my biggest fans from day one.

Walking into the restaurant, I spot him in our usual booth in the back corner. He waves me over with his trademark smile.

We always come to this little Italian spot. It’s like a mom-and-pop type of place, but they make the most authentic Italian food and are always so kind. Antoinette and Matteo always make us feel at home and stop by and talk to us when they get a chance.

“Good to see you, Trevor,” Liam says as he stands up, giving me a quick handshake mixed with a side hug.

“It’s good to see you too. It’s been far too long,” I tell him truthfully, even though the reason we haven’t seen each other for so long is because I’ve been avoiding him.

Like I said, coward.

I’ll go up against a 6’4”, 220lb defenseman on the ice any day of the week, but hard conversations are not my specialty.

“It has. How’ve you been?” he says, curiosity swirling around in his eyes as Antoinette sneaks by with a glass of bourbon for each of us before heading to the table of people who just sat down. “Besides avoiding my phone calls these last couple of weeks.”

He’s not mad. I know that for sure. I mean, hell, he’s grinning. But I still feel like I’ve let him down.

“I’ve been… busy. I don’t know. It’s been good though, just a lot,” I say, aware I’ve answered his question in the vaguest way possible, but I’m still not sure what to say as he stares at me like he knows I’m not finished.

Do I tell him that hockey has become harder and harder to bounce back from after long road trips? That when we have a couple of games in a row, I feel like I’m instantly ninety years old, living on ibuprofen.

Or do I tell him about Ellie and Addy?

The two girls came into my life in the most unexpected way, but in such a short amount of time, they’ve become so important to me. The two of them remind me of the joy I used to get from playing hockey.

“Spit it out, son. You’re thinking far too hard for a conversation with me. I can practically hear your brain misfiring. Knock it off,” Liam says, grabbing his glass and spinning it. “Now, you talk to me like you know you always can, or I can tell you exactly what you’re thinking and ruin all the fun.”

I look up and watch as Liam just smirks, knowing damn well he’s confusing the fuck out of me. I swallow a large amount of bourbon, then take a deep breath to try and calm my nerves before locking eyes with Liam.

“I… I think I’m done playing hockey,” I tell him, doing my best to keep my voice strong even though it’s still hard for me to say the words out loud.

I expect him to question me, maybe even get a little defensive, and tell me that he thought I had more life left in me on the ice. But Liam Anderson always surprises me, and usually in the best way.

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