Page 329 of Sin Bin

Logan dropped to his knees as Hunter, Reid, Viggo, Sergei and Dmitri piled on top of him, laughing and screaming their heads off. They sprawled on the ice in a victorious heap as the rest of the team vaulted over the boards, cheering wildly and pumping their fists.

Jupiter and the girls were on their feet screaming, hugging and crying ecstatically.

For the second year in a row, the Denver Rebels were the Western Conference champions. They were one step closer to getting another shot at hoisting Lord Stanley’s Cup.

“One more round to go, boys!” Hunter hollered at everyone. “Just one more round to go!”

After the game, the team had a private party at an upscale club owned by Cabe Landrieu.

The place was packed wall to wall with family, friends, team executives and employees. When the players and coaches arrived, the crowd exploded into cheers, applause and chants of “We want the Cup! We want the Cup!”

The team moved through the crowd accepting congratulatory handshakes, backslaps and hugs. As much as Logan appreciated everyone’s enthusiasm and support, he couldn’t get to Jupiter fast enough.

All the WAGs had changed into body-hugging gold dresses with strappy black heels. They looked gorgeous, but he only had eyes for his woman as he grabbed her and kissed her senseless, sending cheers and catcalls through the crowd.

Once the celebration got under way, speeches and toasts were made, champagne flowed like water and everyone feasted like kings.

After dinner, the music started and couples hit the dance floor.

Logan encircled Jupiter’s waist and drew her against him as she looped her arms around his neck, her full breasts pressed deliciously against his chest. They stared into each other’s eyes as they swayed together, whispering and smiling between kisses, lost to the world around them.

Whether the song was fast or slow, Logan held her close and tight, unwilling to let her go even for a moment. As he gazed into her radiantly beautiful face, he knew there was no limit to what he could achieve or what they could accomplish together, no limit to the depths of happiness they could bring each other. Winning the Cup would be a dream come true. But he’d already won the biggest prize of all, and she was right here in his arms.

When “Asalto” started playing, he and Jupiter grinned delightedly and flowed right into the steps, drawing appreciative applause and whistles from the crowd. The other couples gave them room as they spun and gyrated to the bachata song, becoming the focal point of the dance floor.

Logan felt drunk with exhilaration, on top of the world. Grinning like a lovesick fool, he twirled Jupiter around and pulled her close again, chest to chest, hip to hip. Her skin was glowing under the lights, her eyes were mesmerizing and her smile took his breath away. With every sway of her delectable hips, his body grew hotter and harder. He couldn’t wait to get her home so he could peel off her clingy dress and lose himself in her curves.

“Bro, you must be trying to get yourself killed before your wedding day.”

Pulled out of their private bubble, Logan and Jupiter looked around to see Reid and Nadia dancing nearby with wide grins.

Logan blinked at Reid. “What’d you say?”

“Pops Ryan doesn’t look too happy about you dirty dancing with his daughter.”

They followed Reid’s amused gaze to a large table occupied by Jupiter’s father, Trish, Santino, Roxanne, Rosalie, Barrett, and Nadia and Scarlett’s parents.

Sure enough, Harris was glowering at Logan. When he motioned for him and Jupiter to move about ten yards apart, the others laughed and shook their heads. Trish cupped Harris’s cheek and turned his face toward her, distracting him with a kiss.

As Reid and Nadia laughed and danced off, Logan leaned down to confide in Jupiter’s ear, “Your dad made a point of showing me his gun collection when I went to see him. I sure as hell hope he didn’t bring any with him.”

She threw back her head and laughed.

He grinned, his eyes moving through the crowd to land on Cynara and her dance partner. Although she didn’t identify as Afro-Latino, bachata was an aspect of Dominican culture she wholeheartedly embraced. She loved dancing the bachata, and it showed as she tossed her head in laughter and swiveled her hips, losing herself in the beat of the music.

Her partner looked spellbound.

He wasn’t the only one.

Tucked into a booth in a dark corner of the club, Hunter sat flanked by two bimbos in low-cut dresses. They were pressed against him, simpering and giggling and twirling their hair. But he wasn’t paying attention to them. Completely riveted by the sight of Cynara dancing, he watched her with the single-minded intensity of a hunter who’d set his sights on capturing a rare and elusive trophy.

Logan and Jupiter looked at each other and grinned knowingly.

After dancing two more songs, Jupiter breathed in his ear, “Let’s take a break and get something cold to drink, preferably nonalcoholic. I don’t want to be tipsy when we have our private afterparty later.”

Logan grinned wickedly. “Private afterparty? I like the sound of that.”

She nipped his earlobe. “I bet you do.”

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