Page 62 of One Pucking Wish

“I love you. I’m just so happy for you.”

“Thank you for being here. Thank you for loving me.” The words, raw and full of emotion, fall from my lips, but I don’t try to stop them. I want her to know. “This wouldn’t be the same without you.” I hold my gloved hand against my chest. “The twenty-ninth is my mom’s birthday. I want you to know that I’m all in. With you. Forever.”

The most beautiful smile crosses her face, and she cradles my face in her hands. “You should win the Stanley Cup more often,” she teases. “And I know. Forever.” She pulls my face to hers, and I kiss her with everything I have.

The team parties late into the night. The bar is packed with navy-and-white jerseys, cheers, and smiles. It’s been way too long since this organization has brought home the Cup. These fans deserve this win. This team deserves this win. These men, my family… we’ve worked so hard—training longer and harder than any other team out there—it feels so good.

The only person missing from this celebration is Beckett, and I wish he were here, especially given how much he’s given to this team and his amazing shot that won us the game. But he’s at the hospital welcoming his firstborn into the world, and that’s pretty epic. It doesn’t get better than becoming a Stanley Cup winner and a father on the same day.

I want to take this energy and pure joy and bottle it up. It’s intoxicating.

Looking to my side, I see Penny. She’s stunning in my jersey, with form-fitting jeans that hug her every curve and black-heeled boots. Her red curls bounce against her back, and she dances with Iris. And the smile she wears is my undoing. Penny, with her pulled-back hair, business suit, and scowl, is beautiful. This Penny—the one exuding nothing but happiness—is drop-dead gorgeous.

Only one thing can make this night better, and I can’t wait another second.

I close the distance between us and lean into her ear. “You ready?”

“Sure! Are you? Have you celebrated enough with the guys?” she yells over the music.

I simply nod and extend my hand.

She takes it and threads her fingers through mine.

We say a round of quick goodbyes and take off for her place.

The second her front door is shut, we make quick work of removing our clothes. Clearly, I wasn’t the only one waiting for this.

Cradling her face with my hands, we kiss—hard and rough—as we stumble into her bedroom. She falls back onto the bed and spreads her legs.

I growl, desperate to feel her. With an arm on either side of her, I crawl up her body.

Penny’s moan as I slide into her wetness is the hottest sound I’ve ever heard. It drives me to the bridge of insanity, like everything about her does. Every. Fucking. Thing.

She captures my stare. Her big doe eyes hold me hostage as I thrust inside her. Her long red hair splays out on the bed as her ample tits bounce as I continue my assault. She’s a vision, and she’s mine. My fingers splay across her soft breasts, and I squeeze her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She raises her hips, meeting me with every thrust, allowing me to go deeper. I want to explode.

We’re frantic now, our bodies pounding against each other, chasing the orgasm that we’re desperate for. Penny slides a hand between her legs, and the sight of her touching herself makes me growl loudly into the room. She whimpers and cries out as her body starts to shake.

Fuck yes.

I thrust into her hard, sending her body forward, and she throws her free hand out against the bed to steady herself. Our skin slaps together. More moans. Labored breaths. Slapping skin. Desperate whimpers. Guttural sighs. Sobs of pleasure.

It’s the best symphony I’ve ever heard, and it’s ours. Only ours.

We fall over the edge together, our moans of release dancing in the heated air. My body shakes with waves of pleasure. Penny breathes heavy, her full lips parted. I fall atop her, my chest expanding, desperate for air.

I roll off her, throwing my forearm over my eyes, my body still humming from pleasure. Penny scoots toward me and kisses my chest, slick with sweat.

“That was amazing.” She sighs.

“Perfect,” I utter. “A perfect end to a perfect day.”

CHAPTER

TWENTY-FIVE

PENNY

Gunner’s big body at my side and his strong hand wrapped in mine bring me a sense of peace I’ve never known. He’s everything I’ve ever needed but never knew to wish for. Today feels so much different than I thought it would. Truthfully, I thought it would hurt. I was sure my chest would ache with everything I’ve lost.

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