Page 78 of Worth the Risk

Hannah covered in my cum is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. “Damn, baby. You’re fucking gorgeous like this.”

“Like what?” she asks breathlessly, her chest rising and falling in cadence with mine.

“Covered in me.”

The little minx looks me dead in the eye before swiping her fingers through my cum, bringing them to her mouth, and licking them clean.

“If I ask, will you wake me up every morning to do that?” she whispers.

“For the rest of my life.”

Hannah

Iwake up blissfully sore, but alone.

I knew I would wake up alone, but it still hurt my heart.

As I stretch my arms above my head, I wonder where Luca is in the world right now. I’m not even sure if I know where this road trip was going. West Coast? Canada? Who knows.

My brief tenure with the Denver Wolves allowed me to get a backstage tour of how the team works. Originally, I found it odd that the team tended to travel on early morning flights, but chalked it up to my only experience being with a college football team. Maybe all NHL teams did this, I surmised.

I’ve now learned that it’s basically just Coach Woodward being a dick.

Most NHL teams will travel the night before so the players have time to sleep on the plane, and then again at the team hotel, before they’re required to attend any team practices or function. Woodward likes to schedule activities after the games, then forces the team to travel in the morning.

Honestly, it’s a surprise there haven’t been more injuries at away games, because there’s no way they’re rested. I forcibly shake my head to rid my mind of horrid visions including Luca being hurt, potentially thousands of miles away from me. Lord knows Woodward would probably stand over him and laugh instead of help him in any way.

As my arms stretch above my head, I hear a beep as the door is unlocked. Even knowing it won’t be him, my heart hopes it’s Luca.

“Put the girls away, ma’am,” Arianna shouts as she covers her eyes.

“What?”

“I didn’t come here to see your high beams, Hannah.” She points with the same hand, her eyes squeezed shut, and I realize the sheet has fallen from where I had it pulled against my neck.

“I’d apologize, but you barged into my room. You’re lucky your brother isn’t here, or you’d have probably gotten quite the eyeful.”

“True,” she muses, “but I do enjoy when I have something to hold over my brothers’ heads. It’s especially great at holiday events.”

I roll my eyes as I try to shimmy up in the bed using only one hand, while also ensuring my sheet stays faithfully atop my chest. “Why are you here, Ari?”

“Oh. I figured you might want some help getting dressed, and I brought you a coffee. Also Luca told me to show up here since he wouldn’t be able to.”

“Well go put your nose in the corner by the door so I can run to the bathroom.”

“Seriously? My nose in the corner?” Arianna scrunches up her nose as if appalled by the thought.

“You didn’t have to do that as a kid?”

“No.”

“How did your parents discipline you?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. I’m the baby of the family. I didn’t get disciplined.”

“That really explains a lot,” I mutter. “Turn around! I’m not letting you see anything other than the high beams.”

“Jesus, are you buck naked under there? Gross. Better tell housekeeping to really bleach these sheets,” Arianna teases.

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