Page 89 of The Love You Win

Our chests rise and fall rapidly as we both struggle to catch our breath. That was… unreal. Hot. One of the most erotic things I’ve ever done. I hate that Maddox is on the road. Hate that I can’t hold him or feel him. But this makes up for it. At least a bit.

“Holy shit,” I finally get out after sucking in a shaky breath.

“Agreed.” Maddox stares at me, cum still striped across his abdomen, his fist lazily stroking his cock. “That was… You were… Fuck. You’re perfect.”

My cheeks flush. “I don’t know about that.”

Maddox grabs the phone so I’m forced to look him in the eyes. The intensity in those earthen orbs makes me shiver in the best way. “You are. Perfect. I can’t wait to get home so I can hold you and kiss you and fuck you silly.”

The walls of my core flutter and pulse. I’m already ready for more of him. “I can’t wait, either. I wish you were here so I could curl up and fall asleep with you.” I yawn. It’s late, and it’s been a long day. Not to mention the fact that my body is pleasantly worn out from what we just did.

“You should get some sleep, baby.” His eyes soften at the corners and his full lips curve into an affectionate smile. “Go clean yourself off and go to bed, okay?”

Another yawn grips me, and Maddox chuckles. “I’ll text you in the morning. Sweet dreams, sweetheart.”

I hate to let him go, but I’m so tired. “Sweet dreams, Madds. I miss you.”

“Miss you too, Isla. So much.”

I dream about Maddox. He holds me and tells me I’m beautiful. It’s the best sleep I’ve gotten in days.

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MADDOX

“Maddy!”

I let out a soft oomph as Mira barrels into me, wrapping her arms around my middle in a tight hug. “Hey, Mi-Mi. Long time no see.”

“You could have come visit me in Chicago, you know,” she says with her face smooshed into my chest. “Then it wouldn’t be so long.” She releases me with a grin. “Missed you.”

“Missed you too, pipsqueak.” After grabbing her suitcase, Mira loops her arm through mine as we make our way to the parking garage. “How’s the current boy toy? What’s his name again?”

My sister rolls her eyes at me, frowning. This is how it always is with us. She dates someone, and I refuse to learn their name because what’s the point? They’re never good enough for her. “Jared.”

“How’re things going with him? You’re all moved in, right?” I guess I should meet him, since my sister’s living with the guy. He needs to know what’s at stake. If he hurts her, he won’t just answer to me, he’ll answer to every single member of the Rogues. Especially my guys. They’re just as protective of Mira as I am.

She clears her throat. “Yeah. All moved in.”

“That’s all you’re going to say? So chatty.” She groans as I set her suitcase in the back.

“Oh, come on, Maddy, you don’t want to know about my love life. We don’t really talk about this stuff. The only reason I found out about Isla was because of social media. I’ve read more intimate details about your relationships than you’ve told me personally.”

She might have me there. When Candace and I were dating, she liked to be seen. I should have recognized it for what it was—a red flag—but I was too wrapped up in her. There were plenty of times when we’d go out and end up being photographed. Now, I wonder if she tipped the paps off about where we were going to be because it happened a lot. And always on the nights when she looked her hottest. I’m sure my mom and sister ended up reading more than they ever wanted to know about my exploits. But I’m not that guy anymore, and Isla isn’t like Candace. She doesn’t crave the spotlight.

“Yeah, well, don’t worry. You won’t have to read about my sex life with Isla in the papers. I’m keeping her to myself.”

Mira claps her hands and wiggles in the passenger seat after she buckles herself in. “I can’t wait to meet her. She seems really sweet.”

“She is.”

“But you two have definitely made your way into a few articles, Maddy. Sorry to be the one to tell you.”

That’s news to me. Though, admittedly, I haven’t done any googling. “What do you mean?”

My sister rests her hand on my shoulder, understanding softening her features. “Don’t worry. It’s nothing like when you were with that bitch, Candace. It’s just that there are photos of the two of you standing together chatting at that assembly you and the guys did, a few of you together at her school one day, and Griffin posted that photo of her with him and Sebastian calling her your girl.”

Okay, none of that’s so bad. With Candace, there were photos of her draping herself all over me, her tits nearly popping out of her dress. Hell, one time someone caught a shot of us with her hand sneaking down my pants. Coach was pissed about that one, but those kinds of photos never show you what happens after that split second in time. And in the case of Candace’s hand down my pants, I put a stop to that before her fingers made it too far past my waistband. Hockey is my passion and my career, and if I’m in the press, I want it to be because they’re talking about how well I’m playing, not making claims I get hand jobs on the regular while I’m out at clubs and restaurants.

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