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“But—”

“I have the implant, and I’m clean. If you’d rather not, we can just?—”

“No. I’m clean, too, and I trust you, I just wanted to make sure… Fuck, I’m killing the mood, aren’t I?” I roll my head back, but neither of us has stopped moving.

“Miles?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you just come on me, or I might legitimately die,” she bites out. I don’t know what it is about her words that spurs me on, but it only takes a few more pumps of my shaft before I spill over her stomach and onto the toy. She works my cum inside of her, moaning as her own orgasm slams through her.

Holy fuuuck.

I watch as she tries to breathe through it, deciding between looking at me or looking at the mess we’ve made. I can’t remember the last time I jerked off and it felt that good. Having her here was like an out of body experience.

“What are you thinking about?” she asks, still trying to catch her breath.

“How I’m supposed to have a normal conversation with you after I just witnessed that,” I whisper, shaking his head. Wren rolls her eyes and I pull her jersey over her head before pulling her up to stand. I turn us around toward my en suite, and when she looks in the mirror, taking in how utterly disheveled we look after such a long day, she smiles. I lean down to kiss her shoulder from behind, keeping my eyes locked with hers. “You’ve ruined me, Wren.”

Her mouth twists to the side. “That was always the plan, pretty boy.”

All she gets from that is a smack on the ass before I haul her into the shower and make sure she knows that I’m going to take care of her. She needs to realize that it’s okay to have someone in your corner and to help you take on the load when things get hard. I knew from the moment I met her that I wanted to be that person for her, and I’m going to continue to prove that to her forever.

45

WREN

PREGNANCY BRAIN

Austin

Are we still on for tonight?

Yes.

Austin

Do you want me and Z to pick you up?

I can drive there.

Austin

Okay. See you tonight, Emmy.

See you.

Although my skatingseason is over, Miles has his final game against Carlton University in a few days, and his schedule is packed. I know what he’s like before a game, so I do my best to support him the best I can while also giving him enough time to be on his own. It works out perfectly with both of our schedules and the end-of-year exams that are coming up. It also means I get to spend more time with my girls.

Without skating every day, I’ve had more time to work on my novel, Stolen Kingdom. I’ve had hundreds of late-night FaceTime calls with Gigi, and we’ve been working together so I can get through the first draft of the book. I know how busy she is with her own stories, so I’m so grateful that she’s taken the time to help me out with mine.

I’ve managed to write another thirty thousand words of Stolen Kingdom over the last month, which is a hell of a lot more than I was doing monthly before. Now, I spend lunches in between classes with Kennedy and Scarlett at Florentino’s, reading over the latest chapter. I don’t know how Kennedy is not sick of being here all the time when she still works here most days. We use half an hour of our one-hour window talking over major plot lines and the other half trying to study. Emphasis on the word trying. We have exams coming up, but our priorities are very clear.

“You can’t end it like that!” Kennedy shouts, almost knocking over her coffee. A few people turn their heads and flash us a dirty look. We should probably be banned from eating here.

“I’m not ending it like that. It’s just a draft of the ending. It could change,” I say, taking a bite of my scone. “I am open to suggestions.”

“The only logical ending is that Carmen runs away and starts a new empire,” Scarlett suggests with a shrug.

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