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“Perfect,” I say, wrapping my leg around his waist, arching my hips to allow him even deeper. “Now,” I order. “Give me the rest of it.”

And just like always…

He does.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Jackson

My dick hasn’t had nearly enough of her, the taste from last night fucking incredible, fucking perfect?—

But not nearly enough.

I managed to get her to come, to feel the clamp of her pussy around my cock before I lost all vestiges of control and came in pathetically few strokes. And I had her again this morning, a quick and furious fuck that ended up with her on top of me, those gorgeous tits bouncing in my face and an orgasm burning down my spine.

But I need more.

I want more.

I need?—

“Head’s up!”

To keep my fucking head up, I realize, dodging around Raph after nearly plowing into my teammate who’s innocently warming up.

“Dude,” he mutters.

“Sorry.” I don’t make an excuse, because I don’t have one.

Raph narrows his eyes at me. “Women, man,” he mutters before skating off, not giving me shit, because he has a woman who put him through his own ringer—until they stumbled into something that I used to envy.

Now I just…

Want to get there.

Amgoingto get there—Claire and I versus the world.

Claire and I versus the bullshit of our past.

I could hurt?—

I cut that thought off as I keep moving across the ice. I could hurt her. I likely will because I can be a complete asshole sometimes, but…I’m going to do what I did with hockey—keep focused on the small details, keep doing better, keep moving forward.

Thinking that would have sent me spiraling even a week ago.

Not today.

Not again.

Because I want Claire.

Because I don’t want to fuck it up?—

“Dude!”

I blink, realize I nearly mowed Raph over again.

“Sorry,” I mutter.

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