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She laughs, and its pure joy. “Eww, Ridley. You’re such a caveman. I need a shower!” she exclaims as I carry her back towards the bedroom.

“Nope. Right now, Miss Brookes.” I hug her closer, pecking her lips. “I’m going to slip inside you once more, make you scream my name. Okay, maybe more than once.” I pause and she covers her mouth with her hand to stop herself from laughing at my terrible attempt at acting contemplative. I mean, I even stick my tongue out to really sell how hard I’m thinking.

Brea’s head falls back, and she releases a belly laugh. “You’re ridiculous,” she says with a swat to my arm.

I give her a bewildered look. “What? I need to think very carefully about what I want from this body. This is serious.” I pout. Brea purses her lips at my antics.

“Fine,” I acquiesce. “Fuck you, bathe you, and feed you. Then, I’ll give your delicious ass a pat and send you off for the night. In that exact order.”

“I have no complaints. I approve of this plan,” Brea says in amusement as I dump her unceremoniously on the bed.

“I wish we could stay like this forever. You and me, no outside noise, no distractions, just us,” she says, sobering the moment. The weight of our future, the reality of truly being apart for months, shows its ugly head. I want to tell her I can make her wish come true. Tell her that we can have this type of life, but it would be a lie, and I’ve never lied to her. I won’t start now.

She watches me as I take my phone out of my pocket and place it on the bedside table. I remove my joggers, standing before her naked, vulnerable . . . symbolic. Placing my knee down on the bed, I crawl up her body as she removes my t-shirt and tosses it to the floor. I hover over her on my elbow and cradle her head in my hands.

“Angel, you have me for the rest of the day. I have no plans, other than my plans for you. It might not be your exact wish, butwe can steal this time together at least,” I say as she reaches her hand up and cups the side of my face. Turning my head, I place a soft kiss inside her palm. “I love you, Brea.”

She gives me a small smile as she snakes her hand around the nape of my neck and pulls my lips down to hers. “I love you more, Ridley.”

We kiss, unhurried, making new memories together, fulfilling her wish and a little of my own. A wish for us to last, be together and for time to slow down.

EIGHTEEN

INTERLUDE

Podcast Recording:

This is Hockey HomegurlHattie on Ice the podcast with all the latest hockey gossip. OMG I’ve got a story for you my fellow Puckians.

You can run but you can’t hide any longer, Ridley Masters. That’s right ladies and gents, our wayward forward has been located. He’s been right under our noses the entire summer, hiding in plain sight. Before the thought crosses your mind, no, he hasn’t been in our brilliant city of Seattle but further up north in a little town called Lark Bay. I bet you’re wondering what it is he’s doing in some small town in the middle of nowhere. Well, if you’re a true Vipers fan then you already know that Lark Bay is the location for our favorite Captain’s summer Hockey program, Prestige. I know, I know, Tor Bailey has a heart of gold, giving back to underprivileged kids who want to play hockey.

Okay, swoon over. This bit of news comes from one of my avid listeners @VipersFan254life who provided me and a few other of my fellow sleuths with photos from a concert at a bar called Solo Red’s in Lark Bay. We’ve all heard the news inthe past few months of Brea Brookes’ record deal with Solstice Records and upcoming national tour. The hype is real, the girl has mad pipes for real. I’m a fan. Well, catch this. According to the photos making the rounds all over social media, Ridley Masters was sitting in the front row of her performance on the night the picture was taken. I know some of you are already saying, “Hattie, so what? It’s just a concert, right?” Wrong my puckians. Let me dish the tea. Looks like Ridley and Brea have rekindled their relationship. The couple was captured kissing against the wall outside the back of the bar. I mean, holy sneaky shot batman. It was a private moment, but the world needs to know.

I guess all is well between the two lovebirds. No one really knew why the two of them called it off in the first place. All we know is Brea called off their engagement and ghosted. Puck bunnies everywhere are screaming into their pillows. Does Brea deserve a second chance? Tell me what you think in the comments. How long do you think this will last, considering Ridley’s alleged baby momma is still waiting in the wings with baby news? In fact, she’s been radio silent and no one has heard anything from her in weeks. Her identity is still a mystery as well. So, I am wondering if the story is even true. The jury is still out. I have my ears to the street, let me tell you. Hattie is still here for all the gossip, and I will be podcasting on overdrive to bring it to you.

So, here’s the bottom line: Are we going to have to say goodbye to another one of our favorite Vipers? Or is number twenty-five opening up his heart to his ex, only to get it broken again? If it’s the latter, I have a shoulder for you to cry on, Ridley. You can tell momma Hattie all about your woes.

I’ll be taking calls shortly. Let’s talk about this.

NINETEEN

BREA

“Cum for me, Luna,” Ridley mumbles, words lost to his groans of pleasure. With his face buried in the crook of my neck, one arm is braced on the bed, while the other is wrapped around my waist holding me close. Our bodies are soaked with sweat, the top sheet and blankets lay in a pile on the floor beside the bed, and the intoxicating scent of our lovemaking lingers in the air. Well, I think lovemaking went out the window at about three a.m. Now we’re fucking pure and simple.

Ridley rolls his hips, hitting my G-spot with every thrust, slamming into me so hard I gasp for air. I cling to him, legs wrapped around his waist, my heels dig into the top of his ass, urging him deeper. As if he can read my lust addled mind he shifts, fucking me so deep I can feel him in my throat.

Ridley groans with satisfaction as pure filth falls from his lips. “Oh Luna, you were made to take my dick, baby. I want to live in this pussy. Paint your walls with my cum, permanently leave my mark inside you. You love the way I make you feel, love the way I fuck you, don’t you, Angel.”

Moaning and panting my mouth opens and closes as I try to find my words. “Ridley! I love the way you fuck me. Fuck! Yes!” I cry out, back arching in pleasure, gripping his muscular biceps with one hand, while I fist the fitted sheet like my life depends on it.

“Oh, Angel, you’re only going to make my dick harder. You know I love your praise,” he says, leaning forward he catches my swaying nipple between his teeth.

Sucking in a hiss between my teeth, my cries become screams of ecstasy as he bites, sucks, and soothes my sensitive flesh. The sensation is too much and not enough at the same time. “Ridley. I can’t,” I whine, my chest heaves, completely depleted, unable to take any more. Releasing my nipple with a pop he continues to speak. “I know baby,” he croons. “I don’t think this pussy can take much more. You’re close, Luna. Give me one more, Angel. Cum for me!” he commands as he shifts from rolling to grinding his hips, hitting my overstimulated clit, sending a bolt of lightning to every nerve ending in my body.

Throwing my head back, I let go, screaming my release, no longer caring if the entire lake can hear me. I cum so hard my entire body shakes uncontrollably as Ridley continues to pound into me until he comes with my name on his lips.

“Brea, baby, I love you, Angel,” he says as his lips find mine in a soft languid kiss, a complete contrast to the relentless punishment my poor pussy has undergone for hours. The kiss is tender, with so much love and reverence I’m having to fight back tears. Happy tears, reunited tears, soul-mending tears, oh, hell, I don’t know. I can never fight my body’s reaction to the man on top of me.

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