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The rest of the game, though exciting, is more subdued. I lock eyes with Ridley a few times during the third period, pure happiness on his face from me being here means everything. My nerves for what I’m about to do has my heart beating triple time but the moment feels right.

Bast lets through two goals as Toronto attempts to tie up the game, but Tor manages to score once more before the final buzzer sounds. The Vipers win the Stanley Cup six to four. Horns blare, confetti rains down on the screaming fans and the players down below. Tor circles the arena with the cup held high over his head, stopping to bow to Alexis, before he passes the cup to Ridley. I watch him make his circuit around the ice, eyes blurry with tears of joy and pride. Wiping them furiously, I reach into my satchel and pull out the folded fabric Destani painstakingly made for me during the concert tonight. I swallow as I unfold it slowly. I have to say, I’m more than impressed that she was able to press it down enough so that it fit.

He looks up, eyes finding mine easily, and I repeat the same gesture he’d given me all those months ago. With my hand over my heart, tears falling down my face, I mouth, “I love you.” Shaking out the fabric, I hold it up for him to see, ignoring the gasps and shouts from fans as the world takes in my grand gesture at the same time he does. Ridley’s skating comes to a halt as he reads my message: Ridley Masters, will you marry me?

When he throws off his helmet, he gives me a thumbs up. I can see him mouth the word, “Yes!” The noise is so loud in the arena, his thumbs are all the confirmation I need.

Stanley Cup? What Stanley Cup? He said yes.

RIDLEY

(Two weeks later)

Brea’s asleep in the passenger seat, face pressed comically against the window, mouth slightly parted. A little trickle of drool slides down the corner of her lip, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to hold in my laughter. I love this woman, like this she’s the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen. Carefree and relaxed, vulnerable. I’m the luckiest man in the world, the only man in the world to see her this way. I get to watch her drool for the rest of our lives. I’m still riding the high of her proposal. It was unconventional, but that’s my girl.

My Angel is exhausted. She’s been going nonstop since the last day of her tour in Seattle. With the renegotiation of her contract she’s been in Los Angeles making plans to remain home in Seattle for the foreseeable future recording her next album. When she’s ready, she will do some touring, but only at smaller venues. We won’t be apart like we were the last ten months, but even if we were, it wouldn’t matter. We would make it work, but I’m glad we don’t have to. Brea is living her dream, and she is living it her way, on her terms. She has her music, I have hockey, but most importantly, we have each other.

She arrived back from Los Angeles yesterday and I only allowed her a few hours of sleep before I had a spark of inspiration. I packed our bags and convinced her to take a drive with me. I channeled my parents, memories of early morning car rides through sleepy eyes, only to wake up in a whole new world. The feeling of spontaneity, the thrill of adventure, I want this for us, always. We’re on a road to nowhere, the destinationunknown, no obligations, other than each other. I’ve been driving for hours now. We watched the sunrise in Seattle this morning and now we are heading toward Montana, with a view of majestic mountains to watch the sunset. With hockey camp in Lark Bay starting soon, I have two weeks of nothing but the open road and my girl to look forward to until then. I’m going to cherish every minute of it.

I chance another glance at Brea to find her sleepy brown eyes gazing back at me. She blinks, then rewards me with a smile. God, there is no need to pinch myself, this is real, she is mine once more. Almost a year later I can’t believe we are here. But her smile, I can get lost in that smile, in her, for hours, and I plan on doing just that.

“There’s my beautiful Angel. Welcome back,” I say, turning my attention back to the road.

Straightening in the seat, she looks around at the lush green landscape on either side of the highway, the tall pine trees, the fields of wildflowers, and the red mountains beyond. I can’t see her face, but I’m sure her brows are furrowed in confusion as she tries to guess where we are. I picked a location at random. I have a general idea of where we are after hours of reading road signs, but I’m flying blind, and I love it.

“Where are we, Rid?” she asks as she finally wipes drool from the corner of her mouth with the back of the hand. I catch her grimace out of my periphery. She pauses, looks at me, then frowns, and I can’t help it, I laugh.

“You watched me drooling and you didn’t wake me.” She pouts, swatting my arm with her hand playfully. “Ridley Masters, you’re impossible.” She crosses her arms over her chest in a huff and I want nothing more than to pull her into my lap and kiss those downturned lips.

“But you love me, though,” I tease. Unable to help myself, I check the cars driving behind and in front of us. This long stretchof road has minimal traffic and we are the only ones in this area, so I take a chance.

“Come here, Angel,” I say, crooking my finger in her direction. Brea’s frown turns into a slow salacious smile as she catches on to what I’m asking her to do. She looks around, just as I had done, making sure the coast is clear, then unbuckles her seatbelt, climbs to her knees and leans over the center console.

“You want a kiss, baby,” she purrs into my ear, her voice low and seductive, the sound sends delicious shivers down my spine, goosebumps pepper my skin, as all my blood travels south. Brea traces the side of my face with her nose, skimming my jaw line until she reaches the corner of my mouth.

I groan, shifting uncomfortably in my seat, wanting, no, aching for her lips to claim mine. “You know what I want, Angel,” I plead, because I’m not afraid to beg. I keep my eyes on the road, trying like hell not to shift my focus and take what I want.

“I don’t know,” she teases back. “Do you want me to kiss you here?” she asks, placing a soft barely there kiss to my lips, before pulling away. I groan again in frustration, loving and hating this game we find ourselves playing.

Brea shifts, her brown eyes hold mine for a brief moment before she lowers her hand and cups my painfully hard erection through my athletic shorts. She palms my dick, rubbing my length in long, gentle strokes.

“Fuck, Brea, Luna, baby, you’re not playing fair.” I pant, trying to stay focused on the road in front of me.

“Oh, you want me to kiss you here?” she asks with mischief dripping from each word. Lowering the waistband of my shorts, Brea sighs as she unveils my rock-hard dick. Leaning down she licks the bead of precum from the tip. I moan, eyes closing briefly as the pleasure of her warm mouth consumes me.

The car swerves and I curse under my breath. “Fuck. Brea, Angel, this—holy shit—” I fumble my words as she takes my entire length into her mouth, throat constricting around me, leaving me panting. “Not, safe. Oh, God.”

Brea hums in reply, the vibration nearly killing us both as my eyes roll back in my head. The car swerves left, then right as I struggle to maintain control.

“Brea,” I warn, not wanting her to stop, but needing us to survive this at the same time.

Brea releases my dick with a sloppy wet pop and chuckles. Gazing down into my lap, Brea’s lust filled eyes, flushed cheeks, and lush swollen lips shatter my resolve. I need her, now. “I think you need to pull over, Mr. Masters,” she says as she resumes her torture, swallowing me without warning.

“Jesus,” I breathe, as I search frantically for a safe place to pull over. I know we are driving through a National Park area, around the borders of Idaho and Montana and there are several close by. I almost cry out in relief as I spot a nature trail access road up ahead. Taking the quick exit off the highway, the SUV glides down the dirt road with ease. When I eventually stop the car, I’ve both cursed and praised Brea’s deep throating expertise— I’m a breathless mess.

Reaching down, I cup her chin between my thumb and forefinger, pulling her off me with a groan. “Sit on my dick, Luna. I don’t want to cum in that delectable mouth of yours.” I slam my lips to hers, devouring her mouth, tasting myself with every lick of my tongue. The kiss is hungry and frantic as we both tear at each other’s clothes. Our hands and legs are a tangled mess as I maneuver my seat back to give us room. Lifting my hips, I push my joggers down further, the limited space is almost comical as I reach for Brea, not wanting us to be apart for a second longer. Shimmying out of her cut-off jean shorts andpanties until she’s naked from the waist down, I pull her onto my lap, until she straddles me.

Leaning down, her locs fall around us in a curtain as she takes control, kissing me slowly. Languid, soft, and sensual, our tongues dance playfully, sucking and nipping, taking our time, lost in the moment. My hands explore her smooth silky skin, my fingers slide underneath her tank top. I trace the underside of her breasts, my thumbs brush over her taut nipples, making her whimper into my mouth. We pause for only a moment as she pulls the top over her head, tossing it onto the passenger seat, leaving her in nothing but a purple lace bra. I run my hands over her breasts, cupping and squeezing them both. This woman, my woman, is everything.

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