Page 71 of On Thin Ice

“Can I please?” she asked.

Brooke lowered her to the ground. “Okay, but this is the last one. I mean it.”

“Welcome to the team, Ally. Let me get this girl a cookie, and I’ll be right back. I can’t wait to hear about you and Dom.”

“Uh. Yeah, sure,” I said, slightly wishing I’d stayed at the condo tonight. But Cora seemed friendly, and most WAGs, in my experience, were nice and supportive.

I missed Darcy and Penny.

“Come on. I’ll introduce you around, and then we’ll fix a plate and watch the game. Dom’s been playing amazing since you moved in, so we’re going to do everything to keep you here,” Brooke said.

“You’re almost as superstitious as the guys,” I teased. She laughed and shrugged, then guided me toward a group of women sitting in the front section of seats.

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“Stupid bladder,” I muttered the next morning as I reluctantly got out of bed. I’d planned on sleeping in after getting home late last night, but Baby Girl obviously didn’t approve of that plan. I tugged my pj top down and made my way to the door, spotting my new jersey on the floor where I’d tossed it last night. The game had been a lot of fun, and hanging out in the family suite had been exactly what I needed.

Everyone had been so nice and welcoming, and Dom had scored a goal. I swear Brooke sighed when he looked up toward the family suite after the goal and gave a little salute.

Hell, I’d almost sighed, too. But he’d just done that because he apparently thought I was good luck now.

Focus. Need to pee.

I walked across the short hall and grumbled when I heard the shower going. Why the hell was he up so early? This one bathroom thing was going to be a problem because a pregnant bladder waited for no one. Lifting my hand to knock, I froze, hearing a groan.

And then another one.

No. He. Was. Not.

Was he seriously jerking off in the shower when I had to pee?

I snorted. Okay, he didn’t know I had to pee.

He groaned again, and my body clenched as I vividly could picture him tugging on his cock while the water rained down on him.

“Fucking hell,” I moaned, crossing my legs as heat spiraled through me and my bladder threatened to burst.

“Shit,” I whispered, my nipples hard against my pj top. Being turned on was so not a good thing right now.

I started to turn the knob because what else was I going to do? No fucking way was I peeing my pants in the hallway.

Then I heard it.

My name. A groan and then afuck, Ally.

Oh my god. I squeezed my legs tighter, doing a little potty dance as I waited for him to go silent.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I gave a little considerate knock and opened the door.

“Sorry! I know you’re in the shower, but pregnant bladder and all. Don’t turn off the water!” I shouted, quickly moving toward the toilet.

“Ally.” His voice sounded choked.

Much like he’d probably been choking his cock.

I bit back a groan.

“I’ll be fast, promise,” I said, peeing quickly. Then I washed my hands and got the hell out of there.

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