Page 88 of On Thin Ice

I finished up and washed my hands, and then he was tugging me back into his arms. “Better now?”

“I will be when you kiss me again.”

“With pleasure.” Then he spread his hand over my belly and sealed his lips to mine, his tongue sweeping against my mouth.

I’d never felt so surrounded and cherished in my life.

When the kiss finally ended, he carried me into the shower, where the warm water rained down on us as we cleaned up slowly, not wanting this moment to end.

He ushered me back into his bedroom, and I couldn’t stop my yawn.

As I drifted off to sleep with his naked body pressed against my back, I knew this was exactly where I wanted to be. I would deal with any consequences later.

DOM

“You sure you’re up for this?” I asked when we pulled up to Flower’s house for Stampede Thanksgiving a week later. We were going to be on the road for the actual holiday in a few days, so Brooke and Cora had organized a big team dinner for everyone tonight before we got on a plane for Florida tomorrow.

The last week had been amazing, and Ally and I had settled into a rhythm. I tamped down a smirk, thinking about how much rhythm we’d gotten into since we’d started having sex eight days ago.

Not that I was counting, but fuck, finding ways to get her off and keep her comfortable was my new favorite thing. This morning, I’d slipped in from behind as I spooned her. My cock twitched in my pants at the memory. Always ready for the next round.

But today had been a lot. We’d finally attended our birthing class, which had been a bitch to organize around my schedule. She was officially two days shy of thirty-seven weeks, and with a weeklong road trip starting tomorrow, we’d had to take the class today. I’d wanted to be there even if I was currently on information overload and trying not to freak out that this was really happening in less than a month.

I put my hand on Ally’s belly, feeling our daughter moving around. It made it all real, which should’ve added to my freak-out, but for some reason, touching her belly centered me.

“We could skip it,” I said, shifting to face her. She looked gorgeous, as usual, and definitely had that pregnancy glow going. Her hair was in some fancy braid that I wanted to take down so I could sink my fingers into the soft strands and kiss thehell out of her. The little wisps caressing her cheeks taunted me because I wanted to touch her there and cup her face.

Fuck. Getting hard right before we were about to walk into a house with all of my teammates and their partners was not a good idea.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she murmured, her eyes dark with need.

“How am I looking at you, Ally?” I teased, unable to stop myself.

“Like you want to eat me for Thanksgiving dinner,” she replied, her cheeks tinged pink. I love that she just came out and said it. It was so damn hot.

I groaned. “Well, I do.”

She laughed. “Later, Dom. Later.”

The twinkle in her eyes was going to be the death of me, and I tugged her close so I could press my lips to hers. I swallowed her moan and cradled the back of her head. Her tongue swept into my mouth as she kissed me back, and my cock hardened further.

Then someone was banging on the roof of my car.

“There are children present, Domenic.” Sin’s voice rang through the car, and Ally pulled back quickly.

“Fucking menace, that man,” I said.

“I heard that. Hi, Ally. Happy Thanksgiving,” Sin said, peering in the car window.

I was tempted to open the door into him, but he was decent on the ice, so inflicting an injury would probably piss off Millsy.

“Stop being annoying,” another voice said. It was Micah. He gave me a little smile.

“Oh my god,” Ally whispered, dropping her head to her hands, her shoulders shaking.

“Go away,” I said, keeping the door shut. Then I turned back to Ally. “I’m so fucking sorry about them.”

She looked up at me, laughing. “I’m used to it. You hockey players are all the same. Always teasing each other.”

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