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“Then…what am I forgetting?” His fingers massage my scalp, washing away the shampoo. How can he expect me to hold a decent conversation right now? First, orgasms that made my body sing. Now this aftercare, with him helping me wash my hair. The guy is a perfect gentleman…and he’s mine.

“Maya.” I say my daughter’s name in a soft voice. Clay stops his caress, wraps his arms around my waist, and, not without some difficulty, turns me around. We’re face-to-face as he pulls me to him. My legs wrap around his torso, and a little water spills onto the bathroom floor. “She likes you, but it’s been just me and her for as long as she can remember. We’ll need to slowlyintroduce our relationship to her, and only after that will I be okay with everyone else knowing.” I hold his gaze, waiting for his answer.

“Okay.” Clay nods, pressing me even closer to his chest. “Maya should be the first to know, I agree.” He leans into my ear, nibbling on my earlobe with his lips. “But that means we’ve got to be very creative when it comes to being intimate.” His hand slips between us, and he cups my pussy with his palm. “You have something that belongs to me, and I don’t plan to stay away from what’s mine. Not even for a few days.”

Clay guides his cock inside my pussy, and my head lolls back. A moan slips out of my mouth as he starts slowly guiding me to move my hips. He made me come six times in less than two hours, and it doesn’t feel like either of us has had enough.

“Not even when you’re away for games?” I’m breathless, but I still manage to ask the question. It’s an innocent little jab, just to tease him.

“FaceTime. Your little pink vibrator in your pussy will give me everything I need when I’m away.”

I rear back, looking down at him. His lips break into a smile as he stares back at me, still fucking me slowly. “You have everything figured out, don’t you?”

“With you? It’s been a solid plan for years. I’ve been waiting for you to come back around.”

“So glad I did,” I whisper when he pinches my nipple between his fingers.

“So glad you did,” Clay says and sucks my nipple into his mouth.

Damn him and his fucking tongue.

I’m going to come again…and it’s not even midnight yet.

Chapter 35

No Place for Secrets

CLAY

Now, December

What the fuck was that?

I’m going to have a word with Pashkevich because that fucking hurt. I swear, with passes like that, that let our opponent so close to the net, I’m going to need to start taking stretching lessons from ballerinas.

I grab my water bottle from the net and squeeze some into my mouth. I wince, leaning on my left leg and then on my right. Thank God it’s the third period already because I was close to tapping out a few moments ago.

Vancouver is playing masterfully, and it’s their home arena. The support for them is overwhelming. It’s like the crowd is another player on their team, and their powerful energy plays on our nerves. It’s loud and obnoxious.

Though we’re still winning.

Colton gave us a one to zero lead at the eighteenth minute of the first period on a partial breakaway, scoring with a wrist shot pass from Drake. I probably even did a little victory dance,which wasn’t that well-received by Vancouver’s fans. The things I heard them yelling at me weren’t fucking nice at all.

Vancouver tied it in the tenth minute of the second period. Roman had blocked their center’s shot seconds prior, but he gobbled the puck off Roman’s stick and snapped it past me. In all honesty, I was flabbergasted, ready to yell that they got it all fucking wrong, until I looked back and saw the lonely puck behind me.

Dean scored a few minutes after Vancouver’s first goal, knocking in a rebound at the left post with one second remaining on a power play. We didn’t get to celebrate because Vancouver’s bench challenged the play for goaltender interference. But, luckily for us, the call was upheld after a video review.

Two to one definitely felt nicer than two to three—Vancouver sent the puck into my net twice within the last three minutes of the second period. Those goals brought both teams energy. Different kinds, but still.

When we returned to the ice for the third period, the Thunders were buzzing with the desire to bounce back. Things got messy in a span of seven minutes. I spat out my water when I glanced at Roman, who was sitting in the penalty box with a busted lip. The guy was fucking smiling despite the blood leaking down his chin. He will never cease to amaze me, though he landed himself in there because he stood up for me. His right hook into Markovic’s gut was hard and precise, and when Markovic punched him back—in the face—he didn’t even flinch.

He takes things as they come and never backs away from a challenge. That energy is something I’m drawn to. It’s no surprise he became my real friend.

Colton tied the score in the eleventh minute of the third period. He kept the puck in at the blue line, skated around Vancouver’s players, and beat our opponent’s blocker side while falling to the ice. Three to three on the jumbotron made methrow a fist into the air, happy that it seemed like we were ready to return to the game.

“C’mon, guys,” I mumble under my breath, glancing between the time on the jumbotron and Colton, Drake, and Dean rushing toward Vancouver’s net. “One minute, fuckers.”

Dean sends a puck flying toward Drake. Drake passes it to Colt, and when I think he’s about to hit it, he passes it back to Dean, who lifts his stick and sends the puck right into Vancouver’s net with a powerful shot from the point after Vancouver turned it over while trying to clear the zone.

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