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I can’t hide my giggles. “Have fun, girls.”

Our time here is short, so I’ll do my best to soak up every last minute of it.

And take a page out of my husband’s book and make a little plan of my own.

Chapter 8

Rowan

Breath held, I scan the area outside the mansion. If not for how many people we’ve got crammed inside the caretaker’s house, I’m not sure I could have snuck out unnoticed.

I double-check the stretch of the private beach under the silver moonlight where I’ve placed a few heavy blankets. I set rocks on each corner to ensure the breeze doesn’t carry them away while I complete my mission. Save for the gentle waves lapping at the coastline, the night is quiet and still. Unlike the way my heart races inside my chest.

Taking in a lungful of salty air, I tap the code into the panel beside the door of Beckett’s mansion. When the light turns green and the lock clicks, I say a silentthank youto Dylan for giving it to me.

Going in through Shay’s window like she suggested would have been more true to character, but she’s sleeping on the second floor, and Coach would kill me if I ended up in the ER. I kind of need a functioning, unbroken back if I wanna keep playing hockey.

Though I still can’t believe Beckett defied his brother and tricked me into coming here, the chance to see my girl is worthmissing a game. How could it not be? She’s the love of my fucking life and the woman I can never seem to get enough of.

Though I’m not sure how she’ll feel once I show up unannounced.

I’ve been gone for a string of away games for almost a week straight, and, damn, am I jonesing for Shay. We video chat every night, but I’m dying to touch her, kiss her, devour her.

As quietly as I can, I make my way through the dark mansion until I find the room Dylan indicated was Shay’s. My heart races as I turn the knob and step into the darkened space.

A soft stream of light filters in through a window, casting a dim glow on the bed where my wife sleeps.

She stirs, then gasps. “Ro!” She bolts upright and her eyes go wide. “What are you doing here?”

“Shh, baby.” I bring a finger to my lips and stalk toward her.

Her short hair is mussed, and in the dark, I can just make out the way her big brown eyes follow me. A small frown mars her gorgeous face, like she’s wondering if I’m really here or if she’s dreaming. Fuck, just the sight of her has my skin heating and my breaths coming faster.

My knees connect with the side of the bed, and then she’s on me, pulling me into a heated kiss.

“I can’t believe you’re actually here.” She loops her arms around my neck and holds me tight. “When? How?”

“Beckett.” That’s all the explanation she needs. The man is good at getting what he wants, but in this case, he’s given me what I want too. In fact, he’s the reason this beautiful woman belongs to me in the first place, and I won’t ever forget that. “Let’s just say the Bolts are missing an aircraft.”

Without bothering to ask me to clarify, Shay pulls me to her lips again. “God, I missed you.”

We kiss, deep and long, the heat between our bodies threatening to light the room on fire. She opens her mouth, andI accept the invitation, greedily tasting her the way I always want to. She’s so fucking delicious. I could eat her for every meal and all the snacks in between.

I slide my hands down her hips to her pert ass, and on cue, she wraps her legs around my torso.

“I missed you too, Doc.” I flash her a quick smile between kisses. “I’m here to kidnap you.”

Rearing back, she surveys me. “What do you mean? I’m here with my girls. Baby, I can’t ditch my friends.”

Chuckling, I drop a kiss to her shoulder. “I’m not taking you far, beautiful. Just to the beach. I’ll bring you back once I’ve had my way with you.”

She’s wearing one of her thin cropped tank tops, so I have plenty of access to the luscious skin of her torso. But there’s a chill in the air, so I pull a blanket off her bed and drape it over her. She won’t need it for long. Once we’re on the beach, I plan on warming her up in all the ways.

A mischievous smile stretches over her face. “Should I bring some of my toys?—”

“Hell, no,” I cut her off, making her laugh. Never in my life did I think I’d be jealous of a woman’s vibrators, but here I am, and I won’t deny it. “Pretty sure my dick will be enough for you.”

The giggle that escapes her sends a bolt of lust straight to my dick. “Then do with me as you will, Rowan ‘Slick’ Parker.”

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