Page 101 of When to Call a Blitz

We’re on high-alert, aware that we’re not alone, and yet still, nothing outside of this home matters. No past trauma, no loss, nothing.

“God I love it when you’re my little slut,” he growls into my hair, his other hand slipping around me, rubbing my clit lightly.

The words send a wave of pleasure through me so hard I can barely catch my breath, and it hasn’t even turned into a full orgasm yet.

“Emmett—”

“Heidi I need you to come on my cock. I need you to do it just one more time tonight, can you do that for me, baby?”

I nod, feeling the pressure build once more.

I’ve always been a little easier to get off. I know my body enough that I can do it multiple times in a fairly short amount of time myself, and I know that that’s lucky.

“Fuck, you take me so fucking well,” he mutters, grabbing my hips and angling me even higher, hitting me in just the right place to send me totally and completely over the fucking edge.

My entire body tenses and I bite my hand to stay quiet, the pain shooting through me only adding to the pleasure I feel as I pulse around him, and it only takes a few more pumps for me to feel his cock pulse inside of me, the guttural growl coming from Emmett enough for me to know that my pleasure was enough to send him over the edge as well.

He pumps into me a couple more times before he pulls out, bending over me and kissing my shoulder blades.

I finally lower my leg, turning toward him and placing my hands on his chest. “Take me to bed,” I whisper, and when he lifts me into his arms, time stops mattering.

44

EMMETT

December has come and gone, and we’re officially in playoff season.

Although we finished at the top of our division, securing a home game for the wildcard round, we haven’t exactly had thebestseason ever, and I feel like coach is going to have an aneurism if we don’t get past this round.

Heidi has barely been back to her place, which is only helped by Mila, who told her to spend as much time here as she needs.

Apparently the girls had a plan for Heidi to win me over, but she didn’t have to try too hard.

I haven’t told the guys about it yet, but I’m pretty sure they know. Especially Leo, who keeps sending me knowing smirks every time he sees me.

And I’m smiling more, which is suspicious to some people apparently.

“You seem really chipper,” my mom tells me over the phone, her tone slightly suspicious.

“I’m just happy,” I inform her, hoping she’ll drop it.

“It’s the nanny girl, isn’t it?”

I chuckle nervously. “Her name is Heidi, you know that, right?”

“So it is.”

I’m quiet.

She doesn’t say anything for a few more beats, waiting to see if I’ll confirm or deny. But my silence is confirmation enough. “I like her.”

“I do too, mom.”

“Don’t fuck it up, okay?”

I smile. Fucking it up is the very last thing I want to do.

We wake up the day before the game. I’m going to have to stay at the hotel the night before, so this is my last moment with her until after the game.

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