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“Jasper, this is my girlfriend, Jordyn. Jordyn, this is Jasper Ryan.”

“Hi, Jasper.” I stick out a hand. “It’s nice meeting you.”

“Don’t get any ideas, Ryan. Jordyn’s my bestie.” Alex chirps, a wide grin on his face.

“I’m gonna knock your teeth down your throat.” Tristan tightens his arm around me, glaring at Alex, as Chelsea and I burst into laughter.

Jasper puts his hands in the air. “I’m not getting in the middle of this.” His warm gaze meets mine before he glances at Tristan. When he nods, Jasper clasps my hand, shaking it. “Hey, Jordyn. Nice to meet you. Heard lots of things about you.”

“All good things, I hope,” I joke as I release his sweaty palm.

“Of course.” His friendly grin makes me like him immediately. He stares at me for a few beats, a contemplative look on his face. “I know this may sound intrusive and bold, but I heard you’re a tutor. Can you recommend someone who could tutor me in my Intro to Sociology class? Professor Kennedy is a hard ass.” He runs a hand through his hair, looking distressed. “I went to Matt a few times. He’s okay, but Sociology isn’t his strongest subject. He’s more a math and science guy.”

“Oh, have you met Felicity Evans? She’s double majoring in Sociology and Psychology. She’s amazing.”

“No, I haven’t.” Hope lights up his eyes.

Tristan grins. “I’ll text you her name so you can set up tutoring appointments. Do you know how to do that?”

He shakes his head. “Not really. Matt was recommended to me by Coach for my biology class. He gave Matt my phone number, and we texted, setting up our sessions that way.” His brows draw in as he contemplates Tristan. “No offense, but why did you need tutoring?”

“I needed an excuse to be around her.” Tristan squeezes me before giving me a kiss.

“Ahh. Well, damn. Maybe I can get a tutor and a girlfriend.” He punches Tristan’s arm, laughing.

Tristan smirks at him. “You never know.” His eyes drop to mine. “Sometimes, unconventional meetings can lead to the best things.”

CHAPTER 51

Tristan

The semester flew by, my days and nights packed with classes, hockey, and Jordyn. Having Jordyn close by while I practiced or worked out was sometimes distracting, but when I focused, I’d reward myself by fucking her in the jacuzzi. Or the weight room, steam room, and locker room.

We nearly got caught by Coach Nelson in the locker room. I’m almost positive he knew we just finished having sex, but since we heard his footsteps and she was wearing a skirt, we were able to cover ourselves and appear normal. Well, as normal as sweaty faces, disheveled hair, and heavy breathing can look.

Tonight, I’m taking Jordyn for an end-of-semester dinner at one of our favorite Italian restaurants. I smile at myself in the mirror, adjusting my tie. She has no idea I’m going to propose.

Jordyn comes up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist. “Hey, captain. Has anyone told you that you’re smokin’ hot?”

“My girlfriend tells me every day. I’m taken, miss.”Grinning, I turn around, whistling as I take in the little black dress and high heels she’s wearing. “Oh, Jesus. Are those fishnets with gemstones on them?”

“Fake gemstones. And yes,” she purrs, pressing herself against me.

“We may not make it to the restaurant.” I press my lips to hers, swallowing her giggle. This woman makes me come undone in all the best ways.

“First, you have to feed me. Then you can fuck me.” She’s gotten bolder and more confident since we’ve been together. I love seeing how much she’s blossomed from attention, love, and my endless devotion.

“We better get out of here. Because I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Grabbing her hand, I lead her from the bathroom. She grabs her clutch on the way out of our bedroom, and then we head down the stairs.

“I’m stuffed.”Jordyn leans back in her chair, rubbing her stomach with a groan. “Why did I eat so much?”

I smirk at her over my glass of water. “You’re carbing up before the big workout I’m gonna give you when we get home.”

She giggles and leans over the table. The candlelight dances across her features and I swear, she’s never looked more radiantly gorgeous than she does right now. “Did anyone ever tell you hockey players are insatiable lovers?”

“You just did.” I wink at her, grabbing her hand. “Only for you, kitten. You’re my world.” Bringing her left hand to my lips, I kiss her fingertips, my eyes holding hers. “That’s why…” I stand, still holding her hand. Walking around the table to her, she looks baffled, her questioning aqua eyes bouncing back and forth between mine.

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