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“Goddamn, look at you,” I murmur, my hand stroking the side of her face as she wraps her hand around the shaft of my cock. She blinks twice, her lips parting before she inhales the tip of my cock. A low groan rumbles in my throat, my hand sliding to grip the back of her head as she licks along my length. My eyes fall shut again, my head tipping back.

Her tongue is like silk on the underside of my cock and she takes me deep, the tip hitting the back of her throat as she gags around me. Her gaze finds mine, her eyes glistening as she sucks the girth of my dick, her lips swollen and wet around me. She starts to bob her head, pulling me in and out of her mouth as she sucks me hard.

My hips start to shift, moving in tandem with her as I start to fuck her face while she fucks me with her hand and mouth. “Fuck,” I moan, the sound vibrating off the shower walls. “You’re so good, Hadley. So fucking good.”

Warmth builds in the pit of my stomach, my hips instinctively bucking as I tighten my hold on her hair and her scalp. She starts to suck faster, her head moving back and forth. My balls constrict, drawing closer to mybody as she drives me closer to the edge of ecstasy. Her plump lips suck me harder, pulling me in and out of her mouth, her hand moving with her so she’s stroking every inch of me. She sucks my cock like she was fucking made for it.

She bobs her head a few more times, faster and harder before she suctions her lips around my length, sending me over the edge. A volcano of warmth erupts inside of me, spilling into my veins as it fucks my system. It’s like a wildfire I can’t stop and I’m entirely consumed by it.

By her.

I thrust into her mouth again, my orgasm pulling me into the abyss. I lose myself in her mouth, spurts of cum shooting down the back of her throat. She takes me, swallowing every last drop as I ride on this high, soaring through the clouds.

Her movements slow and I open my eyes, lifting my head to look back down at her, when I realize it was all my imagination and reality crashes around me. Hadley isn’t here, she never was here with me. She’s not on her knees in front of me with my cock down her throat. Instead of her lips, it’s my hand.

I just jerked off to the thought of Hadley, knowing damn well I shouldn’t have.

Water streams down my face, blurring my vision as I release my cock and let out a frustrated sigh. I wash myself off again before washing my cum off the side of the shower wall. Shutting off the water, I step out into the cold air, hoping it will provide some relief, but it doesn’t.

Nothing about this helped me in any way...If anything, I’m even more curious now to see how she would actually look on her knees for me. I drag a frustrated hand down my face.

I might actually be fucked.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

HADLEY

Ilike Rowan home.

He’s been home for a little more than a week now, since they have a two-week break from games, and although he still has had some other obligations like practices and appearances, he’s been here a lot with Lucy and me.

I like the simplicity of the early mornings where one of us is fixing coffee while the other sits and gives Lucy her bottle. The quiet moments before the rest of the world is awake, when it’s just the two of us orbiting around one another. Sometimes we sit in silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts, while the others we’re lost in conversation together, musing about the wonders of the world.

He offers me the sense of security and peace I was sure I would never find in another person. Too bad Rowan Taylor can never be mine.

He took over with Lucy this morning so I could go for a run and when I got back to the house, he was busyin the kitchen making breakfast with Lucy strapped to his chest. I allowed myself a few minutes to absorb the moment, to take in the sight of him as he hummed some tune while moving around the room with her.

Seeing him with her in the tender moments where he thinks no one is watching him has my heart feeling like it could explode. There’s something about watching a man with a baby that has a way of making your hormones kick into overdrive.

Who am I kidding? I’ve always been attracted to Rowan Taylor.

And in a way, in another life, it feels like all of this could have been real. And we would have been happy...

After breakfast, I disappeared upstairs to shower while Rowan kept Lucy with him. She’s been starting to stay up for longer periods of time and sleeping longer at night, which I think both of us are grateful for. Although, there’s a bittersweetness to it. It only means that she’s growing, which is great, but that also means my time here is growing shorter.

The clock has been ticking and there’s less than five weeks left until I have to move on.

I stand alone in the shower with my own thoughts, ignoring the pain inside my chest as I try to not focus on having to go. I can’t stay here any longer than we agreed to. The last thing I want to do is insert myself in someone’s life where I don’t belong. The hockey season will be coming to an end and Rowan will have more time to take care of Lucy himself.

He has a hearing in a little over a month, so hislawyer has diligently been working to make sure they have everything in order for him to fully gain custody. Everything will be tied up by the end of March and then I have no choice.

There will be no further need for me here.

The water in the shower has since grown cold and I force myself to turn the water off, wringing out my hair before stepping out into the cool air. I grab my towel from where it’s hanging, wrapping a microfiber one around my hair before drying my body.

It doesn’t take me as long in the bathroom as it did in the shower. In less than twenty minutes, my hair is semi dry from the blow-dryer and pulled back in a clip and I’m slipping into a pair of leggings and an oversized crewneck sweatshirt. The house is quiet as I step out into the hall, the only sound I hear is the white noise machine coming from Lucy’s room.

She must have gone down for her morning nap.

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