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HardTruths.

Cold hard truth time: our moms were right. Sex is better when it’s with a person you know and trust. Slow sex with a stranger? Can you imagine how awkward that would be? But staring into the eyes of the person you’re fucking can be the most intense experience. The orgasm is stronger, the toe-curling pleasure immeasurable.

Now maybe that’s not what our moms meant when they said to wait to have sex, but I’m here to tell you, you should wait to have sex with someone you know,because it’s better.

And I don’t mean that having sex with the same person repeatedly will get you there. It’s the intimacy that comes from actually opening up to them. Sharing your secrets. One of the best things my new guy has done was ask me to tell him exactly what I’m thinking. I’ve never been the kind to sugarcoat my thoughts, but this goes beyond being blunt. This is being honest for the sake of being honest. There’s no guesswork. It’s been eye-opening. I dare you to try it. Tell the person you’re dating the complete truth and watch how amazing your sex life becomes.

THIRTY-ONE

DANIEL

“Do your boobs hurt?”With a grimace, I rub at my nipples.

It’s week three of training, and we’re still finding our groove now that Camden is gone. We’ve been adjusting the lines, and from what I can tell, Noah has settled in well with Aiden and War. That means I’ll most likely remain on the second line with Keegan and one of the rookies. I’m putting effort into remaining positive, focusing on becoming a dad rather than on the changes in my career I can’t control. Which, I guess, is why I’m rubbing my sore nipples in front of my teammates.

Standing in front of the locker next to mine, War glares. The look saysgo fuck yourselfandyou’re an idiot all at once. It’s impressive, really.

“And the heartburn. It’s fucking killing me.” I move one hand to the center of my chest and push on it like the guys on the vlog suggest. It helps. I swear it. “Tell me I’m not alone here.”

Brooks looks up from lacing his skates. “Uh. Shouldn’t the pregnant person in your relationship be the one having heartburn?”

“Nah, they’re called sympathy symptoms.”

I can list every one of Hannah’s symptoms front to back now that she’s no longer hiding from me.

“So the two of you are spending time together?” Brooks asks.

War’s still watching me out of the corner of his eye like he can’t figure me out.

“Yeah. When she’s not traveling, we’re together. Though it feels like she’s never off the clock. Does Sara ever stop?”

Brooks straightens, brows pulled low. “What do you mean?”

“She’s dealing with an emergency just about every night. If it’s not one of the rookies, it’s fucking Jasper Quinn. I never considered myself a jealous guy, but the way she runs when his number flashes on her phone is concerning.”

“I’d kill any of you if you caused Sara headaches like that,” Brooks says without so much as blinking.

War nods. “Yeah, I’m not against bodily harm if it means my wife sleeps at night.”

“But this isHannah.” My girl is a bit crazy. And not in the same way Sara is. Sara’s harmless, while I’m pretty sure the termshe could kill a bitchwas coined just for Hannah. “I don’t even know if we’re actually togethertogether,” I add because it seems pertinent.

I sleep over there when she’s in town—and sometimes when she’s not because Noah and I have been hanging out, and he and Oliver have been teaching me how to play Dungeons and Dragons—the kid version, obviously. Besides, her bed is softer than mine, and it smells like her. I haven’t actually told her that I sleep there when she’s not there. I’m afraid she’ll think it’s creepy, or that it goes against the agreement we’ve made—which is that I come when she calls, and then she comes. Sorry, I had to, and besides, it’s true. It’s a guarantee: within an hour of walking in the door, my girl is writhing beneath me.

“What are you going to do when the baby is born?” Aiden bounces on his toes, stretching his muscles.

“What do you mean?”

“She can’t possibly do her job with a newborn,” War points out.

I roll my eyes. “She’s Hannah. Of course she can.”

“Does that mean you’re going to quit your job and stay home with the baby when she has to run out at all hours of the night to deal with bullshit?” War cocks a thick, dark brow. “What about when she’s traveling for thirty weeks out of the year? Our seasons overlap. How’s that going to work?”

Gut twisting painfully, I eye Brooks. Sara and Hannah both work in PR, just for different teams. “What will you do when that happens?”

“We don’t plan to have kids yet. Neither of us wants to give up what we do.”

I turn to Aiden, my chest tightening.

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