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“Fuck, you feel incredible,” I groaned, my hands finding her hips.

I established a rhythm, slow and deep, watching the way her body accepted mine. The sounds she made drove me higher.

On screen, Miles and Dominic had increased their pace, transfixed by the sight before them.

“We want to see more,” Miles commanded, his voice strained. “I want to see everything.”

I slowed my movements and pulled out. After adjusting the camera angle, I helped her shift positions until she was straddling me backward, her back to my chest as I sat at the edge of the bed. She lowered herself onto me with a shuddering breath, my arms supporting her weight.

Like this, the camera had an unobstructed view of her full breasts, her rounded belly, and the point where our bodies joined.

I wrapped one arm right below Nora’s breasts, the other hand splayed protectively over her belly as she began to move. The position limited my thrusts, but the depth of penetration had her moaning loudly as she moved her hips in circles.

“Touch yourself,” I whispered against her ear. “Show them how you make yourself feel good.”

Her hand drifted down, fingers finding her clit. Her pleasuring herself while I filled her was almost too much.

“That’s it,” I encouraged. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.”

Her movements became more erratic. I could feel her body tensing and knew she was close. On screen, Miles and Dominic were equally close to the edge, eyes fixed on Nora as they stroked their cocks.

“Come for us, sweetheart. Let us see.” Dominic’s voice was strained, as if he were waiting for the perfect moment to come.

That was all it took. She cried out, her body clenching around me as pleasure washed over her. The sight of her coming undid both men on screen, Miles with a strangled groan, Dominic with a curse and Nora’s name on his lips.

The combined effect of Nora’s body pulsing around me and watching the pleasure overtake all three of them pushed me over the edge. I buried my face against Nora’s shoulder, holding her tightly as I found my release with a muffled groan.

Nora sagged against me, completely spent, and I moved us fully onto the bed, pulling her into my arms.

Right where she belonged.

Chapter35

Puck Around and Find Out

Miles

Iunlocked the door to our house, holding it open for Nora as she walked through the doorway. The silence between us wasn’t uncomfortable, just heavy with the weight of defeat.

Game One of the Stanley Cup Finals. Lost.

Not just lost but demolished. The Pacific Storm had run us over like we were amateurs playing our first hockey game. The fact that Nora’s father was on the opposing bench as head coach only added another layer of complication to an already shitty night.

“Want tea?” I asked, tossing my keys into the bowl by the door.

Nora nodded, her hand resting on her very pregnant belly. “Please. I’m going to change into something that doesn’t make me feel like I’m being slowly suffocated.”

“Take your time.” I gave her a tired smile. “Carter texted that he’s grabbing food. Dom’s getting his shoulder worked on but should be home soon.”

“Is his shoulder okay?” Worry lines appeared between Nora’s brows.

“It’s precautionary. It was that hard hit in the second period.”

She hesitated, looking like she wanted to ask more, then seemed to think better of it. We’d made an unspoken agreement in the car: no hockey talk tonight. Not when the wounds were still fresh.

While Nora disappeared upstairs, I filled the kettle and pulled out two mugs, moving through the kitchen on autopilot. My mind replayed key moments from the game, dissecting each missed opportunity, each failure, most of them mine.

The breakaway I’d botched in the first period. The power play where I’d lost the faceoff that led directly to their shorthanded goal.

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