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epilogue

SADIE

“I’m veryexcited about today’s guest,” Levi says, putting a stack of papers down and looking at the camera in front of him. “He’s a local, a fellow hockey fanatic, and my very best friend. He also happens to be my brother-in-law, Mr. Tyson Calway.”

The camera zooms out, and I see my fiancé sitting on national television next to his best friend.

“Ty, thank you for being here today,” he says. Tyson smiles, looking as fucking delicious as he always does.

“My sister made me do it,” he says with a shrug, and Levi laughs along with his co-host. “No, but seriously, thank you for having me. It’s my pleasure.”

“Tyson and I go way,wayback,” Levi goes on.

“Okay, okay, easy,” Tyson laughs.

“But I wanted to bring Ty on today for our Local Heroes segment because I wanted to shine the spotlight on everything he’s done over the last twelve months,” Levi says. “As you probably already know, I had the idea, about a year ago, to start up a local youth hockey league, being that there weren’t any in the area where we grew up. I sorta tricked Tyson into doing it with me, and he became the league’s commissioner. He also coaches one of the teams.”

Tyson laughs.

“You didn’t ‘trick’ me into it,” he says. “I enjoy every minute of it.”

“Well, thank you for saying that and not embarrassing me on live TV,” Levi says. I smile. I love their banter. “But since then, Tyson has grown the league to over 4,000 kids in the DMV area. We host six tournaments a year, hold clinics, and have started the process of helping start another league in New England.”

Tyson nods.

“And that’s all because ofyou,”Levi says, pointing at Tyson. “I’m so proud of you, brother, and so grateful to know you.”

I can see Tyson wiggling around in his chair. I know how badly he hates compliments. He doesn’t know what to do with them. And too much positive attention makes him uncomfortable. He’s used to getting attention for being the class clown, comedic relief. But it’s high time he be recognized for all the brightness he brings to those of us lucky enough to be in his world.

“Well, thank you, Levi,” he says. “I’m just happy to be a part of it. And lucky that my fiancée is so okay with me spending so much time at the rink.”

There’s the humor.

“Yeah, well, you didn’t know this, but she asked me to keep you busy and get you out of her hair,” Levi says. They laugh, and he looks at the camera. “Tyson’s lovely fiancée, Sadie, also went all through school with us. The three of us got into some trouble back in the day. Well, we did. She tried to keep us out of it. Thanks, Sade.”

They both look at me behind the camera and blow me a kiss. I laugh and shake my head.

“But in all seriousness, we are all very lucky to have Sadie. She is the league’s event manager. She plans all the tournaments, secures all of our sponsors, all that. And I forgot to mention, this isn’t either of your full-time jobs. You both work full-time, andstillmake time for all of this to happen. We have the Dream Team with Sadie and Tyson. So, thank you both,” Levi finishes. He and Tyson hug it out before Levi hands it off to another anchor, and the cameras shut off. Tyson walks down off the stage as the crew unclips his mic, then makes his way to me.

“You kicked ass,” I say, kissing him. We say goodbye to Levi and head out of the studio, back to our home and our dog.

When we walk through the door, I close it behind us, pushing him up against it and kissing him hard. The way my body responds to him, the way he turns me on after all this time, is indescribable. It’s like my libido is making up for all the years I deprived myself of him. I reach down as I kiss his neck, unbuckling his pants and unbuttoning his shirt.

“It was really hot watching you up there today,” I tell him, making my way down his chest and stomach until I get to his boxers.

“What are you doin’ down there, Blackwell?” he asks, his voice low and sultry, making me wet before he’s even touched me.

“Calway,” I correct him. “Call me Calway.”

Then I take him into my mouth, and he hisses as he reaches the back of my throat. I move my head back and forth, back and forth, gagging and moaning as I go. When I feel his grip on my hair tighten, I come off him, dragging him behind me to a chair in our kitchen. I push him down, tearing my own clothes off and standing naked in front of him. I take his fingers into my mouth, soaking them, the slide them back out. I guide his hand to my pussy, and he rubs it slowly, pulling more and more juice out of me until his fingers are glistening. He puts them in his mouth now, and the sight of him enjoying my flavor is too much.

I straddle him, sliding myself down slowly on him, and then it’s not so slow. I bounce up and down, the wood of the chair creaking beneath us, as he moans and groans, hissing and spanking my ass as I scream and moan right back.

“Fuck, Calway,” he says as I rock my hips back and forth. Hearing him call me by his name turns me into a fucking animal. He slides a hand between us, thumbing my clit until I move at a rhythm that makes him gasp. And when I know we’re both about to blow, I move even faster. He crumbles in front of me, clutching onto me tight as he cries out. I keep moving until I reach my own climax, sweating and panting on top of him.

Once we catch our breath, we shower, change, and get in the car, headed to his dad’s house for family dinner. When we pull into the driveway, I pause and turn to him in the passenger seat of his truck, my favorite spot to be in.

“You have just crushed it,” I say. “I’m so proud of you, Calway. Every single goal. You’ve crushed it.”

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