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He chuckles before I feel his fingers brush a strand of my hair out of my face. Then his fingers curl under my chin, guiding my lips to his.

“No one else gets to have you like this. No one. I’ll crush anyone who tries,” he whispers against my lips, his fingers tightening around my jaw.

“No one,” I whisper back, sliding my fingers into his hair.

I just let an NHL hockey god fuck me into oblivion. And it’s worth every single consequence that’ll come out of it.

Chapter sixteen

~ROWAN~

The guys are already at it when I walk into the weight room, tossing jabs like we’re not about to bust our asses on the ice in twenty minutes. Ares is on the floor, stretching along with Langley and Noah. Damien, on the other hand, is pacing like he’s wound up and ready to knock someone’s teeth in.

“Morning, sunshine,” Damien says, grinning as I drop my bag.

“Morning,” I grunt, rolling my neck. I grab a mat and toss it next to his before dropping into a stretch. It’s the most boring part of practice but necessary if I don’t want to pull every muscle in my body.

Damien drops to stretch beside me.

“So, did you?” He smirks, leaning closer.

“Did I what?” I stretch my arms over my head, keeping my voice casual.

“Come on, man.” Damien nudges my knee. “You gonna make me spell it out? Did. You. Sleep. With. Her?”

I roll my shoulders, keeping my face blank.

I woke up this morning with her curled into me, her cheek pressed against my chest like I belonged there. Like shewantedme there next to her. Then I stayed and watched her sleep, naked and completely wrecked from everything I did to her.

She doesn’t even know what she did tome.

For the first time ever, I didn’t feel like getting the hell out of someone’s bed the second my eyes opened.

And that scared the shit out of me.

So, yeah, I ordered her breakfast to her house before I left. Big fucking deal.

Only…I know it is.

“Maybe,” I murmur. We usually don’t shy away from spilling all the details, but Livia’s not a puck bunny. She’s not a one-night stand. She trusted me with something huge, and I’m not about to let anyone have the damn visuals.

“Maybe?” Damien barks out a laugh, loud enough to echo off the walls. “Oh, get the hell out of here. You slept with her.”

I glance at Ares, who’s still stretching like he’s not hearing every goddamn word. His calm gaze meets mine, steady as always, and I can’t tell if he’s judging me or just waiting for me to explode.

“You’re awfully interested in my personal life, Damien,” I say, my tone clipped.

“Yeah, best friends usually are.” He leans back on his elbows, grinning. “Come on, man, spill. What was it like?”

“Watch it.” My jaw tightens.

“I mean, how was it for you? I don’t mean it likethat,” he says, raising his hands. He scoffs, shaking his head. “I just wanna know how our plan’s coming along.”

“Let him breathe,” Ares finally says, his voice calm but firm as he strides toward us to grab his water from next to Damien. “The plan’s already changed anyway.”

Fuck. Of course, he knows. Ares can see what’s happening in someone’s head from miles away. His ability to read people is just as impressive as it is fucking terrifying.

“Plan’s still in motion,” I say, but it feels hollow, even as I say it.

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