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To the people I hurt, I’m genuinely sorry. I wish I could take it back or undo the lasting damage I’ve caused. To my sister, Sutton, I’m sorry I’ve let you down. To the woman I victimized and to Jordan, neither of you deserved what I did. There are no excuses or justifications for my behavior. I’m sorry.

Finally, to the fans who trusted me and the teammates who counted on me, I’m sorry I misled you. I am not an example to live by or a role model, and my behavior should in no way reflect on the league or the Bucks organization.

I’m stepping away from the Bucks, effectively immediately, to enter treatment for alcohol addiction. But let me be clear: my addiction is not an excuse for what I did, nor is it a reason. It’s the result of years of shame. And the blame for that is solely on me.”

“Jesus,” I mutter, sinking back against the chair. The article goes on to dissect the statement and includes social media reactions from fans, but I don’t read any of that. I don’t fucking care about it. The only thing that matters to me is the woman weeping quietly on my lap as she reads.

She doesn’t say a word when she’s finished. She just powers off the screen of the tablet and then curls up with her head against my shoulder and her palm over my chest. I wrap my arms around her, my head resting atop hers.

I don’t know how long we sit there before she finally speaks.

“I can’t believe he finally told the truth,” she whispers, her voice gritty and raw. “Do you think…” She bites her lip, hesitating. “Should I…?”

“Go see him?” I guess.

She flicks a worried look up at me. “Is it wrong that I’m worried about him?”

“He’s your brother, princess,” I murmur gently, brushing my lips across her forehead. “You don’t just quit loving someone because they fucked up. If you were capable of that, I wouldn’t be here right now.”

She sighs softly.

“Go see him if that’s what you need to do. I won’t tell you no.” I tip her head back, make sure she sees me. “So long as he doesn’t hurt you again, I won’t stand between the two of you. If you want to rebuild your relationship with him, I won’t be the thing standing in your way. The choice is yours.”

“I know.” She reaches up, touching my face. “I love you for that, you know.”

I kiss her palm. “I love you, too.”

“I don’t think I’m ready to see him yet.”

“Then don’t. You’re allowed to take time. You’re allowed to need distance. You make the rules for how you navigate this.” I’ve had five years to process and deal. She’s had days. It’s not going to be smooth sailing and calm seas, not for a fucking while. But she will be okay. I know she will because I refuse to accept anything less.

“Take me to bed,” she says softly. “Make me forget everything but your name.”

I carefully set the iPad aside and then lift her into my arms, carrying her to bed. Neither of us speaks as I undress her, stripping each piece of clothing from her slowly. Every new strip of skin I unveil, I worship with my lips and tongue, with whispered praise and shaking hands.

By the time she’s spread out beneath me, she’s trembling, my name whispering from her lips in a soft litany. I haul her legs over my shoulders, staring down at her.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, princess,” I say simply. It’s the truth. Even stretched thin and nearly broken open by everything she’s learned lately, she steals my breath. “I love you.”

The Earth revolves around the sun. The moon is in our field of gravity. And I love her. That’s the simplest truth I know. It’s the one that rules my entire world.

She sobs my name as I dip my head, worshiping her with my lips and tongue until she’s cracking apart for me, coming all over my tongue. I keep going, pulling another one from her. And then another. If she’s thinking about anything now, it’s not her brother. It’s not the past. It’s how good she feels…how good she should always feel.

“Jordan,” she moans, her head thrown back, when I push inside her. Her pussy wraps around me, scorching hot and so damn perfect. Jesus. This is heaven. Being here with her like this…it was worth every second of the last five years. It’s worth anything.

I don’t fuck her. I make love to her slowly. So fucking slowlyIcan’t breathe. She’s strangling my cock, sobbing my name…ruining me the same way she always does.

I whisper every truth I know as I stroke inside her, my lips never leaving her skin.

“You’re my world, baby.” My lips slide down her collarbone, dipping into that hollow that makes her whimper. “You’ll always be my world.” I nip the underside of her jaw. “My whole fucking life is better because you’re in it.”

“Jordan,” she cries, clinging to me even more tightly.

“I’ll never stop loving you, never stop worshipping you.” I wrap my tongue around the shell of her ear. “Never fucking stop making you feel like this, Sutton.”

“Please, please,” she cries. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” I vow, rocking into her again and again. I get lost in the rhythm and the taste of her skin beneath my lips. In the way her body glides against mine, cradling me. And in the sweet way she cries out for me over and over.

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