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“What’s going on? Are you okay?”

I nod, unable to find my voice.

His eyes narrow. “Why are you being so quiet? Are you sure you’re alright?”

I shrug. “I just don’t want you to be mad.”

“Mad?” He blinks, surprise creasing his brow. “Why would I be mad? You have no idea how sexy you looked riding me with your mouth full of Grayson’s cock.”

For a moment, I’m speechless. Finally, I find my voice. “I know I only have a few months here until I graduate, but I like you, Caleb. I just didn’t know that this was part of the deal…”

Caleb lifts one shoulder, appearing casual. “To be honest, I didn’t either, but there was always a spark of interest between you two. I figured I could fight it, or we could all enjoy ourselves.”

I nearly sag with relief.

“I can’t believe you thought I’d be mad at you.” He kisses the top of my head and gives me a soft look. Then he speaks the words that go straight to my heart. “I’m always going to look after you, Ri.Always. And I’m always going to give you what you need.”

The subtext is clear—even if what I need is to be fucked six ways from Sunday by two hot hockey players. His words are overwhelming, as is the rush of emotion swelling inside me.

“Thank you, Caleb. I don’t deserve that.”

“Of course you do. You deserve the world.”

He doesn’t even seem real. He wants to give me the world and doesn’t expect much in return.

I’m not sure what I did to deserve him, but I’m immensely grateful. When he wraps me in a giant hug, I rest my head on his chest and remind myself that it would be very,verystupid to fall for him when I’m leaving so soon.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Caleb

I’m on fire tonight, and I know the reason why. Yesterday with Rilee was pure magic. There was something about seeing her with Grayson that was…intense. Watching her bend over and swallow his cock while I fucked her from behind…it got me all kinds of hot.

I’m loose and happy, and home ice is the best ice, and the chanting Michigan crowd roars to a near deafening level. I live for moments like this.

As a defenseman, shots on net aren’t my specialty, but nothing can fuck with my vibe right now. A pass to my boy Sullivan in the first period finds the back of the net and bolsters my confidence, and now a wrist shot that sails in past Ohio’s goalie in the final seconds of the third period wins the game. My team rallies around me on the ice, slamming into me from every direction with bro hugs and words of congratulations.

After the game, I showered and grabbed food with the guys. Now I’m finally getting home, and it’s late. Rilee had to work tonight, but knowing she should be home by now has filled me with all kinds of wicked thoughts.

Something occurred to me today. Rilee has endured enough heartbreak for one lifetime, and if I can make her life sweeter for the next few months, I’m game. She’s so damn sweet andsmart and funny. Honestly, I have no idea how she’s still single, though I would guess when you’re either studying or working all the time, it leaves little room for relationships. I even like that, though, how she’s so focused on her grades.

I unlock the door and toss my keys onto the counter. Rilee’s nowhere to be found. I frown. I figured she’d be home by now. The door to the bathroom opens, and Rilee appears—wrapped in a towel as a cloud of damp steam escapes from behind her.

“Hi,” she squeaks, looking uncertain. Then I realize why. She’s holding a purple glittery vibrator.

“Hi.” I stalk closer until I’m standing right in front of her.

Using two fingers, I lift her chin and lower my mouth to hers. Rilee kisses me back, lifting up on her tiptoes to reach me. I’m a lot taller and have to bend down pretty far. My brain helpfully supplies that this could be solved by moving to the bedroom, but I don’t want to rush things.

“How was your night?” she asks.

I tip my chin, smirking at the vibrator she’s still holding. “Apparently not as good as yours.”

Rilee doesn’t blush or look away. She just holds my gaze with a sexy little smirk of her own. “Does it make you feel any better to know I was thinking about you?”

“Slightly.” I untie the knot at the front of her towel. It falls to the floor at our feet. Her body is flushed and still slightly damp, and her nipples pebble in the cool air. I groan.

“Come here,” I growl, grabbing her hand to haul her toward my bedroom.

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