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Honing in on the action that brought on such a visceral reaction, I went to work, pounding into her while barely holding on myself.

“Come on, baby,” I forced out through gritted teeth, feeling her walls flutter around me. “Squeeze my cock. Milk me dry.”

Mouth dropping open, she sucked in a sharp breath before shattering in my arms. Chasing the waves of pleasure, her hips jolted erratically, and I let loose with a roar so loud my throat felt raw when I finallyquieted.

Banding my arms around her waist, I pulled her to my chest. Her stuttered breaths fanned against my chin as our combined release leaked onto my thighs.

Despite the chill, I had to admit Dakota was right. I would never forget this night with her. It was as perfect as she was.

Chapter 25

Dakota

Flying home with Natalieand the kids after the Comets played the Freeze—which I now knew was aptly named—I had a few days to myself before the team’s return. And boy was I putting that time to good use.

It was like something unlocked in my brain, and the words flew through my fingertips, unable to be contained. Who knew sex would be the perfect cure for writer’s block? Or maybe it was having first-hand experience and being in love. Either way, I was on fire!

There were no longer any doubts about hitting my late February release date. The readers would be happy, and I was on cloud nine. Win-win.

Usually, I kept my door cracked when working, especially on this current project, practically begging for a distraction from Bristol. But not these past two days. I couldn’t risk losing pace, not when I was on a hot streak.

But that didn’t stop her from knocking tentatively on the third day I hadn’t surfaced. “Hey. Just want to make sure you’re still alive in there. I don’t smell anything funky leaking into the hallway, but you never know.”

Eyeing my computer, I sighed. Better to let her know I was fine so I could goback to work.

Standing, stretching my stiff back, I opened my bedroom door. “All good. Just didn’t want to lose momentum.”

Bristol’s eyes widened. “Oh? It’s going good?”

“More than good.” I couldn’t bite back a smile.

“I haven’t seen you since before you left for Minnesota. Are you even eating? Or sleeping?” She assessed me skeptically.

Grimacing, I admitted, “Not much.”

“Okay. Time for a break. Braxton will have my head if he comes home tonight and you’re half dead, too weak to stand from low blood sugar and sleep deprivation.” She smirked. “Plus, an embarrassingly large display of roses was delivered for you. Thought you might want to take a peek.”

“Roses? For me?” My stomach somersaulted. No one had ever gotten me flowers before.

“The delivery driver said your name. Card appears to have it as well.” She tugged on my arm. “Come downstairs and see for yourself. And while you’re down there, let me reheat you some leftover pizza.”

“Fine,” I grumbled, even as I couldn’t wipe the grin from my face.

Following her downstairs, I stopped dead in my tracks. I was expecting maybe a dozen roses, but my eyes bulged when I saw our entire coffee table, plus the kitchen table covered in stunning red roses, their aroma taking over the room.

“Oh wow,” I breathed out. “What in the world did you do, Braxton?”

Bristol beamed at me. “I think he likes you.”

“You think?” I huffed.

Stepping up to one of the many vases, Bristol plucked out a white envelope and handed it to me. Taking a deep breath, I slid the card out and read it to myself, my smile growing.

A rose for each day I’ve had you in my life. 105 down, forever to go, Firefly.

Clutching the card to my chest, a rush of warmth blanketed me. It was still hard to believe he was mine after how hard I’d pushed him away. But I would thank God every day for his stubbornness—ortenacity,as he called it—in his pursuit. He’d seen something I wouldn’t allow myself to see until he proved himself, but he had always been up for the challenge.

“Let me see,” Bristol whined beside me. I held it out, and she snatched it from my hand. Her soft gasp reached my ears as she read the words. Waving the card in my face, she demanded, “What the fuck is this?”

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