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He smirks, his lips brushing my ear. “You’re so fucking gorgeous like this.”
My hands move without thinking, slipping beneath the waistband of his shorts. His sharp inhale is all the encouragement I need.
His head tilts back, lips parted as I wrap my hand around his cock, stroking slow, teasing.
“Fuck, Daisy,” he groans, his hips jerking. “You’re… God, you’re perfect.”
It should be hard for him to slip inside me due to the cold water, but it isn’t. I wrap my legs around his waist and hook an arm over my paddleboard for balance.
Holding onto it feels like the only way to survive the storm of desire flooding through me. I’m almost panting with want, clinging to Beau desperately.
I have a wild thought that someone could see us, report us to the team or the tabloids, or something, but then I dismiss it. Thewater will hide anything truly incriminating, and I just don’t care anymore.
It feels good to embrace this side of myself that I didn’t know existed. It feels good to give in to the desire to share my affection with all three of them.
It feels equally good to cry out over and over as Beau drives into me, pressing me higher up onto the paddleboard, which tips a little as my body starts to shake with the rush of my impending orgasm.
We’re a mess, kissing and grinding, the water lapping around us. His forehead rests against mine as we both come apart, chasing the heat and the need between us, until there’s nothing left but the sound of our ragged breathing.
He kisses me one last time, soft and lingering. “You’re gonna ruin me for anyone else,” he mutters.
I smile, resting my head against his shoulder. “Guess we’re even then.”
I pause for a moment, then I lean back to pretend to glare at him.
“Wait a minute… anyone else? Are you planning to dump me for a puck bunny or something?”
He starts laughing, and I can feel the laughter inside of me where we’re still connected. I grip him more tightly with my thighs, wanting to cling to this moment of intimacy, this little bubble of happiness.
He gives a kiss and then shakes his head. “You know that’s never happening. How could anyone else on earth ever replace you, Daisy?”
He glances down at my body. He can’t see my belly past my breasts that are crushed against his chest as he treads water, but I know he’s thinking about the tiny life inside of me.
“Besides, you’re changing everything for the better for me. It feels amazing to know that I get to help you with the baby. I hope you believe that.”
I nod, realizing that I actually do. What happened to hockey players supposedly being jerks who didn’t care about their girlfriends and wives? Clearly, the rumors weren’t about men like these.
“Come on,” Beau says, slipping out of me finally and helping me to rearrange my swimsuit again. “Let’s go back. I’m hungry.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Daisy
I sitat my desk and type up my latest article. I can’t help but smile to myself as I work.
The words flow easily, though my mind is still on the way Beau’s hands felt on me, the way he kissed me, the way he fucked me in the water.
I know the guys are all back at practice, probably sweating it out on the ice, but I had to get work done. I couldn’t spend my whole day just… getting distracted by them.
But damn, I’m sure if I went to the rink, it’d only take about five minutes before I was dragging one of them off into a quiet corner.
And, hell, I’m not even sure I’d care.
I snort, shaking my head.
“Focus, Daisy,” I say aloud.
It’s quiet now, no noise but the tapping of the keys and the occasional sigh I can’t hold back. I finish up the section I was working on, lean back in my chair, and stretch.
