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I grab a condom, put it on, and slide into her slow.
Her body welcomes me like it knows me, like it’s missed me, though it’s been a few days since I was inside her. She arches up, wraps her legs around my hips.
We move together—long strokes, deep and unhurried. Her eyes lock onto mine, and something unspoken passes between us.
This isn’t just sex. It’s something steadier. Something real.
Hunter kneels beside us, his hand sliding over her ribs, up to her throat. “You’re so beautiful like this.”
She smiles up at him, breathless. “Touch me.”
He does. Fingers between her thighs, right above where I’m moving inside her. Her back arches again. She’s moaning now, louder, each breath a gasp. I feel her tighten around me.
“Come again,” I whisper. “Come while I’m inside you.”
Hunter rubs faster, and she falls apart again—this time with a cry that turns into my name.
I’m not far behind.
I thrust deep, one last time, and bury myself inside her. My vision goes white. I come with a groan, my face buried in her neck. She holds me there, arms tight around me.
When I finally roll to the side, Hunter slides in behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. She’s warm between us. Soft. Still catching her breath.
He kisses her jaw. “You good?”
She nods, smiling. “I could definitely get used to this.”
I don’t say anything back because I already have.
And I’m never letting her go.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Ivy
My palms are sweating.I rub them down the sides of my shorts for the third time in two minutes, trying not to look like I’m seconds away from vomiting.
I am, though.
Nausea sits thick in my throat. Rhett is pacing like a caged lion, his bare feet scuffing the marble as he crosses the living room again. Hunter’s bouncing Chloe on his hip like she’s a shield against bad decisions.
None of us are doing well.
“It’s been a week,” I say, voice low but firm. “We have to tell her.”
Hunter groans. “Do we?”
“Yes.” I shoot him a pointed look. “Brooke’s getting suspicious. She keeps asking why I haven’t come back home. I can’t keep dodging her forever.”
“I don’t know…” Rhett stops mid-step, turns to face me. “You think she’s going to freak?”
“No,” I say, even though I’m not completely sure. “But hiding it is worse. She’s my best friend. And we need advice. She’s married to two of your teammates, for God’s sake. If anyoneknows how to handle messy secrets and hockey politics, it’s Brooke.”
A tense silence stretches between us. Until there’s a knock at the door.
Hunter visibly flinches. “Oh, fuck.”
“Big baby,” I mutter, watching as he clutches Chloe like she’s a bulletproof vest.
