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We rocked together as I thrust up inside her, chasing our release. Our skin slapped together, the bed creaking as we rutted against one another. Our breaths came out hard, our pants and grunts mingling together. I could never get enough of her. Henley was my favorite addiction.

“I’m so close, Reed,” she moaned.

“Give me your release, Henley. Come for me, baby.”

I tilted my pelvis up, hitting her clit as she rocked down.

“Reed!” she shouted as her thighs tightened against me, her body spasming. Henley’s pussy milked my cock, stealing my release from me, and I came hard as I held her against me, kissing her as we came back together.

“I love you,” I whispered, smoothing her hair.

“I love you, too.”

She smiled, and her face relaxed. When I looked into her eyes, I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else but with her. Would I be happy there without her? I honestly didn’t know if I would. Henley had become the air I breathed, and I didn’t know how to live without her anymore.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Henley

I climbed the steps of the school plane, unease prickling along my spine. The last time we had an away game, everything had gone wrong. We’d been ambushed by the media, sabotaged by Kurt, and locked in a room. My name had been smeared even more by Dakota, making me look like a stage-five clinger.

After being alerted mid-week about a change in the schedule, I wasn’t surprised to learn our upcoming away game was now against the Royal Hill Cavillers. To make matters worse, it was a long distance, meaning we had to fly there. It took us so far away from our home base, dropping us squarely into enemy territory with few allies able to attend.

They’d literally blocked us up against the boards, pressuring us to make the move they wanted.

No matter how many moves we thought ahead, using Hat Trick and SnowPoke’s influence to turn the fight to our advantage, the Society was right there, throwing up obstacles before we could even move.

Fletcher squeezed my shoulder as he came up behind me, reminding me he was here this time. Head held high, I scanned the kids and did a quick mental check. Reed had already reviewed the roster, checking off kids as they boarded, but I wanted to double-check. That scene in Home Alone where they count the head of the wrong kid plagued me, and I didn’t want to scream any names mid-flight unless it was one of my boyfriends.

“Settle down, everyone. We’ll take off soon, so ensure your flying buddy is here and accounted for. We have a few hours’ flight, so take the time to rest and run through the playbook. This new team is hiding something, so we want to be prepared for everything.”

“Yes, Coach!” they shouted back, heating my cheeks.

Settling down in my seat between Fletcher and Reed, I shifted my legs as I tried to get comfortable. This plane was nowhere near as nice as Carly’s since it was a commuter plane, but it still beat having to deal with TSA. Shudders ran through me at having to check all of our hockey gear and keep track of twenty kids. Yeah, no thanks.

“I’m suddenly very glad the kids don’t have to dress out like we did,” Fletcher whispered as he leaned close. “Just thinking about that gives me the creeps.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked. Fletcher looked to Reed then me, a look exchanging between them.

“Maybe it’s a male hockey thing,” Fletcher said.

“What is?” I asked, now curious.

“You know how there’s always pictures of the players as they walk to the plane, all decked out in their finest attire?” Reed asked, lifting his brow.

I nodded, my brow furrowed as I didn’t understand what it had to do with teenagers. He cleared his throat, moving closer as he spoke lower.

“No one wants to wrinkle their suits since we have to be photographed again walking into the stadium.”

“Okay…”

“Everyone gets practically naked on the flight, Baby Shaw,” Fletcher filled in, smirking.

“Oh.” My mouth stayed stuck in an ‘O’ shape as I pictured a plane full of muscled men half naked. I shifted my legs, and the thought of Reed, Fletcher, and Dax—because in my fantasy, he was there too—naked at twenty thousand feet made my pussy throb.

“Yeah, not as hot as you’re picturing,” Reed chuckled. “But it would be a nightmare if that happened here.”

For the second time, my mouth formed an ‘O’ as I thought about it in a different light, finally understanding their meaning.

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