Grinning I roll over on my back, drawing her on top of me. “Please do. I like Evie boss energy.”
“Yeah?” she asks, her grin fading as I cup her breasts in my hands and pinch her tight nipples between my fingers. “Oh wow… That’s… Why is that so good?”
“Because you’re mine and I’m yours and everything feels good.” I lift my hips, bringing my cock into an even more intimate connection with her sweet, slick pussy. “Fuck, baby. I love how wet you get for me, love knowing I’m going to be inside you.”
“Without a condom,” she murmurs as she reaches between us, gripping my erection in her hand. “I’m on the pill and I want you bare. I want to feel you without anything in between us.”
“I’ve never had sex without a condom,” I say, hurrying on when she looks like she’s about to change her mind. “But I’m disease-free and I want to with you, too. Just don’t be mad if I can’t last as long.”
Her mouth lilts up on one side. “Well, I do enjoy getting mad about things like that, but I’ll try to control my primal rage.”
The answering joke on the tip of my tongue vanishes as she fits my aching cock to her entrance and drops her hips, not stopping until she’s taken every inch of me, until I’m buried in the paradise of her body, and everything is finally right with the world again.
“Fuck, baby,” I breathe as she begins to rock slowly on top of me. “You feel so good, so perfect. I love you so much, Evie.”
“And I love you,” she says, gasping as I pull her forward, guiding her nipples to my mouth. “Can you do both… Oh my God, you can do both at the same time. Oh my God, Ian, oh that feels so good. I love being the boss of your cock.”
I hum my agreement against her soft skin as I suckle her deeper, loving the turned-on sounds dropping from her lips and the way her pussy grips my dick so much that I almost regret the moment she tumbles over the edge, her slick heat gripping me so tight that I have no choice but to spin out right along with her.
Almost regret…
But then I remind myself that we aren’t on borrowed time, and that I’ll get to make her come for me—on top, from behind, and everything in between—for the foreseeable future and snuggle her closer with a happy sigh.
“Am I crazy?” she finally asks, lifting her flushed face from my chest. “Or am I super good at sex for a virgin?”
I grin. “Well, you’re not a virgin anymore, but yeah, I’d say you’re pretty fucking great. A sex prodigy even.” Her smug little grin makes me laugh so hard my cock ends up slipping out of her and then I’m sad, but only for a few minutes.
Soon, I’m hard again and reminding her how good it can feel to let my cock be the boss. We roll around like teenagers until nearly dawn, only stopping to sleep when the first pink light teases at my curtains.
Five hours later, I’m up and in the shower, crossing all my fingers that this meeting with Fred goes my way.
Spoiler alert—it doesn’t. New Jersey isn’t interested in a trade, but the Badgers have upped their offer, ensuring I’ll have plenty of extra cash to spring for plane tickets every chance I get.
And for two years, that’s exactly what I do.
Until the day Evie graduates and answers the question I’ve been almost afraid to ask. “I’ve already packed my things,” she says. “And lined up three interviews for art therapy positions in Portland. So…when do we leave?”
“Are you sure?” I ask. “If you want to stay in the city, I—”
“I want to be with you,” she cuts in, her eyes shining with conviction and that fierce, unwavering love I hope I never take for granted. “All the time. From when I wake up in the morning to when we go to sleep at night and as many minutes as I can beg, borrow, or steal in between.”
“I’m never going to make you beg, baby,” I promise.
And I keep my word, right up until the night she tells me she’s off her birth control and begs me to start trying for a baby. To which I say, “After we’re married.”
“Tomorrow?” she asks, a mischievous light in her eyes. “Courthouse? You and me?”
“It’s a date,” I promise.
It ends up taking three days—there’s a mandatory waiting period after we get our license—but on the Friday before the Stanley Cup finals, we’re saying our “I do’s” at a rooftop restaurant, surrounded by my new friends from the team, their wives and girlfriends, and the ladies from Evie’s art therapy practice, who have miraculously transformed the space with hundreds of paper flowers.
Early the next week, I help lead the Badgers to victory and land the first Cup title of my career. Against the Ice Possums, no less.
After a management shakeup and some well-timed trades, the Possums eventually got out of their slump and became a team to be reckoned with. But they still wouldn’t be the team for me, even if I’d stayed. We just didn’t have the right chemistry.
But my new team? Well, we kicked ass, took names, and shook Possum hands with grace in our victory.
And I’m so damned happy about that, but not nearly as happy as I am that the little blonde running to hug me at the edge of the ice after the final game is now my wife.
My heart. My everything.
And she always will be, no matter where our adventures takes us next.
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Prologue
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From Harlow Raine’s
TOP SECRET Diary
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Dear Diary,
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It’s just a penis. A cock. A dick.
There are literally millions of them in this city and it’s not like I’m looking for Mr. Right. I just want a dude bro who knows what he’s doing in the bedroom, with a personality just obnoxious enough to keep me from falling for the guy.
You would think that kind of casual bang-buddy situation would be an easy thing to find.
You would, sadly, be wrong.
Let’s look to the dating log for all the depressing details, shall we?
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Brad One: Emotional. Cried easily. Allergic to synthetic fabrics. Or possibly was using his “fabric allergy” to excuse his second crying fit. Wanted to hold my hand fifteen minutes after meeting and kissed my forehead twice.
My thoughts: Feelings are not on my radar right now, tears make me nauseous, and forehead kisses are creepy on a first date.
V-Card Status: Still Un-punched
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Steve: Referred to breasts as “tiddies.” Kept wanting to talk about fishing. Hit the bathroom right before the check arrived and stayed there until I paid, making me think he was waiting to return until the bill was taken care of.
So, yeah, this douchebag was in the running…right up until he gave his leftovers to a homeless man outside the restaurant and offered to buy drinks and dessert at the bar across the street since I covered dinner.