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“Don’t ‘Layla’ me.” She points her finger at me, takes a step back, and puts her books in her backpack. “You two are always together in your free time. He only has eyes for you, just like you have eyes only for him. You’re basically living together a few days a week, and you’re not dating? Bullshit. You’re deluding yourself, Ava.”
“Damn, baby, this is delicious.”
“Like it? I’m ready to fucking marry you if you promise to make these for me every day.”
“You’re confident and independent, yes. But the way you purr when I’m taking care of your needs, and how submissive you can be…I’d say you’re wife material—in the right arms.”
“My arms. My cock. My fingers. Everything about me is a perfect match for you. Try to remember that, Ava.”
“He lost you—he’s a loser. He hurt you—that only proves the weakness of his character. Real men make their women cry from happiness, not pain.”
“I know what it means to be afraid. I know what it feels like to not be able to even look at the thing that brought you pain and misery. I know about all of that, and I know how to fight it. So, if you let me, I’d love for us to try. Okay?”
“But first, I’ll make him pay for what he did. I promise. He’s going down next Saturday.”
I step closer. Now we’re chest to chest. “Good thing I intend to be her last.” Just as his eyes go wide in surprise, I hit him in his abdomen with all my might. Jefferson gasps and presses his hands to his belly, crumpling onto the ice.
“Try talking to her again, or touching her with even one damn pinkie, and I’ll ruin you. I promise.”
“You’re the best guy I’ve ever met,” I confess without thinking, and his eyes darken.
“Your fucking pussy feels incredible. I love the way it swallows my cock and empties my cum.”
“God, woman, you make me extra horny when you tell me what you like and what you want me to do,” he says quietly, and I look at him over my shoulder.
“You’re too good for me.”
“Leave her the fuck alone.” A familiar voice rips through the atmosphere, and Colton snatches my phone from Moore’s fingers. “Didn’t I tell you to stay away from her?”
“She’s my girlfriend!” Colt bellows, and everyone goes silent at once. Even Bailey lets go of him. “And you don’t get to lay your fucking hands on her or her stuff. Back fucking off, Moore, and this picture will never see the light. But keep at it, and I’ll fucking destroy you. Am I clear?”
“Make sure to celebrate your big news with your girlfriend since you finally found the balls to say it aloud,” Clay laughs, walking away.
“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you. You can trust me.”
“I’m so proud of you, Ava. You’re so thoughtful and caring, and you give so much of yourself to others without wanting anything in return. I admire you, and I honestly believe you’ll do amazing.” He dips his head down, taking my chin between his fingers. “You deserve the world, baby. And I want to hand it to you all the damn time.”
“Your boyfriend, huh?” A light peck on the corner of my mouth.
“If you’re going to even hint about the other guys you’ve been with, I’m going to fuck that attitude out of you.” His lips are hovering over mine, and my whole body comes to life. “Am I clear?”
“You love your mom. She’s everything to you. Avery failed me as a wife, but she never failed you as a mother. What’s the point of ruining her image in your eyes?” he says calmly. “I’ll never understand parents who attempt to turn their children against the other parent. It’s the marriage that didn’t last. Parenting is forever.”
“Babe, please, this isn’t us. Let’s talk—”
“I wanted to secure my future, so I could take care of you. Of our baby. I wanted to give you the life you deserve.”
“I don’t care what you say, Ava. You’re mine. And soon enough, you’ll be proudly flashing a ring on your finger so the whole fucking world—so every single person on this planet—will know you’re Colton Thompson’s wife.”
“I not only thought about it, I even asked him, in case something went wrong with hockey. I wanted to be sure I could support you. It’s the only thing that matters.”
“Almost?” And just like that, I know it’s my Ava talking to me. My girl, my only source of happiness.
“Almost,” I state, inhaling deeply. “I love you, Ava. I love you more than fucking hockey, and for someone like me, that sounds like the ravings of a lunatic. If anything, I’m obsessed with you, because any time I get to taste you, I crave you even more. You are the only girl I want, the only one I’ll ever need. And I’ll do anything for you to give me another chance. Please, Ava.”
I press my finger to her mouth, silencing her at once. “There’s no what-if. I love you, Ava. I love how strong and confident you are, because it motivates me to be the same way. I love how vulnerable you can be, because now I know sharing my worries and concerns doesn’t make me weak. It means I can be myself with you, the real me, flawed and closed off to most people. Just like you can be yourself with me. You let me see you, the real you. And I fucking fell in love with you, babe. With a feisty girl who didn’t hesitate to slap a total stranger for his disrespectful words. With a compassionate
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“And I’m staking my claim on you.” I drape a hand over her waist and pull her closer. “I know you might be furious for what I’m about to do, but I don’t care. You’re my most precious treasure, my fucking Stanley Cup, my everything. Even a day without you feels like the loneliest eternity, one I have no desire to go back to ever. I fell in love with you once and for all, and I’m certain you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
one knee in front of her. Her palm flies to her mouth, covering it as she stumbles back a little. “I’m Colton Thompson. The future center for the California Thunders. A soon-to-be Great Lake University graduate. A fucking stubborn idiot, and a closed off moron. I’m a grump, and I’m not always the best person to be around, but you love me. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you, but here we are. You’re my life, and I want you forever. Will you be my wife?”
“They all envy me. To have such a stunning woman as you, I’m one lucky idiot.”
It’s not about you. It’s about my grandchild, and I intend to be the best grandpa in the world, even if the competition is tough.
“You’re the best mom in the world,”
“I’m so lucky to have you.”
“There’s no need for dessert.” She frowns, but when I say my next piece, she’s fuming. “I intend to eat my sweets later…in bed.”
“If you continue to act like a brat, I’m going to fuck you like one, babe,”
“So fucking delicious, babe.” I stand up, hovering over her. Ava’s eyes zero in on my cock, and she grins. “How bad do you want it inside you?”
“Such a good fucking girl you are, wifey. Such a good fucking girl,” I pant, pressing my forehead to hers. “Tell me who your pussy belongs to.”
