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My mother raised me to be an unholy terror on the ice but a gentleman as soon as I take off my skates. Like a fucking Canadian should be, she’d say.
My husband is ripped to shreds. And thick with it. Uhh. Daddy? questions my brain.
How is everything in the world not canceled right now? Are people still traveling, going to work, and eating in restaurants when my wife looks this hot
Can you not see that I’m starving to death for you? Can’t you tell I missed you so horribly that my family couldn’t even make me smile?
“Do you want to be in trouble with the hockey gods?” I press my mouth against her ear. “You’ve got one right here, sweetheart.”
But I vowed never to lie to Britta again—and I don’t break vows. Especially not to this girl. She’s my wife
my wife
She breathes a giggle against my mouth, and I fucking fall in love with her. I mean it.
God, I knew you would feel like this. Like my last woman. I found you.”
“You are my last. I’m not going anywhere. Do you understand me?”
“Yes! I wanted you to take me home . . .” “You told your husband, fuck the rubber and give it to me raw, didn’t you, sweetheart?”
“That’s your husband’s cock. Learn to love it.” “I do.” Her eyes are glazed, voice hoarse. “I love it. I love it.
“Learn to love me too,” I demand, in my own vulnerable state where my head and
heart and lust are in a jumble, and I have zero control over what comes out of my mouth. “Love me like I love you.”
“I’m not taking back what I said. I love you. I’m immovable, Britta. I’m not moving. And I’m not going anywhere.” Observing her closed-off body language, I swallow what feels like a mouthful of metal scraps. “But I can see you want space right now, so I’m giving it to you.”
“You know how proud I was introducing you to my family? That’s my fucking wife.” I plaster our foreheads together, kissing her lips roughly, catching her hiccups of breath every time I pump. “My. Wife. Mine.
“Maybe my dream has included you since the beginning, but the more time that passed, it started to feel like an actual possibility. You and me, Britta.”
“Sumner. I love you.” A sob shakes her. “I really, really love you.”
