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Tripp’s jaw tightens. “Well, I’d like my dick sucked, so if you’re planning to do that, by all means, stay.”
“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
“You two are cute,” Austin says, which dissolves my shock as I gl...
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We are...
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When he finally pulls me to him, his arms are warm and comfortable. More dudes really should do this. People joke about us having a bromance all the time, but it’s the best way to describe us. I love him. More than Jessica.
Tripp’s my ride or die.
I don’t know when I fell in love with Dex Mitchale, only that I have. And I’m a fucking dumbass for it.
Because while he’s talking about marriage to someone who doesn’t appreciate him, I’m trying my best to hide my feelings for him. I’ve been trying for a long time. So long, in fact, that I think I have pretty much accepted the inevitable.
I will be in love with my best friend until...
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If I told Dex I needed time apart, he would think he did something wrong and then spend the next month doing sweet things to make up for it, which would only make me fall for him more.
“You’ll always have me. I don’t even need the piece of paper.”
That makes me warm inside. “What about a ring?”
“The only ring I need is the one that says Stanley Cup Champions on ...
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And as I recite the words, the anxiousness inside me settles. Because everything I’m saying … well, it’s technically true. Rich or poor? He’s my guy. If he’s healthy, we’ll cause shit together, and if he’s sick, I’ll distract him until he’s better. I do treasure him, because I honestly believe there’s no one on earth who gets me like he does.
The idea of choosing one person to spend my whole life with is scary.
But as long as Tripp is always there, I know I can get...
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If this is the only chance I’ll ever get to kiss Dex Mitchale, I’m going to take it.
Because as we stand at an altar, promising ourselves to each other and sealing it with a kiss, my heart has never experienced such pain.
As soon as our mouths break apart, this will be over, and I will be crushed.
“I always cry at weddings.”
“Because they’re so beautiful?”
“No, because every time a couple gets married, a manwhore fairy dies. We just killed someone, and you don’t even care.” I finally risk looking at his face, because I know he’ll be smiling and not...
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“A … manwhore fairy.” His brow furrows. “Umm, what exactly is...
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“Whenever you have a random hookup, a gay manwhore fairy gets its wings. It’s legend, passed ...
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Hmm, how to tell my fake husband that I have a fake boyfriend … I’m starting to regret going on this trip.
“We’re going up to that drop-off.”
“Can I come?” Maybe I can push Oskar off it?
“I’m not possessive!”
“Who do I belong to?”
“Me, ...
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He grins. “S...
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“Have you guys ever gotten the impression Dex is in love with Tripp as much as Tripp is in love with him, but he just doesn’t realize?”
The NHL pressure can be intense, especially if you’re having a really good season or a really bad one. When you’re on a winning streak, the need to maintain it could make any player choke, and as a goalie, the pressure is only tenfold. Dex takes me away from all that, and I think it’s why we became fast friends.
He’s my escape.
I’m his best friend.
He’s my heart and soul.
And nothing will ever ch...
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Not even his inability to lo...
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I kissed my husband, and I liked it, but to me, it was no different than when he holds me or I kiss his cheek or we stay up all night talking.
It makes me … full. Happy.
“Still think you’d want to bottom?” he rasps.
“More than ever.”
“Fuck, you need to stop that,” he warns.
“Please, Tripp. I’ve never been so hard in my life.”
He shoves my jeans and briefs down my thighs and closes his hand around my cock. His fingers are rough and thick, and when he spits into his hand and starts to jerk me off, there’s nothing sweet or delicate about it. It’s blinding, burning need. It’s pure want.
I kiss him again. “If someone had told me that’s what it was like to have a husband, I would have found me one a long time ago.”
My lips replace my teeth, sucking a bruise into his shoulder, marking him as mine. Only mine.
My husband, my best friend, my everything.
This is what’s best for him. A divorce. Then he can move on. Meanwhile, I’ll remain pathetically in love with my best friend. Holy shit … I’m in love with Tripp.
“I’m dumb a lot of the time, but the best dumb decision I ever made was marrying you. Because now I know why I could spend forever with you, and only you. I know we’re supposed to stand up here and announce some bogus divorce, but I don’t want that. I want us.” My voice breaks. “Always. Forever. Because I am so fucking in love with you, I don’t know myself without you.”
