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“You’re not getting any of this tonight,” Olivia bites out, pausing to circle a hand around her bottom half. “None of it.” Carter’s gasp leaves him slack jawed, and he chases after her. “Ollie! It was an accident! You can’t cut off access! You can’t!”
and Carter’s basically been married to Olivia in his head since they met last year, even though she kept him offside for a while.
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big guy.” Somehow, I manage to miss the lipstick kiss, and Adam ends up cleaning my face for me, inciting coos and snickers from all the girls.
Christ, this dress. This back. This fucking ass. It should be illegal. It’s definitely illegal for me to have my hands this close to it, I’ll tell you that much. If Carter could see me right now, I’d never play professional hockey again. I’d be missing at least one necessary limb.
Poor guy hasn’t figured out that I’m caviar; he can’t afford me no matter how hard he tries.
“Little mama is always hungry.” “Big daddy’s always hungry too,” Carter rumbles, patting his torso. I make a yuck face. “Please, no. Never again.” He deflates, frowning. “What? Why?”
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“I could eat again, just not something suitable for public, if you know what I—” “Carter!” She slaps a palm across his mouth before yanking him down to eye level. “For the love of God,” she whispers in her threatening teacher voice. “For once in your life, stop talking.” His smirk is slow as we stop in front of a tall building. “I just wanna love you out loud. Why won’t you let me love you out loud?” Olivia gives him a reassuring pat while my mom swoons and I gag. “Trust me, baby. Nobody loves as loud as you do.” Carter grins proudly and opens the glass doors.
The face Carter made before slamming my laptop shut, grunting out a “fuck no” as he walked away, was both entertaining and exasperating.
He hauls Olivia into him, pulling her scarf up until it’s damn near covering her whole face, despite her trying to swat him away.
Besides, who needs a boyfriend when you’ve got a drawer full of battery-powered ones? Men don’t vibrate, but dildos do.
“Actually, we were talking about the golden dicking Jennie needs.” The skates fall from Carter’s hands at Cara’s words, just as the glass falls from mine. I manage to catch it before it hits the ground, but not before water soaks my top. “No, we weren’t!” I yell at the same time Carter shrieks, “Jennie doesn’t need a dicking!”
“Wanna borrow a sweater too?” he asks. “You can wear one of mine.” “No thanks.” “You might be cold.” “It’s warm in the arena.” “I can see your belly button.” “I can see that your eyes work.” “Fucking sisters,” Carter grumbles, adding something about wandering eyes and dead teammates
“But he’s been so gentle lately.” Cara hammers a fist to her chest, choking on her snack. “Please tell me he’s the type of dad who thinks he’ll poke his baby in the eye if he’s not careful.” “He’s taken to warning the baby every time we’re about to have sex.” Olivia scrubs a hand over her exhausted expression. “Okay, little buddy. Daddy’s coming in. Make sure you move all the way to the back.” Her wide brown eyes are full of disbelief. “It’s the anxious chuckling that really gets me, and every time I move, he stops and asks if I’m okay. I just … I need him to fuck me, you know? Really fuck me.
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“I never get in fights! My dad’s so proud of me for plowing the other goalie into the boards!” He runs a palm down his puffed chest. “Says he recorded it to show all his friends.”
boobs. “Tuck it away!” I shriek at him. “You tuck those away!” he shrieks back. “Stop looking!” “You stop looking!” “Garrett!” “Jennie!”
“It’s really, it’s … it’s not a big deal, ya know? I didn’t even see anything.” “Really?” The erection just appeared out of thin air? “Yeah,” he lies, and not at all convincingly. “Nothing at all.”
“I’m a weak man, and they’re nice tits.” My stubborn nose points to the ceiling. “Yeah, I know they are.”
I gasp when my back hits the wall. Garrett’s turquoise eyes fall to my lips.
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“Excuse me. I’m Arianna.” Carter doesn’t look up from his menu. “I’m married.” I lift my own menu to hide my snort. Arianna opens her mouth, and Carter cuts her off before she can speak. “Happily.” He looks up with a grin and shows her Olivia’s smiling face on his phone screen. “Isn’t she beautiful?” He flips through his photos. “Here she is on our wedding day. Fucking gorgeous, right? And here’s the baby she’s growing right now. That’s my baby. What do you think? Girl or boy? We’re not finding out. We want to be surprised. I’m trying to convince myself I see a penis, though, ’cause girls are
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Carter’s not even looking at me. He’s blowing bubbles in his fucking chocolate milk.
“Hey, Carter?” I call as he zooms by, using his stick as a guitar. “What’s Jennie’s relationship status? Asking for a friend.” “Nobody touches my baby sister.” It’s half scream, half song, and
Well, that won’t work. Absolutely not. If I can’t have her, nobody else on this team gets her.
“Riley. I see you’ve met my sister. Baby sister. Only sister. My sister.” Oh Christ. Here we go. And Garrett’s not even bothering to hide his triumphant grin. Fuck you, I mouth, flipping him the bird behind Carter’s back. You’d like that, he mouths back. “I was just introducing myself,” Jaxon says. “She’s been very welcoming. She’s beautiful.” “I know she is,” Carter snaps back. “She’s also twenty-four.”
Carter sidesteps, the human barrier I didn’t ask for. “Two years too old for her.” I frown. “You’re almost three years older than Olivia.” His head swivels in slow motion. I mash my lips together at his expression, mostly to keep from laughing in his face. He may look threatening, but I’m fully aware he’s a giant teddy bear who spends his time singing Disney songs, carrying his dog, and plastering his ear against his wife’s stomach in case today’s the day he can hear the baby.
I changed my mind. I want her, and I’m gonna have her. Carter walks away, leaving his sister glaring at me, and when she flips me the double bird, I know that only God can help me now. Fuck me, I’m going for it anyway.
“That’s you, sunshine. You’re my favorite dessert.” With my hand on her throat, I haul her into me. Breathless, she clings to me as I whisper my next words. “C’mon, Jennie. Play with me.”
“I want an Oreo McFlurry.” He taps Olivia’s shoulder five hundred times. She’s halfway to passed out beside him. “Want one, pumpkin? Extra Oreo? Gare-Bear’s takin’ us.”
“Nope. I saw a penis.” Emmett sighs. “I’ve told you a thousand times: that was an arm. Your baby does not have a gigantic penis.” “His daddy does,” is Carter’s smug response.
Riley!” He catches Jaxon on his way to the showers. “I’ll teach you the dance real quick.” Jaxon slaps his hands over his junk. “I’m naked!”
“Great for ratings,” Carter mumbles. He props his fists on his hips and starts barking out orders. With the entire team lined up, he turns his stare on me, brows lifting. “Garrett.” “No. Fuck that. I’m not doing your damn dance.” Famous last words. An hour later, I’m sitting at our hotel bar, watching our team do some ridiculous trend that has an entire team of NHL players dropping it low before they spin around and shake their asses for the camera. Most of us are half-dressed in equipment. Jaxon is less fortunate, covering his dick with a hand towel. The video already has over a hundred
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Bear: I’m almost home. Wanna bang? Bear: **hang
Carter waltzes into the kitchen. “You asked me to put them somewhere you couldn’t reach. You said you were eating too many.” “I’m pregnant,” Olivia growls. “And you made me this way! And another thing!” She stabs an angry finger into his chest. “I’m allowed to eat too many cookies!” Carter leans into me, hand over his mouth. “She’s been especially aggressive and emotional lately.” I roll my eyes. “I’ll grab—” He bars his arm across my chest, stopping me. “I like to let her go for a couple minutes. It tires her out, kinda like an overstimulated kitten.”
Carter meets my gaze as Mom and Olivia collapse into each other, weeping. Help me, he mouths.
“Oh wait.” I roll down the window. “I forgot to mention this a couple weeks ago, but your wife wants you to fuck her like you mean it.” Carter stares. “What?” “You cannot poke your baby in the eye, Carter.” He glances at his crotch. “Are you sure? I’m pretty well-endow—”
“Sue me for being a little excited.” “Oh, buddy.” Emily laughs. “There’s nothing little about how excited you are right now.” I may or may not snort a laugh.
“Somebody at school asked me out today.” “Goddammit.” He groans. “I thought I had more time.” I giggle softly. “It’s not happening.” “What? Why not? Not cute?” “He was very cute. He just …” I watch my finger trace a random pattern into the bed sheets. “He didn’t want me. He wanted Carter.”
But what if I never get the chance to show someone who I am beyond my last name? What if nobody bothers to look? That’s what hurts the most.
“C’mon, Jennie. Dance with me.” Her grin is a slow explosion, lighting her whole face as all that apprehension fades away. “You’ll dance for me?” “I’ll do anything for you.”
“Garrett Andersen, please tell me you’re not dating your captain’s little sister.” “Okay. I’m not dating my captain’s little sister.” She pops a fist on her hip, expression unamused. “What? We’re not dating. We’re just friends.” Technically
“What in the sweet fuck are you wearing?” “What? This?” Carter looks down at his shirt, tugging so the single word is visible, as if it weren’t already large and in charge. DILF. “Ollie got it for me.” “It was meant to be a joke,” Olivia murmurs, “but it’s his favorite gift. He won’t take it off.”
A whole village made of Oreos?” He makes a sound, like he’s having a revelation, and turns, wide-eyed, to Olivia. “What if we name the baby—” “No.” “But—” “Not happening.”
he drags his shirt up his torso in slow motion, one finger on his lip as he gives her the eyes. “Like what you see, princess? Want me to take you upstairs and—ah, for fuck’s sake!” That, my friends, is the sound of Olivia sinking her last shot, all while looking her husband dead in the eye.
crash we hear, then the way his broken voice calls out, “Caraaa.” “Yes, my sweet angel,” she shouts back, eyes on us. “I’m coming!” Her
Damn, I look good.” Carter pivots, watching himself in the mirror. He tugs on the lapels of his tailored suit jacket. “I’d fuck me.” He hands his phone to Emmett before he presses his palm to the floor-length mirror, sticks his butt out, and looks back at us over his shoulder. “Take a picture. Gonna send it to Ollie. Let her know what she’s in store for tonight.” Emmett shoves a stool toward Carter. “Hike your leg up.” His head bobs as he snaps pictures. “Yeah, that’s good. Ollie’ll like that.” Adam crosses his arms, watching the mini-photoshoot. “Damn, these pants are really good.” He
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“Yeah, it’s like this.” Carter rests his palm on the mirror again, looking over his shoulder. “My name is Carter Beckett, and I have a hockey butt.” “It’s more like this.” I clear my throat and wiggle my shoulders, getting into position, one hand on the knot of my tie, the other on my hip. “My name is Garrett Andersen”—I peek over my shoulder—“and I have a hockey butt.” Carter shoves me out of the way with his hip. “My name is Carter Beckett,” he murmurs, husky and low. He swings his head over his shoulder, eyes hooded as his hip juts, sliding one hand over his right butt cheek. “And I have a
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“Garrett has a date.” My jaw dangles, gaze darting to Jennie. “What? No I don’t.” “Well, not yet. He got the photographer’s phone number from the shoot today.” “She-she-she…she gave it to me!” “They were flirting the entire time. They were so into each other.” “No, I-I-I … she was, but I was …” Fuck. The second my eyes meet Jennie’s, she averts her gaze, cheeks a furious shade of red. Cara’s own gaze pinballs between the two of us, a sly grin creeping up her face. Adam just looks fucking exhausted, or disappointed, maybe both. “I wasn’t flirting,” I mumble, but the words are lost as Carter and
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Olivia’s hands and points at a handsome, dark-haired man. “You. Dance with me.” His eyes double in size. “O-okay.” She snuggles into his chest and slides his hands over her hips as they start swaying together, and the poor guy looks like he’s in heaven. He might be in thirty seconds. Emmett looks like he’s gonna put him through the floor. The broad teddy bear of a man comes to a stop in front of them, staring down at his smiling wife. His fists clench and he flicks his gaze toward the man holding Cara. “Hands off my wife. Now.”
“Hi there,” he says, stopping at the edge of the booth. “I’m—” “Oh my God!” Olivia comes alive, clapping her hands. “You’re Alejandro Perez!” She squeals, fists shaking beneath her chin. “Jennie, he’s the—” “Midfielder from the Vancouver Whitecaps,” Alejandro finishes, laughing. “So sorry. I’m fangirling. I played soccer growing up and—” “Soccer?” Cara sips her drink. “Thank God. You said midfielder and I was like, ‘I haven’t heard of that hockey position before. Which one of our guys plays it?’”
“Olivia can say anything she wants! She’s growing my baby and sucking my dick!”
“Garrett,” Adam warns under his breath. “I swear to God, if that’s Jennie—” “She just—she-she … no, she just needs a ride to … I’m not … it’s not …” I give up, raking my hands up and down my face. “Aaah.” “Aw, c’mon!” Adam tosses his book to the seat next to him, burying his face in his hands. “Garrett, no! You promised it was only the one time!” “Well, Adam, I lied!” He gasps, expression holding all the betrayal I expected. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to lie to you, but I couldn’t tell you. You would’ve made me stop.” “Because I don’t want to lose my best friends!” he whisper-yells, checking
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