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I’m shutting that down early. Too complicated. I want something easy but sizzling. I’ve done comfortable. I want … zing. And the thought of Quinn doesn’t give me zing.
“Holy fuck, they don’t make strippers like you in Boston,” the man who opened the gate slurs.
Aleks, now planted in his chair, turns and looks up at me with big eyes. “I’d have your babies.” And I’m assuming that was meant to be quiet, but he fucking shouts it.
“You’ve been missing out.” He shoves me toward Aleks. “You take your future husband.”
He doesn’t look away. Just stares. And this shivery sort of awareness runs through me. “Zing,” he whispers before passing out.
“I’m willing to bet he’d look even better in none of those things. I’d pay to see that sleeve tattoo again. His dark hair all messy with sweat …” And I’m getting way too into that image. I shift in my seat. Sanden eyes me. “Oh, you are so sleeping with the guy.”
“Thanks.” And then, fuck it. I turn around so he can see his name and glance back at him over my shoulder. “I’m told he’s an okay player, but I haven’t had a chance to look him up yet.” “Damn.”
“I gotta go. You better watch me.” “Why the fuck do you think I’m here?”
“Did I see the firemen guys in the stands?” he asks. “Yep.” “Ah. Is that why you’re playing so shit? Because your future husband is watching?” “Excuse me, it’s future father of my babies. I’m never getting married again. Get it right.”
“It was so noble of you to give up scoring so one of your teammates could do it for you.” “I need to show Gabe that I’m a giver.” Oskar shakes his head. “You’re so getting married. I’ll meet you out front because I need to witness this train wreck in person.”
manwhore crown I gave you! I bestowed greatness upon you, and you … you … For shame.”
“Yes. Please make me do this because I really want to, but it turns out I don’t like change. I like comfort and familiarity, and the only adrenaline I like is when I’m on the ice.”
Suddenly, this type of adrenaline rush is all worth it.
“You didn’t look worried when you were dumping ice over my head. What happened?” He shrugs. “I was on the ice. It’s my domain. Nothing can touch me out there.” “Except your buddy who was slamming you into the boards.” Aleks rolls out his shoulder. “That was for your benefit, by the way.” “It was?” “Yeah.” The playful shove he gives me lights up my excitement again. “Someone wasn’t watching again.”
“Hey.” I wait until he looks at me. “If you want to dance, I’m okay with that. If you want to know what it’s like to have a bunch of men with their hands all over you, we can do that too. My future husband should have whatever he wants.”
There’s nothing like a first kiss. Nothing like that band of possibility stretching tighter and tighter until you’re both so turned on you’re ready to rip each other’s clothes off.
One kiss from him was enough to rearrange gravity, and it kinda sucks to know I couldn’t do that for him.
don’t need to hear it.” “Hear what?” I have to give him credit; his innocent tone is impressive. “That I’m a loser for running out on a super-smoking-hot guy who, with one kiss, sent me into a spiral of insecurity. I already hate myself enough.”
Like he said, rip off the Band-Aid. But there’s something holding me back. Nerves. The idea I might regret it. Everyone else not being Gabe.
It doesn’t stop me from wanting him though. That one kiss is seared into my memory bank as the hottest kiss that was cut off way too quickly. But I have to let it go.
“I can’t wait until you’re ready for me to give you everything. For me to move inside you. To have you on your knees.”
“I’m going to turn you inside out, wreck you, and still have you begging for more.” I throw my head
“You’re so impatient.” “It’s my number one trait.”
“True. Do we need to set up a schedule or something? Your nights of freedom around you playing teacher with me.”
“I guarantee that will never happen,” I say to Katz. “I’m never getting married again.”
I’m not sure if it’s a man thing or a Gabe-specific thing, but that was so fucking hot. Hands down the best sex I’ve ever had. And I want to do it again.
Aleks and I are fire in the bedroom, but we’re also compatible in every other way out of it.
“You’re lucky.” I wrap my arm around Gabe’s waist and pull him close. “I’m lucky my over-the-top friends decided to set another friend on fire. Because that brought me you.”
The insane theories consist of me falling for him, him being the person I was supposed to find all along, and bullshit about soul mates. Definitely can’t be any of those things.
“How does this feel so right?” “I know what I’m doing.” “No, just … you. I’ve never missed anyone before, but now …”
Every time I’m with him, it’s the same. I never realized how much having this deep connection with someone could make every experience heightened. Like life on steroids. Sex in fucking candy land.
Then I’m looking up into the murderous face of my boyfriend. He pounds the glass again, then points at Madden. “Don’t you dare!” The side of his fist hits the glass, and after a moment, he turns his stare on me. “Touch my boyfriend and see what happens!”
moment. “What does serious look like to you?” That’s an easy question. “Living together is a big one. Shared goals for the future. One hundred percent commitment to be in this thing and, if issues come up, to work our way through it together. To want to make it work.”
There’s only one path for my life that I’ve always seen as something I’d fight tooth and nail for: kids. Not my own though.
