“You just want to use her agreement as leverage for Ida Jane,” Adam shot back.
“So?” Maxim asked.
“This is much better than chimpanzee wars,” Cruz said.
“He needs something to put on her finger,” Nik said.
“We really need to win this hockey game now,” Stol said. “Fuck, if we don’t, Mac’s marriage won’t make it.”
“Don’t go ruining it before it’s even started. Shit, man,” Naese said.
“Here, we made you a ring,” Maxim said. He shoved it into my hand. It was a twisted mess of gum wrappers.
I raised it up, and the guys cheered.
Keelie threw her head back and laughed from her belly as I tugged her onto my thigh. “Y-yes,” she gasped through her giggles. “Always.” She sobered as I slipped the weird ring on her finger. She clasped my cheeks. “You’re mine, Cormac Bouchard.”
I kissed her again. “I’ve been telling you that for months.”
Epilogue
Cormac
“I’m sorry you didn’t win the Cup.” Keelie settled in my lap, her arms around my neck. Her tiny bikini barely covered her luscious tits. I skated my hand up her side and settled it over one. There was something about a beach wedding…
We were on Kauai at a posh resort. Keelie and I had rented a private bungalow out over the water, and we were in our bedroom. Filmy white drapes fluttered in the windows, and the soft sounds of rippling water drifted in. I lay on the bed, leaning against the thick teak headboard, with Keelie in my lap. She’d wanted to go for a night swim. I’d tugged her over here.
“That’s okay. We pushed all the way to the last game. Other teams know we’re contenders.”
“Taking out Dukovsky in the first round helped a lot with your attitude.”
I grinned. “I still hate that fucker.”
Keelie giggled. “He’s not looking so hot with his suspension going into next year.”
“Or the problem with his knee.”
Keelie gasped. “Really? That’s too bad. Do you think he’ll retire?”
“Don’t care.” I pressed my erection against her hip. “I have much better things to think about. And feast on.” I waggled my brows. “Come closer…”
When she did, I kissed her, loving how she tasted. My hand drifted down to her still-flat stomach, and I palmed her belly, rubbing my fingertips back and forth.
“How’s my peanut?”
“Peachy,” Keelie replied. “But his or her mama’s frustrated that you knocked her up just before the wedding.” She pouted, but there was no heat behind her words. In fact, her smile grew so wide, I couldn’t help but match it. “No fun drinks for me this trip.”
“But wonderful memories. Fantastic ones we’ll treasure.” I didn’t bother to reiterate that I was with her, one hundred percent, through this pregnancy. She knew how much this child meant to me—how muchshemeant. I untied her top and threw it aside. I pinched her nipples, eliciting a gasp.
“Sensitive,” she said.
I smiled as I nuzzled her breasts.
“This is the last time I get to love you as Keelie Hayes.”
“Mmm… I’m looking forward to being Keelie Bouchard,” she said.
“Not as much as I am.” I untied the strings to her bottoms and tossed them aside, too.
