“Incredible?”
“Yeah, you could say that.”
Pulling out, I tie off the condom and drop it on the floor, making a note to take care of it later. I adjust Harperin my arms, cradling her to me. My fingers comb through the soft locks of her now messy hair.
Her skin is warm against mine. Our breaths mingle in the cool air inside the car.
“Well, there’s a lot more where that came from.”
Because I don’t ever plan to stop doing this with Harper.
Not now. Not ever.
Chapter Twenty-Two
MARCUS
“You want to go out with us tonight, Cap?” Bode asks, dropping down into the seat in front of me. After a win in Phoenix tonight, we’re spending the night before heading to Salt Lake tomorrow. One more road game then we’re heading home.
Fucking finally. I hate long road trips. Always have. I never like being away from the girls. I feel bad having to have others stay with them.
And now? Now I don’t like being away from Harper.
Having had to leave only two days after our date, I didn’t get enough. One night together willneverbe enough.
“I’m not really feeling up to going out.”
The win tonight was hard fought. Phoenix battled with us to the very end. Only when Dax caught a breakaway at the end of the third period were we able to seal the victory.
“A win like that deserves to be celebrated.”
I shake my head. “No way, Bode. I’m wiped. I want to go to my room, see how the girls are doing, and crash.”
He rolls his eyes at me. “Okay, how about instead ofgoing out, we play some video games and call it a night? Is that better?”
“I’m game,” Dax says, dropping into the seat next to me. “Too much adrenaline to go to bed.”
“Hell yeah!” Bode holds out his fist for a bump. “That was a fucking awesome goal.”
“C’mon, Marcus. It’s not like Bode is going to let up easily.”
“I guess so. But we’re going to your room. When I want to leave, I want to leave.”
Bode throws his hands up. “You got it.”
Noah, Graham, and Jasper get on the bus and take the seats opposite us. “Video games in Bode’s room,” I tell them.
Graham looks confused. “Why is Cap inviting us to play video games? Anyone else think that’s weird?”
I flip him the bird. “We’re playing video games because I don’t want to go out and this is the only way to keep Bode off my ass.”
Graham and Noah both nod. “That makes more sense,” Noah tells me. “I’m always game. Especially if it means kicking your ass.”
“Har, har,” I deadpan.
The bus pulls out of the parking lot at the rink and heads to our hotel. The guys are all chirping who is going to beat who as I pull my phone from my pocket.
Harper
