“Fuck, I adore you.” I crawl up her body, kissing every spot I pass, only stopping when I make it back to her lips.
“I need you inside me.” She wraps her fingers around me and strokes.
I’m already hard. How could I not be when my literal dream girl is naked in my bed? She easily lines me up against her warm cunt. “No games, no foreplay,” she breathes. “Just fuck me. Please.”
I drink her in. My beautiful best friend. The woman who makeseverything better. This is no different. The moment I sink into her, my worries and concerns dissipate.
“Shit,” she gasps against my mouth.
“Too quick?” I pull back, hovering above her.
Head shaking, she grasps my ass and pulls me deeper. “Better.”
With a grunt, I bury my hand in her hair. I can’t get over how much I love her. How right my life is when I’m with her. “Perfect,” I murmur against her mouth. “Fuck, baby, you’re so perfect. You make everything better. Please, please don’t ever leave me again.”
She smiles up at me, eyes glassy. “Will you go on a date with me when we get home?”
Surprise rockets through me, and I break into a grin. “Are you asking me to be your next bachelor?”
She shakes her head. “Savannah told me I could keep the person I’m dating a secret. So I’m not asking you to be my next bachelor. I’m asking you to be my secret boyfriend. Fuck the piece of paper that says you’re married or magazines that say I’m single.” She hesitates for only a second, and then she gives me that soft smile that I’m beginning to believe is just for me. Just like she is. “Be mine, JJ, because I’m yours and I’m so tired of pretending we’re anything other than that.”
“I’m yours, Adeline.” I press a kiss to her lips. “Always.” I shift my hips, then sink deeper. “And yes, I’ll be your secret boyfriend. And one day soon, the rest of it will be nothing but a memory. I promise.”
FORTY-THREE
ADDIE
Four cities over nine days.By the end of the trip, I’m delirious and extremely ready to get home to Avery. Every night JJ and I FaceTime her, and every night at least one of us ends up a little teary eyed. Always Avery, but often JJ too.
Seeing this man who can be such a force on the ice turn into a puddle for his little girl only makes me love him more.
It’s getting hard to hide in public. And it’s hell keeping my physical distance when we spend nearly all our time together. It’s natural to gravitate toward him. To want to reach for his hand when we’re standing beside one another, to want to lean in and kiss him when he smiles at me.
It kills me that I can’t comfort him when he’s dealing with unwanted press, like right now. The press normally abides by a well-known set of rules. But everyone with a phone thinks they’re media these days, and tonight, while the team is out celebrating a big win in Seattle, a guy has pushed himself into JJ’s space while his friend holds up his phone and records. I was coming back from the bathroom when I noticed. Before I could approach, JJ looked at me and shook his head.
So I’m hanging back. Bray is with him, looking like he might explode, but JJ’s calm, silently telling his friend to cool it. Fighting on camera with some low-life idiot won’t do him or any of us any good.
I stop a few feet away and lean against the bar, waiting for them to get this dog and pony show over with.
“I’m Brent Jennings with Pub Stop Sports, and I’m here with JJ Hanson of the Boston Bolts. Hi, JJ.”
JJ gives a single nod.
“Tonight was a big win for Boston. Congrats.”
Another nod, then a grunt. “Thanks.”
I choke back a laugh, garnering JJ’s attention. Instantly, his expression warms.
“The loss of Sidney Howe so early in the season must have been tough. But Addie Langfield seems to be meshing well with the team. Are you concerned at all about your spot with the Bolts next year?”
Unease curls through me. Where is this guy going with this? JJ is one of the top goalies in the league.
“I’m only focused on this season.”
“But your contract is up and Howe’s isn’t. Correct? So if Langfield keeps playing as well as she has been, she’s in contention for your spot.”
Another grunt and a nod.
