“We’re not even married.” I chuckle.
He grabs his heart. “Yet. Jeez, Rooney. You’re going to give a guy a heart attack.”
Striding forward, he stops beside me and winks. “Looking good tonight, Coach.”
“Thanks, MacArthur. Now hurry up and shower. We have to review some tape quickly before we head to The Penalty Box.”
A darkness flutters in his gaze, tipping his lips up. “I’ll be there.”
When he walks away from us, my heart skips a beat.
“I hate you both,” Andy groans, reeling from his most recent breakup. “You and your perfect little relationship.”
“No, you don’t.” I drag the No out, pulling him into a quick side hug. “You love us.”
“Yeah, yeah.” he groans, a genuine smile taking over his face. He lowers his voice, leaning closer to me. “Now go have fun,reviewing the tape.”
I gasp, my eyes bulging as I meet his gaze. “What?! Youknow?”
He chortles. “You think you’re the first person toreview the tape? Nope.”
“Oh my God.” I cover my face, burning up from embarrassment.
Gently, he shoves me down the tunnel. “Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. Have a good night, Shay!”
“You too!” I’m giggling as my heels click down the tunnel, hastily making my way to our room, disappearing inside and patiently waiting for Matt to arrive.
Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait long, appearing not four minutes later. “Finally, alone at last.”
He locks the door behind him and takes three long strides toward me, his hands finding my jaw and his lips finding mine.
I’ll never get enough of him, his touch, his love. I’m addicted, and nothing will ever cure me.
His tongue parts my lips, deepening our kiss, as his hands work fast, stripping both of us naked. There’s something evenhotter about being rushed for time, about knowing we shouldn’t be doing this, but making time for it anyway.
Dropping to my knees, I soak his length completely, massaging his balls in my hand as he groans with pleasure. I love giving him head, being in total control of everything he’s feeling. There’s a power to it that I’m obsessed with.
Cupping my face, he pulls me up, claiming my lips once more. “Hands on the mirror, baby, and leg up.”
What can we say? We’re goalies … creatures of habit. It’s almost a superstition at this point if we don’t hook up exactly like this after a home-game win. We’re doing this for the sake of the team.
My eyes find the sticky notes plastered along the mirror, dozens he and I have left for one another. Love notes, encouragement, self doubt, and everything in between.
I do as he instructed as one of his hands finds the curve of my hip, the other lining him up with my entrance. He teases me, swiping his tip through my center over and over until I’m backing up into him, begging for it.
He chuckles darkly and finally gives me what I want, every single inch of it. When he’s buried inside of me, his free hand reaches around my hip, finding my clit and sending every sensation into overdrive.
“Oh my fucking God,” I cry out, nearly seeing stars from how good everything feels.
He slams into me repeatedly, at that perfect pace, and it’s not long before I’m soaring in the clouds, high off of his affection. And it’s not a minute more before he’s flying right beside me, whimpering into my ear as he loses himself inside of me.
The Penalty Box is packed when we arrive, a line around the block with excited fans. The atmosphere is electric inside. Good music, good people, good drinks.
Matt and I are the last to join his friends’ tight-knit group, and we find seats at a table with Alec, Laura, Cam, Morgan, Reed, and Charlotte. Brett, Piper, Evie, Carrington, Jensen, and Lainey are at the table right beside us, not a foot apart.
My heart is overflowing with a sense of belonging, a sense of team and purpose as everyone claps and cheers at our arrival.
“Stop! You guys are ridiculous.”
