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He stands up and unzips his pants, letting them hang open at the front. His platinum wedding band matches mine and shines as he works to free himself.

On all fours, he wastes no time pushing into me, stretching me, toying with me, hitting parts of me I didn’t know existed.

His hard cock slowly undoes me as he pumps in and out. With one hand on my hip, he reaches forward and trails his fingertips down the back of my neck, the sensory pleasure causing me to fully unravel.

Fighting to stay upright, he knows I can’t hold this position long when he empties himself inside me with a possessive growl that kicks my orgasm up another notch, and I scream his name just like he wanted me to and definitely loud enough so everyone in Banff will hear.

Withdrawing, he wraps his arms around my waist and sits on the edge of the stage, pulling me onto his lap.

I feel the way his cum trickles down the inside of my thighs. “Can you feel me dripping from you, Mrs. Jones?” Jensen whispers into my ear.

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to do it again when you’ve had our babies? Do you want me to breed you again?”

My pussy throbs in response to his dirty mouth. “I want you to breed me all the time, JJ.”

He kisses my forehead. “Let’s get back to our guests and spend some time. The faster we do, the sooner I can take you again, but this time, we will be in our wedding bed.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

JENSEN

“You know you’ll need to take that off, right?” Zach points to the ring on my left hand as we gear up for a home game.

“Not if I hide it.”

He rolls his eyes. “Come on, man. You know the rules. It’s not going anywhere, and neither is she.”

Jessie snorts. “He’s like a dog in heat or something—humping his owner’s leg every chance he gets, but instead, it’s his wife’s.”

“Listen,” I say, sitting on my bench and inspecting my stick. “I would hump my wife anytime, anyplace, anywhere.”

Goddamn, now I get why Jon has the obsession with saying “my wife.” It feels good.

“Like on the stage in the room next door to your wedding?” Zach asks, not lifting his head from where he’s examining his blades.

We almost got away with it that night, but the flushed look on Kate’s cheeks told the story. For the past four days, Zach, Jessie, and Jon haven’t shut up about it.

“You know, you could just take your woman and have a good time yourselves. You don’t need to live vicariously through me,” I muse. “Albeit I’m not complaining about the reminders, and neither is my dick.”

“What’s that about your dick, Jones? Still tiny?” Coach Burrows interrupts as he barges in and stands in the center of the room, his hands on his hips as he glances around at everyone.

“Tonight is big. If we get the W against Nashville, then we leapfrog Calgary and head into second.” He points at me and then thumbs over his shoulder. “Perhaps now that you put a ring on it, you can stop obsessing over your personal life and actually give me your best out there.”

“Always my intention, Coach.”

“Intention and execution are two very different things. I want a shutout tonight. We’re three months deep into the season, and your shutout stat is the lowest it’s ever been at this point.”

Bringing my hand to my forehead, I salute him, and he narrows his eyes at me in response. He knows shutouts are my priority and I’ll be working on that stat, ASAP.

“We got this, Coach,” Jessie reassures, slapping his thigh in motivation.

He pins him with a glare in response. “Talking of distractions…” He trails off, and I watch the way my best friend’s face falls.

Does Coach know something?

Burrows throws one last glare our way, and I turn to Jessie. “What’s up his ass?”