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T he second my eyes pop open and I’m met with the morning sun, I’m instantly pissed at myself.

I gave him head in the kitchen, then I took him into the workout room and fucked him on his bench.

Then, he somehow convinced me to lie in bed with him until we got our strength back to go another round.

We did after about half an hour.

I think I came four times last night, and that’s a damn record.

Apparently, after all that, our bodies were tired, and we both fell asleep, but Ryder Cambridge’s bed is not the place I’m supposed to be sleeping.

I need to get out of here.

Ryder’s arms hold me tight against his warm body, and it feels too good.

This bed feels so cozy and comfortable, but I know I can’t stay any longer.

We’ve hooked up one too many times.

The first time, I was having a bad night, and I chose the petty way to deal with my grief and used poor Ryder as a revenge hookup, but last night …

that took it too far.

I was here because I wanted to be, not because I was trying to escape the pain of everything that Rowan had done.

And that right there is a problem.

For a moment, I consider what might happen if I stayed here.

Maybe we could wake up and cook pancakes together or hit his hot tub.

Perhaps he’s a Netflix and chill type of guy, and we’d binge an entire series of trashy TV.

A familiar tingly feeling spreads across my chest, and I know I need to leave.

This is what I do. I tell myself it’s just going to be fun or just sex, and before I know it, I have our fucking babies’ names picked out before even knowing if the dude has a criminal record or is a secret psycho.

I need to stop. This is who I am though.

I fall fast, and I fall for no fucking reason at all.

That isn’t an option right now.

Today, I’m moving across the United States.

He’s my brother’s best friend, and I can’t afford to catch feelings for someone who is all the way back in Maine.

Besides, he’s a pro hockey player—aka the last thing I need in my life.

Slowly, I reach for his arm.

Holding my breath, I gently push it off of me, and scooch out from under his hold.

It’ll be a lot easier to leave when he’s sleeping.

That way, he can’t give me one of those grins or say something dirty to make me pounce on him …

again.

The faint sound of bare feet on my hardwood floor pulls me from my sleep just enough, and when I pry my eyes open, my vision is blurry, but I can just barely make out Saylor’s silhouette as she beelines it to my bedroom door.

The sun shines through the slit in the curtain, and that can only mean one thing.

We fell asleep, and she stayed the night.

“After all those orgasms I provided, you’re still trying to sneak out of here before I wake up?” I drawl slowly, wiping my eyes and sitting up.

“That’s cold, Brat, even for you.”

She stops for a moment, keeping her back turned until, finally, she spins to face me.

“I mean, there wasn’t that many,” she lies through her perfect white teeth.

“And I’m sorry. I have a lot to do today before I head out. And you were sleeping and seemed quite … you know, peaceful. So, I just figured, why wake you? Why not just let you rest?” She throws her hands up, shrugging.

“So, anyway, last night was fun, and I hope you have a wonderful day.”

She turns away from me again, but I have no intentions of letting her leave just yet.

“Fun?” My voice stops her before she can take another step.

“You came, like … at least four times. One of them was when you were sucking my dick and I wasn’t even touching you.” I pause, unable to keep the smirk from my lips because even thinking about it brings me such happiness that I turn into a grinning fool.

“I do believe that’s a first for me, by the way. I know women love to suck on my dick, but I’ve never had someone enjoy it so much that they came.” I relax back, folding my hands behind my head.

“Fan-fucking-tastic it was to watch that. Made my dick explode like a rocket.”

A look of humiliation etches across her face.

When I mentioned it after it happened last night, she sort of changed the subject by getting naked and luring me into my workout room, where she fucked me into oblivion.

She probably thought I’d forget.

And when it had happened, she definitely hadn’t realized I noticed.

She’s not exactly quiet.

“That was for show,” she says nonchalantly.

“I was just trying to liven up my BJ game—that’s all.”

“Your poker face isn’t all that great, babe,” I toss back, narrowing my eyes.

“You soaked your panties when you had my cock down your throat. You took me so deep. Your nipples grew hard—well, harder than they already had been. And you were all but fucking the air. And guess what, babe. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I have to tell you, if you enjoy sucking me off that much, my cock is yours anytime.”

Her cheeks are flaming red now, and I love that I put that crimson stain there.

Saylor isn’t the kind of chick who is easily embarrassed—nor does she give a shit when it comes to being herself.

It’s obvious she doesn’t want to lead on just how much she enjoyed last night because she’s trying to play it cool.

“And FYI, I thought about something. If you insist on not swallowing the next time we hook up, that’s okay,” I say.

“I’ll just blow my load all over your pretty face instead.”

Her mouth hangs open, and her eyes grow wide.

“You’re … too much,” she mumbles.

“Also, what next time? This was it, so I hope you enjoyed it and got a good mental video for your spank bank because we are never hooking up again.”

“Wanna make a bet?” I drawl.

She huffs out an aggravated breath.

“We agreed that last night was the last time, Ryder. Not only am I moving away and totally done with hockey players, but my brother has also voiced—numerous times—how much he wants me to stay away from his teammates, given the history of everything.” She grimaces.

“I don’t blame him either. I haven’t exactly made his life easy, always going after his friends.”

“I think it’s probably the other way around, sweetheart,” I say coolly.

“Yeah, and then I practically fall in love with them, become clingy, and before long, name the three babies we will never have,” she blurts out, widening her eyes at herself.

“Nobody wants that. No one.”

She thinks what she just said is going to deter me from wanting her.

Fuck no. I wouldn’t give a shit if she said ten children; I’d still be so far up her ass, obsessed with her.

“Three?” I grin. “That’s an uneven number, Sail-On. You can’t have an uneven number of kids.”

“I came from an uneven number,” she says with an adorable scowl.

“I think things were just fine, thanks. I mean, I turned out okay.”

“That’s debatable,” I tease before shaking my head.

“I’m joking; I’m joking. Anyway, let’s stop lying to each other with that last night was the last night bullshit. Okay?”

Her gaze hardens, and I study her face to see any hint of humor or softness, but despite what I said, she actually has a damn good poker face.

The thing is, she enjoyed herself last night, and I know I did, so that means there’s no way in hell that last night was the last time I fucked this woman.

My cock is quickly hardening under the covers simply from her sassing off to me.

Sliding my hand down my abdomen and to my dick, I wrap my fist around it, giving it a few pumps.

“What are you doing?” she gasps, her eyes darting from the blanket moving up and down to my face.

“Seriously?”

“I can’t help it; you’re making me hard.” I shrug.

“Besides, last night, you practically begged me to jerk my cock in front of you.” I stop, cocking my chin upward.

“Oh, I get it; you want a better look, don’t you?”

When I fling the covers off my body, a sharp gulp comes from her throat as her wide eyes take in the sight of my fist wrapped around my cock.

“One for the road, babe?” I practically grunt, loving the sight of her thighs pressing together while she stares blatantly at my palm as it slides up and down my rock-hard dick.

We might have gone more rounds last night than I’ve ever gone in a single night, but my cock doesn’t seem to care.

It’s ready and willing to take her back to pound town.

As much as she tries to fight it, there’s no denying that she’s thinking about it.

Her breathing becomes labored before she quickly shakes her head.

Coming closer, she grabs a pillow and smacks me with it.

“No!” she says sharply.

“I’m not having sex with you again, Ryder Cambridge! Not now. Not ever. Besides, my Uber is outside by the gate. You need to let them in.”

Pulling my hand away from my cock, I’m fucking bummed.

All the other times, she wanted it just as bad as I did.

Now she’s suddenly decided she’s anti–Ryder’s dick, and it sucks.

I sulk, grabbing my phone and opening the gate.

“You’re no fun.” I pout, knowing damn well the second she leaves, I’ll be in the shower, stroking my dick to thoughts of everything we did last night.

“I’ll just have to pull some images from my spank bank.” I tap my forehead.

Rolling her eyes, she holds her hand up.

“Goodbye, Ryder. It’s been fun.”

Sliding out of bed, I grab a pair of sweatpants from the floor and tug them on.

Putting my arm around her, I mess her hair up.

“At least let me walk you out, Brat. Christ almighty, you kind of hurt my feelings, trying to leave me like that.”

“Something tells me you’ll be okay, lover boy,” she teases, patting my abdomen with her palm.

As we walk out of my bedroom and down the hallway, I keep my arm slung around her shoulders.

I breathe her in, knowing that makes me a fucking weirdo, but this might be the last time I get to be this close to that sweet scent.

And if last night really was the last time I got to blow my load inside of her perfect pussy, at least I got to do it so many times.

Who am I kidding? There’s no way in hell that was the last time.

Soon, she’ll know it too.

I drop my arm from around her, and we both slide our shoes on before heading outside, where a small car awaits to pick her up.

I turn her to face me, keeping my hands planted on her shoulders.

“Good luck out there, Brat. You’re going to do great.”

She flashes me a genuine yet shy smile.

“Thank you, Ryder. Look out for my brother, would you? He trusts you.” She stops, swallowing, “Makes me feel even worse that we’ve been hooking up behind his back.”

Sliding my hands to her cheeks, I crane my neck down to match her much shorter stature and press a kiss to her lips.

Her body stiffens, but she doesn’t pull away, so I deepen it a fraction.

I rear my head back slightly and grin at her.

“What was that for?” she breathes out, her doe eyes hazy.

“A good-luck kiss.” I wink.

“One for the road, Sail-On.”

The sweetest grin stretches across her face, and her cheeks grow pink before she steps out of my hold.

“Bye, Ryder. Thanks for the … fun.”

Holding a few fingers up, I signal goodbye.

“Anytime, Saylor Sawyer. Anytime.”

I don’t pull my eyes away as she climbs into the back of the car.

Hell, I don’t even look away when the car drives down my driveway and she leaves.

I just stand there like a complete idiot because I’m fucking bummed out that she’s gone.

I’ve had more fun with her than I’ve ever had with any other female, and now …

she’s gone.

Good thing her brother is my best friend and on my team—because she’ll be forced to see me again.