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COLE

NOAH: #GHOSTHOCKEYDADDIES check in.

HUNTER: We were only a floor below you, LeCav.

NOAH: Yes, but what if you overslept? Or snuck out and got in trouble?

HUNTER: What if we snuck out but didn’t get in trouble?

NOAH: LALALALALA

THEO: Trav did this yesterday except he was singing a song he heard you sing and didn’t know the words and not because he didn’t want to hear that having your vegetables made you strong.

NOAH: First, that’s my man. Second, lies. And third, I can’t lie if I don’t know. My mom would kill me if I lied to Brett.

COLE: How are you this chipper at 7 am?

A second later, a separate from the #GHOSTHOCKYDADDIES chat appeared.

NOAH: OTHER SIDE OF HER WALL. Also, you break my bff’s heart, you’re out. No more chat. See you on the ice.

Noah LeCavalier might be a goalie, which was a whole other level of different, but he cared about Eden and maybe, someday, I’d get over the fact he was in the BFF chat with her and I wasn’t. I knew he saw her as a friend and sister, just like Zoe. But the caveman still wanted to pound his chest when they were laughing together. And don’t get me started on movie nights.

After a shower, and four more orgasms, Eden and I fell asleep and I wasn’t even worried about the game tonight. Gus promised to keep an eye when I left for morning skate at my old stomping grounds. A few of the staff remembered me and welcomed me back.

I hated leaving Eden alone, but her best friend was right across the hall.

Being back in the building where I first saw Eden during one of the darkest points in my career was like looking back at your high school rink and remembering when you were ready to stop but your coach believed in you and wouldn't let you.

And to think, without that injury or Ollie joining the team, I would have never known Eden existed. Sure, I might have looked up during the game…but she wouldn’t have been there. Fucking fate was a crazy bitch.

EDEN: Zoe and I are meeting up with Sophia for lunch, but I’ll be back at the hotel around 2…for nap time. Or something.

Fuck. Yes.

“Listen, I’ve pretty much had it up to here,” Noah said, coming up beside me after practice and motioning toward his neck, “with anyone sneaking around on and then finding out after. I’m going to get lonely pretty soon. And if no one’s told you yet, just because Coach is my brother and my other best friend’s boyfriend, fuck that’s a mouthful, you had better be really careful and not hurt E. Cause she’s worked really hard to break away from her parents, including your dad’s, expectations of her. And she’s been a kick ass sister to Izzy.”

“No worries there,” as we boarded the charter bus back to the hotel for the afternoon. “But,” I added as I glanced around and lowered my voice, “if I ever get my hands on the asshole stalking her-”

“I get a turn,” he said, eyes darkening. “Just cause a goalie can smile and do kick ass karaoke doesn’t mean I won’t hurt a guy for fucking with my girl.”

I shot him a death glare.

He put his hands up. “Okay, okay. Our girl. Lunch? Strictly Ghost Hockey Daddies only.”

Phone in hand, I sat down, and Noah took the seat next to me and checked the time. It was only half past noon, which meant Eden would be out with Zoe, and Gus, for at least another hour and a half. I nodded. “Yeah. Sounds good.”

“Wait, where’s the grumpy forward from my line?” asked Theo as he rubbed his chin, the scruff from preseason gone.

Noah leaned back. “He got laid.”

Fuck being nice to Noah. No more movie nights for the goalie and my girl.

After lunch, where Theo spent half of the time on FaceTime with his son and his nanny, I rode the elevator up with Noah, who was giggling and making me watch TT of dad jokes.

“You are so fucking weird.”

“You can’t tell me these aren’t hilarious. And blame Brett, uh, Coach. He started sending them in our family chat a few years ago, and it’s taken on a life of its own.”

I leaned back and looked at him out of the corner of my eye. “How many chats are you in?”

Letting out a sigh, he shrugged. “Three. Used to be four, but then I realized keeping Ollie by himself when Zoe and Eden knew him was silly. Then he added Mikayla, but she fell in love with some racecar engineer over Christmas and blew my dreams to bits. Boyhood crush that I knew was never going to happen. And her boyfriend finds our harmless flirting amusing, so at least there’s that.”

“Woah, LeCav, focus.”

The floors passed, and when the doors opened on our floor, he added, “Wait, Z and E still have separate one with me. So four. I can add you to–”

“Nope, one is fine.”

He started to protest but I swiped the card on Eden’s door, and shut it before he could .

She was sitting on the balcony, wrapped in a sweater and turned when I walked into the room. “Good skate?”

I nodded, stalked in her direction and watched the way her breathing sped up and her pupils dilated. “Thinking about coming back to you, in this room, was the best part.”

She shifted, rubbed her hands on her arms, thighs closing. “I don’t want to distract you, Cole. I can leave…”

“Not going to happen, Bunny. “ Her cheeks flushed at the word. “And practice isn’t an issue. Having you at my games? No better motivation. Now get your ass in here. Now,” I growled. She stood, making her way to me. Eyes looking up as I towered over her.

“Now what?”

“Now…you’re going to get on your knees and suck my cock while I fuck your mouth.” I put my hands on her shoulders, and she was in front of me, kneeling like a fucking goddess.

And I wanted to ruin her. Completely. Come all over her face, down her throat. Make her lick it from my fingers. Smear in on her tits.

I fisted her hair, slowly angling her head back, as she opened for me, tongue out. I pulled down the training pants and briefs, freeing my eager cock and thrust in to her mouth, feeding her every fucking inch until I hit the back of her throat. Wordlessly, I fucked her mouth, only my growls and grunts of approval filling the air. She gagged a few times, but never pulled back. Tears streaking down her face.

Her hands, which were on my thighs, shrugged out of her sweater. Under she wore a white cami tank, and I reached down, exposing her lace bra and pulled her tits free of the cups. Her nipples were hard, and I pinched and pulled at one, never releasing the hold I had on her hair, driving my cock further down her beautiful throat. Her muffled cries around my cock only made me increase my tempo.

Her eyes widened when I tugged even harder on her nipple, loving the moans and her responses. She snaked her hand between her thighs. “Feel how wet you are when I use my mouth. Feed you my cock. Fuck, you take it so good. That’s it baby, touch your pussy while I fuck my pretty little mouth.”

A second later I lost control, thrusting hard and driving my cock down her throat. Holding her so her mouth touched my lower abs. I pulled back just as I started to spill my seed in her mouth, pumping, then pulling out so I painted her face with the last few drops. “Show me,” I ordered.

She opened her mouth and showed me her tongue covered in my cum. I made an approving noise.

“Swallow.” She complied as I smeared it with one finger on her tit, then gathered the rest with two fingers. “Open again for me, Bunny.” When she opened her mouth, I made her suck my fingers clean then pushed her onto her back, yanked off her capris off the rest of the way, and ran my tongue along her soaked core, feasting as she writhed and begged me. To stop or for more, I didn’t care.

And made her come all over my face. Twice.

“Payback, Cyclone,” Noah said over the din in the back of the little pizzeria the guys and I used to overrun after many a home celebratory post game dinner. Or particularly rough practice.

Oliver grinned and shook his head. “Weren’t you the one who told me the beginning of the season is meaningless?"

Noah sent him a dismissive wave. “I lied.”

Next to him, Oliver’s girlfriend and Revenge Scout and newly appointed head of player development for the Revenge. “He’s not lying, but it’s okay to let him think so. But, Hunter out-skated Kas in the last period.”

“Hey, I had an assist in the last period.” Kas sat forward in his seat, then nudged me. “If this guy was on my line again-”

“You wouldn’t have Ollie. And Ollie wouldn’t have me.” Corey interrupted him with a grin.

Noah hooted. “Nice one, Hockey Goddess. She has a point.”

My former Center sat back and pouted until Jules, his fiancée kissed his cheek. He pointed at Noah. “You killed my hat trick chance.”

“It’s okay, Hot Shot. I have plans.” Jules whispered in Kas’ ear while Noah covered his eyes.

“I’m surrounded by love and it's worse than being in a romance novel.”

Eden pointed at him with her fork, pasta twisted around it and way too big for her mouth. “Listen here, Hockey Boy, there’s no way this,” she waved the pasta fork around, “is worse than a sports romance! And Theo knows you are so wrong!”

“Well, Theo is not here to tell me I’m wrong, so I will just flirt with the waitress.”

I snorted because I was pretty sure the waitress was the owner’s wife and her grandkids were all working in the restaurant tonight, too. “Her husband might not appreciate that, LeCav.”

He glared at me. “Way to burst my bubble, Romeo.”

Eden, who had been talking to Sophia, who was pretty much the Revenge’s Lanie and was dating their couch, and Zoe stopped mid sentence. “Romeo?”

“I was trying out nicknames, and I figured since he was your step brother it was kind of fitting?”

“Noah, first of all, they both die, they were not related even by marriage and-”

“But!” He held up a finger. “They had the whole forbidden thing going on. And it wasn’t just about that. I was pretty sure Lanie was going to put grumpy winger over here all over on the sosh medes for media day. The girlies were going to swoon. Plus I was trying to get him to do the auction, and the nickname was what tipped him over the edge.”

“It really wasn’t. And ‘sosh medes’?”

“They don’t need to know that. And social media. Catch up, old man.”

Eden giggled. “ They do now!” She glanced my way, then averted her eyes.

After our afternoon nap, Eden asked me not to say anything about us becoming an…us. Just yet.

“What if…the…what if he finds out and hurts you?”

“Eden, no one is going to hurt me, If anything, he’ll figure out he has to fucking give up.”

“He won’t. And…” she inhaled then let the breath out. “I’d rather our parents, and Izzy, not find out on some puck gossip account or something. I want to tell them ourselves, so they can see…”

Her voice trailed off.

“Fine. But I’m not keeping my hands off you. And you’re not moving out. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

I smacked her ass. “Now get in the shower so I can make you dirty and clean you up at the same time before the game.”

Her brow wrinkled. “Aren’t you afraid too much sex is going to throw off your game?”

“First no such thing. And hell no. Not when it comes to you naked and me soaping your body down. Shower. Now.”

An hour later, when Eden yawned and even Zoe looked ready to crash, the party started breaking up.

Fuck, I hated that Eden was flying home tomorrow morning and while I was off on the West Coast road trip to kick the rest of the season off and would’t be home for over a week.

Back at the hotel, Eden snuggled up against me, and fell fast asleep. And unlike at home, when we slept apart, she didn’t wake up in the middle of the night to look at the stars and slept the whole night through.