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Brett

“ I ’ve never ‘washed’ myself twice in one night.” The gorgeous creature in my arms giggled sleepily, her beautiful body pressed up against mine in delicious surrender.

“I bet you’ve never come so many times in one night to need to be washed,” I teased, letting her rest back against me in the oversized tub, back to my front.

Fuck, she was a goddamn gift. Soft, sexy, responsive and so damn eager with a touch of sass and confidence that intrigued the shit out of me. “And I’m washing you, Tornado.”

Her head moved back and forth as she hummed in agreement, the scent of whatever I found on the counter tickling my nose from the warm water we were immersed in, and her skin. “I’m so glad we showered first, because this,” she sighed like a content kitten and nuzzled into my front, “is bliss.”

My chuckle was dark and satisfied. Bliss was her ass against my semi-hard cock. The desire to fuck her all night and into the next day roared in me. But as it was, I knew daylight would be here all too soon, and every second with her was more precious than the last. “Sit up.”

She did, but glanced over her shoulder, bewilderment coloring her features. “Why?”

I smirked, knowing no one had ever treated her the way she deserved. Worshiped. Given what she needed. Took care of her even though she could do it herself. “So I can wash your hair, honey.”

Her sunset eyes widened with astonishment. “You want to wash my hair?”

“Yes. Face forward,” I commanded. She stared back at me, mouth opening and closing like she wanted to protest but couldn’t. I grinned at how adorable yet sexy she looked. “Now. Trust me.”

Fuck, the way she listened and obeyed as I squeezed the shampoo into my hand, then gently worked it into her hair. Her moans of pleasure as I massaged her scalp were not missed by my dick. The happy fucker wanted more.

Don’t get attached, I warned. One night stands only last one night, buddy.

I lathered, rinsed, and washed her body. Soothed her aching spots. Languishing in the feel of her skin, her body, the weight of her against me.

Fuck, why was she so young?

Wait, why the fuck was I thinking that at all?

“Tell me one thing,” she said as she rested against my chest, “you’ve never told anyone else.” My hands snaked around her body, and fuck if I couldn’t resist touching her full tits. She let out the sweetest sound as I did. “Please?”

My hands played with the weight of her, fondling and enjoying her body for no other reason than…

I could. Plus the fucking sounds she made?

I needed to keep hearing them. “I played hockey in college. My whole family is into hockey. My brothers both play, and my baby sister works for the Revenge. When I didn’t get drafted, I almost gave up and moved to the mountains.

Just left. I packed, ready to go, and wasn’t going to say a word.

Noah, he’s the youngest, walked into my room and told me I was his hero because I did something I loved just because I got joy out of it.

” I chuckled, low and quiet. “He’s the reason I became a coach. ”

She stilled, then placed her hands on top of mine. “You coach hockey?”

“I do. In fact, I just signed a contract to coach an NHL team. And,” pride filled my chest, “I am coaching Noah. Full fucking circle.”

The room settled into a comfortable silence. She tilted her head to look at me, eyes shining in the candlelight. “That’s beautiful. You must love him very much.”

“Don’t get me wrong, he’s a shit. But yeah. I do.” I kissed her head as she laid back and held her in my arms.

The water cooled, and as I helped her out, wrapping her in a towel, I knew how easily I’d become addicted to the sleepy, satisfied look on her face. Knowing I put it there.

And filed the vision away for the lonely nights I would have in Montreal. Because I doubted anything, or anyone, could compare to her.

“You don’t have to feed me,” she said as one arm, then the other, went through my button-up shirt.

The black material against her skin a sexy contrast, better than anything I’d ever seen, and I felt a primal claim seeing her in my shirt and nothing else.

Fuck, I loved the way she looked wearing it.

Way too much. This girl dug deep under my skin like no other woman ever had.

Fuck. I even slept with her. Caught actual z’s with her, naked, snuggled up against my body.

“And you didn’t have to wake me up the way you did, either.”

Her amber eyes sparkled with mischief, tongue darting out to wet her lips.

“But- it was fun.” My eyes tracked the piece of bacon as she plucked it from the plate between as on the bed.

As she bit into it, my cock twitched, recalling how her lips looked wrapped around my cock when I opened my eyes an hour ago.

The highlight reel of this woman filled with every damn second she occupied since walking up to me to ask for my phone.

“And I like fun. Time of my life, remember? “

I poured her a cup of coffee. Her smile was everything, and fuck, to see that small smile spread her lips day after day? Some lucky fuck was going to get them.

Not me. I swallowed down my disappointment and focused on the here and now. Scooping up a forkful of eggs, I brought them to her lips. “Eat, honey. You must be hungry.”

That pert nose of hers wrinkled in protest, but she opened her mouth. A hand came up, covering as she swallowed. “Aren’t you hungry? You did more work than me.”

I smirked, satisfaction and fucking pride at how relaxed and well loved she was.

“That wasn’t work, Tornado.” The memories replayed in my head of how I played her body for every moan, whimper, and magnificent tremble.

My cock screamed for round four. From how she squirmed as I studied her, I didn’t think she’d protest. Unfortunately, I had a plane to catch today.

And she still refused to give me her name. “That was the time of my life.”

An adorable blush crept along her cheeks. “Don’t get out much, Coach?” she teased, her eyes dancing over the rim of her coffee mug. I growled at her, and she laughed.

I fed her another bite as she glared at me, pouting and sexy. The sides of my shirt barely hid her breasts and the marks I left on them. A satisfied warmth spread in my chest as she opened her mouth and took what I offered. Where the hell was this coming from?

I’d told her I had signed a contract last night to coach, but not where or for what sport.

You like her, and it freaks you the fuck out because you’re leaving in a few hours, don’t know her name, and you want to make her scream your name again.

“Maybe,” I drawled as I moved the almost empty room service tray and crawled towards her and claimed her mouth as mine. I kissed her, tasted her, and didn’t stop until she was breathless and pliant against me. “We were meant to have one night neither of us will ever forget.”

“One more time?” she said, her voice raspy and like honey.

I grunted. “I thought you’d never ask, honey.”

NOAH: Can’t believe my big bro is my coach!

brETT: And you told Soph you knew before she did

NOAH: Fuck yeah I did. But I waited until you officially signed.

brETT: Couldn’t let me in a group text?

NOAH: Nope. Soph and I have a competition going. Now I’m ahead. *fist pump*

brETT: The two of you are ridiculous.

NOAH: Yep, but still winning. Coach Big Bro.

brETT: Call me that and you’ll be doing sprints.

NOAH: Goalies don’t do sprints.

brETT: You will if you call me that. N. Love you, lil bro.

NOAH: SAME.

I checked my watch for the millionth time as the plane taxied and turned as we prepared for takeoff.

Not to check the time, but to convince myself it had only been hours ago since I left her room.

When the object of my current infatuation laid in my arms, writhing with pleasure.

Cold, hard reality set in as the plane’s engines propelled us down the runway, and far from the one person I couldn’t stop fantasizing about.

But it was time to go back to the real world, and the next chapter.

In Montreal. With my baby bro.