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“Wheesht! You’re havering.”

“I’m not.”

“What’s havering?” I whisper.

“Having him on. Pulling his leg.”

“You’re serious. When is the wedding?”

King looks at me. “Ingrid?”

I shake my head, dazed and happy. “June?”

“June.”

“Aye. Well, we’ll put out the good whiskey.”

“All of your whiskey is good, Ian.”

“That it is,” he laughs, and King ends the call.

“You fixed that.”

“I can’t fix everything, but I’ll always try,” he promises, taking my hand. “And I’m going to be busy tomorrow. Shopping.” He taps my finger.

“Oh my God. We’re engaged.”

“Uh-huh. I know what I’m going to call my next Pine Ridge video. ‘She said yes! Local hockey player becomes happiest person in the world.’”

I lean on him and let Daisy snuffle my hair from her perch in the back seat. “Second happiest.”

“Nope.”

“Yes.” I put a hand over my heart. “I’m... I don’t have words.”

“Fine. Tied for first.” He kisses my hand as he lifts it to his lips. “All right, pups. Let’s get home.”

Chapter Twenty-Four: Team

“Ingrid.” I pant her name as I slip into her, looking at her ring shining in the light of my bedroom. Our bedroom.

“Unnn. Yes! Yes.” Her breath is low, and it catches as I take her hips in my hands, knees bent carefully on the bed, the uninjured one taking most of the strain.

Her body works against mine at first, tight pink vise struggling to surround the width of my thick green cock as it burrows inside, opening her up deeper with each thrust. Our hands fumble together between her legs, teasing her clit as I feel her stretch.

“Rub that pretty pearl for me,” I whisper, eyes closed, concentrating on the slick sound of me filling her and the noises of pleasure she makes. The early December winds screech a warning outside the window, but inside, there’s nothing but heat, softness, and steam. “Want it?”

“I do.” Ingrid bears down and pushes out, some of her hot, sweet liquid dotting the towel underneath her knees. “Unnh!”

“Ohh, baby’s going to squirt much better once my knot is inside her. Right against all those secret, special pieces that make you gush.” I feel my crown rubbing a soft barrier inside, but only for a moment before she seems to widen and swallow me down, bringing my knot to her entrance.

I rim a finger around her straining entrance, listening to Ingrid keen as my knot presses against her. “Push back. You take what you want of it.”

“I want all of it,” she hisses, fingers curling in the blankets, back arching. “You push in, I’ll push back.”

“Team work,” I tease, hands slapping down on her ass. To my surprise, she moans and shimmies. “Ready?”

She nods, not speaking. I clap my hands down again, this time lifting and spreading her cheeks so I can get an even better view of her pussy beginning to swallow my knot. I rub my thumb against her second opening. “Such a tight mate. Pussy fits me like a glove.” My other hand comes to rest on her mound, grabbing her soft curls and pulling her back, guiding her onto me while she rubs her hungry, throbbing clit. My hands keep up their work, guiding and teasing, making her puff and tremble in between strains.