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Two and a Half Months Later—Becca

“All set, sweetheart?” Holt asks as I step out of the bathroom of our hotel room in Vegas.

The last game of the season was earlier this afternoon, and since the Storm aren’t playoff bound, the team is staying two extra nights here.

“Woah.” He runs a hand down his face, his mouth falling open. “Gorgeous. Absolutely fucking gorgeous.”

“Thank you.”

I beam at him, making a mental note to thank Sutton for making me buy this little black dress when we went shopping a few weeks ago.

I almost didn’t get it because it fits me tighter and shorter than what I’m normally comfortable with wearing, but now that I’m seeing the expression on Holt’s face, I know I made an excellent decision.

“Looking good yourself,” I tell him.

His light-blue button-down is open at the collar, a black suit jacket over it paired with matching black dress pants.

He stands up and stalks over to me. “Maybe we should stay in tonight. You look tastier than anything the restaurant might have.”

I shake my head. “We can’t. We’re celebrating Hadley’s birthday. We have to go.”

He blows out a breath. “I know. We’ll come back here right after then.”

He steps closer and presses his lips to mine. I kiss him back before pulling away so I can meet his eyes .

“Won’t Hadley be disappointed we’re bailing after dinner?”

“She’ll understand. I’ll make it up to her.”

I chuckle, slipping my hand into his and tugging on it. “Whatever you say. We should go before we’re late.”

“Okay, okay.”

He lets me lead him out the door and to the elevators. Downstairs, we find the rest of the group waiting for us.

“Holty. Becca. There you are,” Wes says. “We thought maybe you weren’t going to join us.” He bounces his eyebrows.

“Weston,” Holt warns.

Wes laughs, turning and slinging his arm around Hadley. “Time for some birthday shenanigans.”

Holt growls, and I squeeze his hand. He glances over at me, and I wink at him.

“You know he’s only doing it to wind you both up.” I tip my chin toward Hadley, who has moved out of Wes’s embrace and is walking, arms linked, with Ansley and Sutton.

“I know,” he mutters. “Doesn’t make it any better.”

We walk the short distance through the hotel lobby and the casino until we get to Ray’s Steakhouse. Holt made reservations, so we’re seated quickly in one of the private back rooms.

Dinner is a blur of good food, too much wine for everyone but me, and laughter. It’s nice to be part of something. Part of a family again.

“Ready?” Holt asks after we’ve finished dinner and dessert a few hours later.

He pushes his chair back, stands, and pulls on his suit jacket. He holds out his hand to me.

“Yeah.” I stand, taking his hand. I turn to face the rest of the table. “We’re going to head back to our room.”

Hadley groans. “You guys aren’t coming to Cirque du Soleil?”

I shake my head, stifling a yawn. “I’m beat. Brunch at eleven?”

“Make it eleven thirty,” Wes says.

“Sure. See you all in the lobby at eleven thirty,” Holt says. Turning to his sister, he says, “behave.”

“I’ll take care of her,” Wes insists, earning a glare from Hadley .

“You behave too.” Holt points his finger at Wes. “You’re in charge, Hunt.”

“Me? Don’t leave me in charge of them.” Hunter waves his hand at the group.

“You’re the captain, so I figured you’re the most responsible,” Holt says.

Hunter shakes his head, blowing out a breath. “The season’s over. My job is done. But don’t worry, we’ll make sure the ladies get back to their rooms safely.”

The guys nod, and with one last goodbye, we head toward the entrance of the restaurant and back toward our room.

“What do you want to do now?” I ask Holt once we’re in the elevator.

He steps over to me, caging me against the wall. “What do you think I want to do?” he asks before leaning down and nipping at my bottom lip.

I giggle, putting a hand on his chest.

“Sounds good to me. But maybe save it until we get to the room. I’m sure there are cameras in here.”

He grumbles something I can’t make out but takes a step back, wrapping his arm around me.

Holt

“Move in with me,” I blurt out once we’re back in our suite.

“What?” Becca looks up at me from where she’s sitting on the couch, taking off her shoes.

“Move in with me and Hazel,” I repeat, taking my own shoes off.

“I still have six months left on my lease.”

I shrug out of my jacket, lay it on the arm of the sofa, and start to unbutton my shirt.

“I’ll pay whatever it is to break your lease. We’ll get the guys to help, and we’ll get you moved in no time.”

“Isn’t that a big step?”

I push my shirt off my shoulders and undo my belt buckle .

“I think we’re ready.” I pull my belt off. “You’re already over at my place whenever I’m home. You have clothes hanging in my closet and stuff in my bathroom. Why not make it official?”

I unzip my pants and slide them down, stepping out of them. My already half-hard cock gets harder when Becca’s gaze roams over me.

“Eyes up here.” I gesture.

She blushes. “Yes. I’ll move in with you.”

I pump my fist in the air. “I’ll bring it up at brunch tomorrow, and we can coordinate a day.”

Becca stands up, unzipping her dress. “Eager much?”

I step closer to her. “We’ll be gone most of May and June, and I’d much rather have it done before we leave.”

Becca agreed to spend part of the summer with me and Hazel back home in Canada, and I’m excited to introduce her to the rest of my family and show her all my favorite places.

“Makes sense.” She slides her dress down before leaning up to kiss me.

“Bed. I need to make love to you,” I murmur, tearing my lips from hers and picking her up.

“Yes, please.”

I walk us to the bedroom and set her gently on the bed. Leaning down, I kiss her one more time before getting naked.

Hours later, she’s nestled against my chest fast asleep, and as I’m drifting off, I can’t help but be grateful for how my life took not one but two turns this past year.

If you’d told past Holt that not only would he become a dad this year, but he would find his one, he probably would have laughed at you.

Current Holt is so very happy and can’t wait to see what the future holds.

Thank you so much for reading Holt and Rebecca’s story.

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